#fizzrolli

"Come on! You can do better than that!”

Fizzarolli taunts from beneath you, looking as smug as ever despite having both of your hands around his neck. His face is already flushed with ecstasy, noticeable even with all the makeup he was wearing.

"Shut it, clown." You hiss as you deliver a swift slap across his face. "Before I give you something else to choke on.”

“Ooh, I’m shaking!” He chuckles and his bells jingle teasingly.

“You will be.” You threaten.

Before Fizzarolli can sneer at you again, you plunge your erect member inside his hole. His breath hitches loudly as he holds back a growl.

“Harder.” The clown was practically purring underneath you, even with you buried deep in his ass.

You thrust even harder, not because he told you to do so, but only to teach him to be careful what he wished for.

“Ss-such a good boy.” He grins, though he becomes more flustered the more you drill into him.

This comment earns him another slap.

He lets out a lewd moan, which turns into several more as you start pounding into him. You firmly hold down his hips, ensuring that only you set the pace.

You know you’ve hit his sweet spot when you can hear Fizzarolli holding back his whimper with every thrust you make.

“Stop squirming, or I’m going to put the cage on you.”

His cock twitches at the mere mention of it.

“Yes, ‘master.’” He hums, though his tone wasn’t at all genuine.

You stop your movement completely and for the first time that night, Fizzarolli looks earnestly concerned. He gives you several different looks of confusion before he starts to rut back against you.

“Ah-ah.” You scold. “That’s not behaving.”

“Aw, come on. Take a joke for once, Boss Man.” He holds up his hands in mock surrender.

You retaliate by pinning his hands above his head.

“You’re a joke, Fizz.”

“And you take me every night.” He winks. “What do you expect me to do about it?”

“I expect you to beg.”

“He drives a hard bargain. I always liked that about you.” He grins.

You allow him to have his moment of smugness, for you knew he could never fully contain such a thing.

Fizzarolli makes a show of cleaning his raspy throat before he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“Oh, won’t you be so kind as to move?” He attempts, if you could even call it such.

You exhale in amusement, though make no effort to start moving again.

“...Please...Sir?” He offers, unsure if even the ‘magic word’ would get him any closer to cumming.

Right when he looks as if he’s thinking deeply about what he could possibly say to convince you to move again, you continue your unyielding rhythm.

His tight hole rewards you with a squeeze every time you hit against his prostate.

Fizzarolli’s constant small noises quickly turn into one long continuous groan. His body tenses underneath you and he clutches at the sheets as he orgasms. Thick strands of cum spurt onto your chest and stomach, quickly dripping back down onto Fizz.

Your hips don’t give him a moment’s rest as you fuck him through your orgasm, pumping his ass full of your cum. His hole can hardly hold your load after what’s its been through, and drips down onto the sheets.

You remain firmly inside his filled hole as you lean in close to his face.

“Now what do you say?” You prompt.