he actually disapproves of having it any other way.

he'll have you laying on your tummy with your face nuzzled into the pillow, the man is still rock hard and twitching, still leaking.

the thick buldge has you seeing stars yet he's incapable of granting you his mercy.

he's utterly mesmerized by your warmth and captivating capability to take his overwhelming size with no trouble. your elegance never fails to enslave his mind entirely. this is the reason he simply just can't bring himself to be outside of you. not yet. not now.

his calloused hands gently and ever so slowly caress your lower body, grunting in response to your gorgeous soft whimpers. you then feel his sweaty and strong arms suddenly around you, loosely locking you in place beneath him. he's clinging to you, tenderly holding you like you're the only thing able to ground him in reality.

he lazily starts to fuck into your squelching pussy to adjust himself comfortably between your gummy walls, then halts once again.

he cherishes getting to honor you, getting to lovingly snuggle with you after coming down from your exciting high. he stays in position, rubbing you and leaving sloppy smooches on your right shoulder and the side of your neck.

he won't admit it out loud but...

it's his favorite part of intimacy.

۶ৎ valko has a shameful tendency to squeeze your butt aggressively prior to holding your waist when you're shopping together. it's nearly automatic. he can't simply walk alongside you without squishing it at least once, it's an addiction of his.

۶ৎ since you met him, valko has developed a cuddling necessity. he won't be able to drift off during bedtime without his big beefy arms delicately wrapped around either you or a oversized plush. so naturally, he playfully bought himself one for the nights you aren't sleeping underneath the same sheets.

۶ৎ valko checks your social media accounts once he catches some alone time like a reflex, more often than he'd like to admit. it's genuinely involuntary, poor baby can't help himself. he must see you, even if it's the exact photo he's seen countless times.

۶ৎ valko just adores the arousing gasp you let out when he releases his thick load inside of your creamy cunt. he cums more than any boyfriend you've ever had, (and you might have even told him that fact whilst drunk out of your mind one late night) so he does it continuously. every single time.

۶ৎ he makes up for it by licking you clean, despite the hint of his own taste on his wet tongue. valko's brows will furrow once he takes his very first kitten lick, but he's relentless anyways. he solely desires to lap up the mess he made.

۶ৎ he'll then come up to your sensitive ears and whisper the sweetest nothings to you in no louder than a soft grumble. he can't resist exploring your curves endlessly with his calloused hands as he does so.

۶ৎ you'll take turns giving each other hypnotic, relieving massages. valko will moan loudly when you reach a knotted spot, his defined muscles flexing and his veins showing themselves off.

۶ৎ he refuses to drift off to sleep without you, unless you're content and comfortable. unless you have anything and everything you could possibly want from him.

۶ৎ once you're finally tucked in and ready to rest, he'll ask you for feedback on his lovemaking as he wishes to improve and impress you next time.

۶ৎ it doesn't matter if you're praising his effort or requesting something different, he'll watch you talk with wholesome puppy eyes. though, he's mostly listening to your sexy voice passively as his thoughts have been wandering. he can't stop wondering how you're even real.

leon kennedy

he softly complies before his brain can even process what had just escaped your lips.

a simple hum, eyes focused on the bright computer illuminating his tense features in the dim space. his rhythmic fingers previously clicking the keys, now stilled as his thoughts pause suddenly.

leon's neat brows furrow intensely as his chin tilts in your direction. your stunning smile innocently slapped across your face when his light irises meet yours.

no words come out of him for a few moments, as if he's desperately searching for the right way to question you.

instead he settles on a deep, "which color?"

"hmmm.." you ponder, "your dark blue ones? or maybe a black one."

without speaking he pushes the chair backwards, away from his wooden desk and lifts himself off of it. your gaze rises and follows his movements as he strolls out of the room, disappearing into the consuming darkness.

you bite your bottom lip gently, fighting back a chuckle once he inevitably returns not even a whole minute later. a pair of basic black boxers scrunched up in between his veiny fist whilst he emerges from the shadows not paying attention to any of your amusement.

he attentively plops back down in his cushiony seat before you.

"thank you so much love." you whisper intimately in a joyful tone.

"mhm." he responds.

you are so incredibly comfortable around your boyfriend, he makes you feel adored like never before.

he bends down closer to firmly grip your waist, finding the band of your decorated cotton panties. he glances up at your mouth, then your eyes.

"may i?" he asks seriously.

you nod, "yes."

one swift yank he pulls your underwear down your plush thighs, aiding you as you step out of them. you're now squeezing his shoulders tightly for balance, passionate fuzzy feelings of adoration swimming through your sore and exhausted body.

he sets your used undies down, gripping a tissue to delicately clean your messy bare heat.

"leon..."

he shushes you before continuing.

"i... can do this myself." you add.

"i know you can" he glances up at you once again with his forehead wrinkling, "just relax."

just relax.

it's so easy for him to unravel your stress flawlessly. a strength of his that he downplays nearly each time. he treats you like gold, he treats you like he'd be the dumbest person alive not to. so engaged in your emotions, like he can read you better than he could a book.

it's so easy for him to love you, completely.

he finishes cleaning you, then helps you slip on his dark boxers. your hands can't help but to find his smooth greying strands and play with them as he does so. his hair has the silkiest texture, almost as if you're petting a small purring kitten.

"you're such a sweetheart." you praise as his strong hands have now found your ass and are pulling you closer.

he just smirks in response.

you end up spending the rest of the rainy night on his lap, listening to the wet pitter patter on the windows. the ominous yet relaxing sounds of thunderclap easily lulling you to a peaceful slumber within his embrace.

he holds you carefully like he's holding a glass heirloom, rubbing your lower back tenderly.

he doesn't say it often, how much he'd willingly do for you. how much your flattery makes his heart beat at a quicker pace.

he really doesn't have to.

his actions do all of the talking.

grace ashcroft

you and grace are beautifully posed on her cozy bed, lying on your sides and facing each other with your legs intertwined. your feet occasionally lifting to lightly rub her ankles.

you've both been procrastinating your draining work assignments all evening to spend time unwinding together in silence, scrolling aimlessly on your phones.

a cheeky grin slowly appears on your sweet lips, one specific thought buzzing at the forefront of your mind.

you then pop the question almost immediately.

grace's glossy eyes flick up to you quickly, her heart pounding so hard against her ribcage you could have sworn you heard it yourself.

she swallows thickly, eyes dilating steadily like just looking at you is intoxicating to her.

"w-what did you say?" she confirms what she heard.

you repeat yourself, this time a bit slower.

she hesitates, "you really want that? mine? why mine?"

"yours are comfy!" you whine "mine are tight and uncomfortable."

"right..." she starts anxiously, "well uhh.. go ahead then."

the poor thing looks as if she's about to start sweating from a singular private question from her girlfriend of two whole years. she obviously has never gotten over your boldness.

"thank you so much." you murmur, excitedly leaning in to leave a peck on her forehead before swinging your legs off the mattress.

she clicks her phone off and clears her throat, "wait."

you turn to her lovingly as she changes positions, now sitting on her knees.

"you didn't tell me you're on your period...i would've- i...could...get you something."

"i would love that." you reply appreciatively.

"what do you want? i'll go out and get it for you."

you pause, "chocolate would be great... hmmm.. maybe some more products too? i'm almost out."

"uh huh yeah. got it. chocolate. more products." she utters lowly.

you promptly move back over in her direction, closing the distance between your lips and hers.

"i'll share my chocolate with you." you giggle against her mouth, giving her the fondest kiss.

"you don't have to." she's whispering as her opening eyes refuse to quit staring at your mouth.

both of your hearts are fluttering at the exact same pace, your minds both mush from the taste of one another.

"you're right, i don't have to" you hum, "but i'm gonna."

grace left you for a good fifteen minutes before you heard the house keys jingle inside the front doorknob once again. her chestnut colored hoodie is dripping from the outside rain as she enters silently.

after shutting the front door, locking it, and setting the keychain down on the counter, her thick boots begin squeaking softly as she moves through the hallway and past the doorframe. she's proudly strutting over to your lazily sprawled body atop her messy bedsheets.

she digs through the thin plastic bag to find your chocolates and sets them all down nearest you. your ears perk up while your expression switches to beaming relief.

you see a ginormous pile of fancy chocolate boxes, stacked on display in front of you and a blushing grace standing still behind them.