It’s part of his biology, there’s nothing to do about it. Clark is supposed to have a bunch of kids, and for that he has to cum a lot. A whole lot. Which means you end up completely full of his cum every single time he fucks you.
He's quick to recover after each orgasm, so the moment he's done pumping you full of one load, he's already picking up the pace again and thrusting into you just the way you like it.
It's so messy. His cum causes wet, obscene squelches every time his cock pushes in. The thick, creamy substance dribbles from you, down between your ass cheeks and onto the bed, gathering in a sticky puddle under you.
And there's just so much of it.
“Gosh, baby. Oh, gosh, you feel so good,” he whines, his body hot as the pleasure starts building in him again.
You mewl underneath him, your nails dragging down the skin of his arms, leaving behind red tracks. You can feel his cum in you, warm and thick where it's gathered against your womb.
Clark slides a large hand between your bodies, his fingers drawing messy shapes on your clit. He feels bad about how many orgasms he's had, seeing how you've only had two and he's had at least five. It makes the entire situation feel unfair, but he just can't help it.
“Can you come for me, hon?” he asks sweetly, peppering kisses across your jaw, up to your cheek.
You nod, moaning, feeling that tight knot of pleasure coiling in your womb.
Clark whines as he feels you clench around him tight, another orgasm already building low in his abdomen.
You'd been close already. Clark just gives you the final push so you fall over the edge. You mewl his name, hips grinding against his as the waves of your pleasure wash over you.
Clark gasps and moans as he feels your cunt squeezing him tight and he comes again, spilling more of his thick cum into you.
“Golly,” he chokes out. “Oh, baby, so good, so good.” He kisses across your face with quick pecks. He's already getting hard in you again. “You okay to keep going, baby?”
You nod weakly, your lips seeking his to kiss him softly.
He smiles against your mouth. “That's my girl.”
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summary: teasing your husband has become one of your wifely duties.
warnings: teasing, established relationship, fluff, spoilers (kinda);
a/n: hope u guys like it!
word travels fast. and zuko knows this.
the moment he enters his royal chambers, he already braces himself for what’s going to happen.
yes, he can deal with snickering servants or judgmental glances from his advisors… he can have the whole palace gossiping about him and he won’t be interested in that.
hell, even his chamberlain’s opinion doesn’t really matter to him, which definitely should, because aang’s letter disclosed something that shouldn’t have come to the light.
he can accept a lot of things.
but what he can’t accept, is you making fun of him. and he already knows what’s coming. you don’t even have to speak, that mean glint in your eye does it for you every time.
so before you can do anything, before you even open your mouth when he steps towards you, he raises a warning finger at you and points it firmly, making you frown and pause in place.
“don’t you dare,” he squints his eyes at you, expression serious, though there’s a hint of tension in his shoulders.
you raise your hands in defense immediately.
“what have i done?”
“it’s not about what you’ve done, it’s about what you were about to do,” he explains, pointing at you again, and you groan softly, rolling your eyes.
“you sound like iroh right now,” you reply amused.
“what is that supposed to mean?” he asks instantly, narrowing his eyes further, stepping half a pace closer without realizing it.
“that i don’t even understand what is happening,” you reply, tilting your head, still watching him carefully.
“so you haven’t heard?” he asks, voice lowering slightly, suspicion and curiosity mixing in his expression.
you blink at him, confused, hands now resting on your hips.
“hear what?” you ask again. “you are acting weird.”
he lowers his hand slowly, blinking a few times, studying your face like he is trying to figure out if you’re lying or not.
maybe you really didn’t know what happened in the throne room…
which… oddly enough, was a relief.
“nothing,” he says at last, shaking his head, trying to dismiss it. “it’s not that important anyway.”
he starts walking past you, moving towards the bed, trying to act like the conversation is over.
you follow him with your eyes for a moment, then lean slightly to the side, voice casual, teasing slipping in anyway.
“whatever you say… flameo hotman…”
there’s a second of silence.
he freezes mid-step.
slowly, his head turns back towards you.
his eyes widen just slightly in disbelief before his face twists in frustration.
“gaaaah! i knew it!” he groans, throwing one hand up as his shoulders drop in defeat, clearly exasperated as he realizes exactly what he walked into.
A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass
Aether
❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand
❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability
❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again
Albedo
❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else
❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in
❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you
Al-Haitham
❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room
❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on
❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out
Ayato
❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild
❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you
❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority
Baizhu
❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him
❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy
❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself
Capitano
❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it
❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts
❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you
Childe
❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face
❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you
❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you
Cyno
❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get
❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it
❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol
Dainsleif
❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease
❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol
❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here
Diluc
❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-
❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you
❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)
Dottore
❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.
❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still
❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???
Freminet
❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS
❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk
❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol
Gorou
❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??
❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh
❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is
simon and john competing to see who can make you cum more. the competition falls apart anyway when they both realize that they want to do the same thing to you—they want to corrupt you. thinking about choking on simon’s cock while john fucks his into you. thinking about simon wrapping his hand around your throat to feel himself; about john pressing down on your stomach to map out how deep he’s reaching; about how these stimulations push you to squirt with a muffled keen. thinking about simon’s mean and surprised laughter, and john’s patronizing croon at that; about john saying oh baby, look at you making a mess in front of our guest, huh? thinking about simon reaching forward to swipe at the mess on your cunt before bringing his thumb in his mouth and sucking on the juices with a guttural moan like that was something so delicious and, well, john can’t blame him because everything that makes up who your are is just so delightful. a gift, this precious girl of his is.
I’m Your Biggest Fan, I’ll Follow You Until You Love Me
Synopsis: What happens when a stalker meets a paranoid woman in New York? Well he first rationalizes it as him just protecting you, he’s doing you a favor. It was a dangerous world out there and he just wanted to look out for a pretty thing like you. You were so good, so so so good for him. You kept him sane, his North Star. But he failed to realize that you had a routine he was unaware of. One that would expose himself.
Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x f! reader
Warning: Stalking | Fluff | Breaking n Entering | Meet Cute turns to Obsession | Panty stealing Dex (because I can) | Mention of Masturbation (male)
Word Count: 2k
A/n: Already had the idea but my god does Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi go with him so well. Just got an edit of him with that song. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen, the account is peachl13 on tt. It should be the second video. Also isn’t edited, I’m writing this on my phone, I’m too lazy to get my laptop.
His therapist told him he needed a routine. He needed structure, he needed stability. So that’s what he’s been doing, day after day. Structure.
Wake up, breakfast, work out, work. Then he’d come home, make dinner, shower, read, listen to his tape and then sleep if he could.
Today on his day off though, he realized he needed more food for the week. He made a list, grabbed his wallet, keys and headed out.
He put on his fake persona, smiled at people when needed.
He was done with almost everything, all that was left was the produce. It was the one thing he hated, he always felt like he was bad at picking the better options. Always feeling like he picked the worst ones.
Dex stood there for a second looking at the avocados wondering which ones he should get. Wondering which were ripe enough, was it the firm ones? Or were they the soft ones? No not that one. Those are too soft right? He couldn’t remember which.
Just as he was about to reach for another one someone bumped into him.
He felt irritation creeping up on him. He turned to look at the ass who touched him. Who disturbed his peace, who interrupted his thoughts. His focus.
His eyes glaring down before they reached your eyes. Eyes that were wide, eyes that were soft. Your eyebrows frowned as your mouth moved. Words he could not hear as he was focused on your face. But the words slowly came through.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. My friend bumped into and I tried to avoid her. I didn’t realize my ankle would give out for a moment. I’m really sorry.”
What he didn’t know while he watched you ramble on and on was how you had been eyeing him. Whispering to your friend how hot he was. He didn’t see how they nudged you closer to him, accidentally pushing you a little harder than expected that resulted in this interaction.
Even if he knew that, it wouldn’t stop the switch that flipped within him. He didn’t know what it was, god, but maybe it was the way your eyes looked up at him in worry. How they had the sweetest apologetic look to them. So doe like.
So innocent. So pure. So good. Good.
You were good. You had to be good. Could you be his good? Could you be his North Star?
You had to have been, just look at you. Look at how much you worried about him. If he ever could show empathy, well he’d hope it was as well as you.
How he watched how you made a look at your friend as they giggled and made their way far from the both of you.
“I really am sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything.”
Dex chuckled lightly, his lip lifting just slightly in a half smile.
“You’re good. Don’t worry about it, it takes a lot more to hurt me than a love tap.”
His gaze shifted between your eyes to your lips and then back up. He watched how you tried hiding your smile, but it reached your eyes. Oh how he felt like he could get lost in them.
“Oh a love tap? Is that right? That’s a good one.” You then raised a hand hesitantly but decided to push forward. Your hand touched his bicep just lightly.
Oh how he felt electricity shoot through his body. It coursed through him as if he were a live wire. Even if your skin didn’t touch his, he could feel the heat radiating off onto his body. It was intoxicating.
He watched you, how you checked for him to pull back. For him to reject you. But how could he. No. No not you. It was all he wanted now. A little taste that he now desperately craved for more.
“But you’re right. With arms like these I doubt I’d do much damage to you.”
But you have. Somewhere in his sick twisted mind you did. Just the simple fact that you touched him, looked at him, spoke to him. You peaked his interest, and he felt himself wanting more.
“Hey uh-” his eyes shifting, your eyes, your lips, your hand. Eyes, lips, hand. Eyes, lips, hand. Eyes, lips, hands. He felt his mind racing, trying to find the right words. “Would you like to go get-”
Ring-ring
He felt himself holding back, feeling a whimper almost slip through his lips when your hand retracted.
You smiled at him and pointed to his pocket, “Aren’t you gonna get that?”
“No.” His response was too quick for his liking.
Vrrrr-vrrrr
“You sure? It seems like it’s really important.”
He pulled out his phone reluctantly, he looked at the called id before giving you a fake apologetic look. If he could he would give you an irritated one. But he didn’t want to scare you away.
He turned away slightly, answering the call with professionalism.
Dex shifted again just slightly, trying to get a peak at you.
But his heart dropped, you disappeared. Slipped from his line of sight. He fought the urge to yell at his colleague.
No no no no. He just found you. He just found his star.
His eyes scanned around, but you were no where near. Now how was he going to find you? How was he going to take you out? To let you be the one that helps him be the good person he desperately wanted to be.
He felt his irritation growing. He wanted nothing more than to yell over the phone and then hang up. Better yet he’d make sure to punch the man over the phone the next time he saw him.
His body tensed slightly, feeling a presence beside him again.
But it was you. Looking down at you he watched you smirk up at him. Focused intensely on your eyes, your hands. The pen that was in your perfect carved hands.
Hands that were sculpted for him. Hands that were sculptured to mold him. Mold him into becoming a better person.
He memorized your movements, memorized the sweet scent of your perfume as you stepped closer to him. Much closer than you had before. Your shoulder almost bumping into his chest as you grabbed his arm.
His gaze burned into your skin as he watched you in silence. Phone still to his ear as he let you do whatever you wanted. Let you pull up the sleeve of his quarter zip sweater. Letting you press the pen against his skin, letting you mark him with your number. As if it belonged engraved on his skin.
He felt himself smile when you looked back up at him. You softly pulled down his sleeve before waving goodbye.
He tried looking for you after his phone call. He really did. But to his dismay you were long gone. Just as sudden as you appeared in his life you were gone. He was glad he at least had your number right?
His day was ruined when he got home. Just as it began it quickly left. As he looked down at the last two numbers smudged he began to feel himself spiral.
No. Now he wouldn’t let this ruin it. No he had ways. He’s figure it out.
And he did.
How? Well working for the fbi had its perks.
He jumped through hoops for it. But he’d do anything for you. Anything to see you again. Anything to see you smile again.
Anything. Anything to feel your warmth, to be the kind of person you were. Good.
And he knew you were good. So good, he saw it in how you kept your apartment. Clean and organized. It felt like home, it felt like it could be his home. It invited him.
It felt like it wanted him to be there.
He could still remember the first time he watched you. He watched your routine just before you left. Watched how long it took for you to shower, to get ready, eat breakfast. How you closed the curtains, walked out the door, walked to work.
He wanted to see how you lived. In your own little world, but he noticed on occasion you’d look back. How sometimes you’d be on guard.
That was enough for him. He knew he had to keep doing this. He’d walk you to work. He’d keep you save from this distance. He’d be your protector.
Even if a man looked at you wrong in the slightest. He’d take care of it. It’s a dangerous world, he can’t have his North Star hurt. He couldn’t handle that.
And after, after he’d walk you to work he’d go back. Back to your apartment, back to his safe space. Your warmth. He’d always look how warm it felt after you felt.
How your cat had gotten accustomed to him. Always rubbing up against him.
Always lingering when he’d always go through your apartment. Looking at your bookshelf to see what book you were reading this week.
Looking through your fridge to see what meals you were eating this week. Sometimes he’d match his fridge to yours, wanting to taste the same foods you were eating. As if you cooked them together.
And some days. Some days he’d feel his temptation growing. He’d go through your drawers.
There it was. Calling his name. Screaming Dex Dex Dex Dex Dex over and over. Wondering how you’d sound screaming his name.
They were the prettiest panties he’d ever seen. He could just imagine you in them. Oh all the ways he’d want to have you in them. He stashed the black pair into his pants, knowing that later he’d use them. He’d rub them against his pink pretty tip until he cums on them. Until he’s groaning your name like a mantra.
When he’s feeling bold. He’ll do it in your apartment. He grabs your pillow, presses it against his face. Smelling your sweet shampoo lingering, the smell of your delicious lotion. Just you. All of you. He’s surrounded by you while he’s fisting his cock so hard.
He shakes, feeling himself rutting against his palm. Making sure he cums against his stomach so he doesn’t dirty your pretty sheets.
That day. That day in particular, was the day he felt like you’d know. All because he left at the wrong time. He didn’t time it correctly. That and because you changed your routine.
Just two minutes after he left your apartment. You found him. If you had come any sooner you’d see him walking out of your apartment complex. But this was easier, easier to explain that he just so happened that to be outside of your complex.
“Hey.” You smiled up at him. Oh he hadn’t felt that smile directly at him in months.
But there was something in your eyes. He could see it. What was it?
He smiled back, “Hey.”
Still panicking. He tried masking it, he hoped he’d do it well. He couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t have you find out.
“You never called.”
There it was. Disappointment.
You were disappointed in him. Oh he desperately wanted to tell you the truth. That he was there, the whole time. For months, watching you, protecting you. He just had to make sure, that you’d love him. Want him, want the good man he was molding himself to be.
So he lied as best he could. Really it was half lie.
“I know. I’m sorry. When I got home the number was smudged. So I couldn’t really call even if I wanted to.”
You hummed, as if you didn’t believe him.
“Let me make it up to you. Let me take you out to dinner.”
“I’ll have to see. I might be busy this week.”
Oh he knew weren’t. But he’d let you flirt, let you think you weren’t desperate for him. He’d indulge in your antics.
“What about next week?”
“Maybe.” He could see the smile you were trying to force down. “Here, give me your phone. I’ll put it in there this time. This way you don’t lose it.”
And he does. He’ll do anything you tell him.
You want him to kill somebody? He’ll do it. You want him to fix something? Say less. You want him to fuck you? Don’t need to ask him twice.
After that day he had to pretend. Pretend like he didn’t know where everything was in your apartment. Like he didn’t know your cat. A cat that wasn’t particularly warm to strangers at all.
And you’d pretend too. Pretend that that day you found him outside of your apartment complex you didn’t notice the tissue in the trash. The white substance that wasn’t there when you left. That your sheets were freshly washed, the strong fabric softener giving it away.
Pretend that your favorite pair of panties weren’t missing. Pretend that your pillows weren’t out of place by just centimeters.
That when you’d invited him in that same night, your all man hating cat was in love with him after seeing him once.
Pretend like your controller wasn’t just a few places off. Or how your room door was closed just slightly. You hadn’t left it that way.
Or how the book you were currently reading was sticking out just slightly. Not noticeable by anyone other than you.
You’d keep it a secret from him, even after a couple years of dating. You wouldn’t tell him that you knew. How you had an inkling the moment you’d found him that day.
How the scent suddenly showed up in your apartment. A hint of something.
Of him. The day of the supermarket it was there. And it lingers in your home. It lingered of him. Of musk, sandalwood and amber.
Something in you told you to be scared. The right part of you told you to run. But how could you.
You felt safe.
He made you feel safe, like home.
So you’d keep it a secret. Because you’d forgive this man, how could you not? He loved you. So so so so much. And you loved him.
How could you ever be mad at him? No not him. Not your sweet Dex.
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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊synopsis: when follo accidentally eats too many special chocolates unknowingly, he can't help but be oh-so needy for your perfect pussy.
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Imagine buying aphrodisiac candy/chocolates and stupidly leaving them on your dresser in your room. Follo comes into your room to look for you and spots the chocolate. He's completely oblivious to the fact its special chocolate, so innocently he eats one—they have an interesting yet smooth, delicious taste, and only one turns into 4 or 5.
Of course just after 30-ish minutes he's burning hot, the skin of his neck and cheeks flushes a humiliating shade. For a moment he thinks he's dying, he's feverish, dizzy and undeniably... horny? He's padding across the hall, steps heavy as he finds his way back to your room in hopes you're there. Which thank god you are.
You immediately look up as the door opens and then clicks shut, your eyes zeroing in on Follo who looks like a complete mess. His face is red, he's shaking and it freaks you out for a moment. "Follo? Are you sick?" You ask tentatively, sitting up at the sight of him looking so weary. "I-I dunno.." He speaks, his tone almost whiny. He points to the half eaten chocolates on your dresser and lets out a shaky breath. "I ate some of those and now I feel funny... whats in them?" He thinks he's laced himself with something—which isn't completely wrong.
Your eyes widen and you slap a hand over your mouth, damn near bursting out laughing. "Follo, how many did you eat?" He starts to panic more and walks closer to you. "Like... 5? Am I dying?" Your eyes widen, you're really only supposed to eat one. "Follo, baby... those are aphrodisiacs." You giggle, beckoning him closer. If his face couldn't get anymore red, he was nuclear now. Frozen in place as his heart pounds in his chest—no wonder he's aching all over. His eyes were completely blown out, pupils practically as big as the golden irises of his eyes.
Anyone else would have thought he was absolutely high off his ass. Then he begins to move again, like his legs have a mind of their own. He finds himself on his knees, face burried against your stomach like he's desperately trying to will away the feeling, and save his already broken dignity. "I didn't know." He whimpers, arms curling around your waist.
You try your best not to laugh at him, knowing how all that must make his body feel. Simply one chocolate is meant to make your libido sky rocket, imagine how five must feel. You can feel him shaking, skin burning as you place your hand against the back of his neck in a comforting manner. He finally looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, lips parted and breaths shaky. "Please help." He pleas quietly, grabbing at your hips.
His face says it all, he just wants you. No... he doesn't want he needs you, and he's not above begging and crying right now. "Please, I need you. Please, please..." He begins to climb onto the bed to be on top of you, pinning your back to the mattress. He's completely debauched and it might just be the hottest you've ever seen him. His fingers dig into your hips as he slides himself between your thighs, pressing himself right against you. "Tell me I can have you, I'm begging." He whimpers again.
He doesn't know what he'd do if you said no, he'd probably go insane. "Tell me you need me too." You look up at him, eyes wide once again. You've never seen him this way before—completely red and needy like he'd die if he couldn't feel you. It was almost hypnotizing, of course you couldn't stop him, you didn't want too. "I need you too."
Those words made him snap, he lowered his head immediately and pushed his lips against yours swiftly. There was a faint taste of chocolate on his tongue, his mouth desperately moving against yours. It was sloppy and unrhythmic, all tongue and teeth, just like how he felt on the inside—his heart skipping beats and legs feeling wobbly. And oh god, his cock was throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants—it was growing oh-so sensitive and nearly painful. His hips started to twitch against yours before grinding down mindlessly.
Once he started he couldn't stop humping your clothed cunt. Breaking his lips from yours he moans softly, holding onto your hips tightly for leverage as he ruts his against you. You let out a soft, surprised gasp as his hips rutted against yours wildly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer as your hips bucked slightly to meet his. With every thrust forward, the bulge in his pants caught on your covered clit just right. You were getting wet, a soaked patch seeped through onto your shorts.
He was so close already, about to cum in his pants like a desperate idiot just from humping you like a damn dog. His face was turning a darker shade of red from embarrassment, but he was too lost in you already to care about shame. "Hnnn!" He whimpered, blowing his load almost immediately—hips stuttering to a slow stop.
"Did you just...?" You mumbled, not judging but surprised and a little more turned on. He nodded with a low whine and began to pull on your shorts, because he definitely wasn't done. He was still hard and driven by unadulterated desire. "Need to be in you." He growled quietly, a sudden change from being so whiny and needy just a few seconds ago. "Please lift your hips..." You obeyed quietly so he could shove down your shorts and panties, tossing them carelessly to the side.
Oh fuck, you were so wet and pretty for him. He was completely lost in the sight of you, losing his damn mind as his heart pounded in his ears. He began fumbling with the button on his pants and shoving them down along with his cum-stained boxers. His cock springs up, twitching on its own. The tip an angry red, leaking enough precum that it drips down his length. He whimpers as the cool air hits the sensitive tip, he's barely able to hold back from slamming his cock all in at once. "Mmf—sh-shit, baby. Please...please tell me I can be inside you." He begs his tone turing into a low, needy whine all over again like he just can't help himself. Which, he really can't help himself. Your eyes meet his glazed over ones, pupils swallowing up his irises. He's nearly unrecognizable like this, just driven by carnal desire, he's completely libidinous.
You nod slowly, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. He whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his free hand wrapping around the base to guide himself toward your slick entrance. His tip nudges your hole, pushing in deeply as soon as he made contact. He drops his head against your collarbone, moaning and whimpering while his hips rut against yours once again. You gasp at the intrusion of him bottoming out immediately, your arms wrap around him, hands running along the ridges of his spine. His thrusts don't start out slow or gentle like they usually do, no, he immediately begins to pound your poor pussy with zero warning. His breaths come out heavy and shaky, thrusts are sloppy and rough and he's whimpering against your collarbone. He bites at your skin to muffle his whines, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard of the bed clash against the wall with every thrust.
Your moans fill up the room, high-pitched and louder than his incessant whimpers against your collarbone.
"F-fuck, baby." He whimpers against your sweat-slicked skin. His hips stutter, cock grinding inside, the tip hitting your g-spot just right to make you gasp.
"Follo...r-right there, please..."
He loses it at the sound of your voice, so needy and sensual all for him. "You're gonna kill me, b-baby..." He moans slamming into your harder than before.
The rickety mattress squeaks in protest beneath the both of you, headboard clashing with the wall and probably leaving cracks in the paint from how hard he's fucking you.
His hands leave your hips only to grab the back of your knees and fold you into a mean mating press, knees squishing against your tits through the fabric of your shirt. You honestly didn't even know you could bend like this—maybe Follo should take aphrodisiacs more often.
The way he's fucking you now is completely different than the usual way he makes love to you. Usually it's gentle, and slow, tender kisses and much less chaotic like he'd die without being plunged in your pussy.
He swears he's so close already, cock throbbing deep inside you. Oh, he's so embarrassed beneath all that pussydrunk desire. He's about to cum again so damn easily...
"O-oh fuck!" He whines, biting and sucking on your collarbone—leaving a wet, red hickey against your glistening skin.
The sight of his mark on you only pushes him closer to the edge, his hips stuttering and grinding deeper inside you. The feeling of his cock grinding against your g-spot semt you closer to the edge as well, legs quivering beneath his touch.
"F-follo, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, back bowing and head tilting back as a white heat pooled in the pit of your stomach.
He panted and lifted his head to look into your glossy eyes—a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. His forehead drops against yours, making the situation more intense than before. His eyes never leave yours even as he slams his hips forward again.
Thats all it takes before you're both cumming, your walls spasm around his leaking cock. Your senses heighten, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body. Cum spurts in thick, silky globs from his tip, painting your walls white. Both of you pause, gasping for air after cumming so hard.
He looks down at you in awe, cupping your cheeks between his sweaty palms—gently swiping the tears away from your eyes. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips against yours. His kiss is deep a little sloppy from being out of breath.
After a few moments of afterglow, Follo begings to harden inside you again. The aphrodisiacs still have a chokehold over him, libido higher than ever. It wouldn't he surprising if he can last hours on end before even shooting blanks.
The kiss deepens and his hips slowly begin to grind against yours again with his twitching cock still burried deep inside your cunt.
You whimper against his lips at the sensation. You were still oh-so sensitive from cumming and he's already starting to hump your poor, used pussy like a dog again.
He swallows every little whimper and moan that leaves your lips before rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him to straddle his hips.
Boths of his hands grab your ass as he pulls back from the kiss, lifting you on his cock and lowering you again. "Please, baby..." He whispers softly in a breathy tone. "Please ride me."
You sit up on his lap, hands pressed against his chest for leverage. His breathy, needy tone turns you on again. Your hips move subconsciously—back and forth, up and down and in sensual circles that make you both whimper.
His hands stay on your ass as you bounce on his cock and he whispers gentle praises to you. "Hng-! Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart. Just like that, ride me just like that." He praises, bucking his hips to meet every drop and rock of your hips. You pick up the pace, hips moving more rapidly against his.
He lets out a choked moan, gripping your ass harder. "Y-yeah, baby just like that. Ride m-my cock like it's yours. I-it's yours baby..." He moans, words practically incoherent as he watches your pussy swallow up his cock.
Your skin began to burn and tingle beneath his palms from how hard he was gripping your ass. His nails left crescent moons in your skin, desperately trying to ground himself yet failing miserably. "Mmfuck! H-hah—it's yours...it's yours. Take it baby, it's all yours."
The sound of him being so needy and pussydrunk makes you wetter, walls fluttering around him as your nails began to lightly dig into the fabric of his shirt that was still unfortunately on. Your hands slid down his chest slowly before pushing up the hem of his shirt. You watch his stomach tense up everytime your hips lower on him, and also notice the sticky mess on his pelvis from where your slick drips onto him.
"Mm, y-you're making such a big m-mess." He says, watching your clit rub against his pelvis as you circle your hips. He listens to your moans for a moment before lifting one of his hands and placing it between you two. His thumb presses against your clit, and rubs soft circles.
Your hips buck, moans leaving your lips as he starts stimulating your clit while you ride him. "H-hnn! Don't stop." You plea, hips desperately chasing your own sweet release.
You swear you begin to see stars as that same white heat builds up in the pit of your stomach.
Follo notices immediately and whimpers at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. "Cum for me, please...p-please baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock again." He moans as he furiously rubs your clit, feeling the little bud twitch and throb beneath his thumb.
"...'M g-gonna cum... 'm cumming!" Your jaw slacked as you leaned into him, walls spasming around his cock. You soaked his pelvis with slick and squirt.
Follo groaned at the sight and the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to continue thrusting up into you, guiding you through your orgasm while simultaneously chasing his own high again.
His arms are around your waist as his cock pounds into your cunt, making you cry out in overstimulation. "Fuck, F-follo!"
His eyes practically roll back as you clench harder around him, whimpers escaping his lips with every sloppy thrust. "I'm sorry, baby.. sorry, s-sorry." He whines as his hips move harder and faster. He really can't help himself, your pussy is just so addicting and his mind is foggy from the still rampant affects of the chocolate. "Need it so bad... 's so good."
He's desperately trying to reach his high to give your poor pussy a break. Tears roll down your cheeks from overstimulation and your face is burried against his neck.
Just a few more thrusts, he thinks, the plap, plap, plap sound fills the room. And with one final thrust he cums burried deep inside. His cum coats your walls once again as hs slows his thrusts. His eyes open, panting heavily into the air—arms relaxing around you finally.
Your body goes lax against him, hoping he isn't still feeling the affects of the aphrodisiac. Which, he is of course. You whine, feeling him harden inside you again after a few minutes. You lift you head to look at him, brows furround pathetically. His cheeks are flushed pink and he smiles sheepishly now. "H-hah... sorry, baby. Just one more, please?"
And goddamn, you couldn't say no to that face even if you wanted too.
———
The morning after, you both woke up in a sweaty, naked mess. Follo behind you, spooning you and the blankets halfway off.
After a quick shower and getting dressed you walked out through the halls in HQ walking past Enjin who just seemed to be in a fit of giggles seeing the two of you.
Follo's cheeks flush immediately, knowing exactly why Enjin was cackling at you two. Neither of you were good at being quiet to say the least.
"Guess that means I won the bet." Enjin says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. His words confuse the both of you but you can only imagine what he was betting on...
"And also, invest in a hotel room." He adds, guffawing when you both turn nuclear.
Maybe the walls are a little too thin.
"Oh em gee fawn you actually posted it we love you so much!!!!" everyone shouts with cheerful joy
Anyway this is genuinely fart out of a butt im sorry, i hope u guys like it anyway
men who use your height difference to their advantage
your boyfriend notices it in the most casual, unfairly smug way possible. there's quiet little shift in his expression when you’re standing close, talking, completely unaware of the way his gaze dips to your boobs for half a second too long. you’ll be mid-sentence, explaining something, and he’s nodding like he’s listening, but there’s that telltale hint of a smile tugging at his mouth like he’s holding onto a secret.
it’s the perfect view he has from the height difference. he loves it.
especially when you’re wearing something even slightly loose at the neckline. he doesn’t have to try, doesn’t have to lean or adjust, it’s just there, an easy, unfair advantage he pretends not to abuse. he’ll step just a little closer than necessary, hands settling on your hips or your waist, head tilted down like he’s focused on you, and maybe he is… but he’s also enjoying the view like it’s part of the experience.
you catch him sometimes. your eyes narrow, lips pressing together as you follow his gaze and realize exactly what he’s doing. “seriously?” you mutter, swatting at his chest.
he doesn’t even look embarrassed. just grins, slow and easy, like he’s been caught doing something he fully intends to keep doing. “what?” he says, completely innocent. “i’m listenin’.”
“you are not,” you shoot back, but you’re already smiling, already leaning into him despite yourself.
his hands tighten just a little at your waist, pulling you closer like that settles the argument in his favor. “multitasking,” he corrects, voice softer now, a little teasing, a little fond. and the worst part is… he’s not subtle about liking it.
he’ll rest his chin on the top of your head sometimes, arms wrapped around you from behind, and you know he’s looking down. you can feel it in the way he goes still for a second, like he’s savoring something. when you try to pull away, he just hums, tightening his hold.
“stay,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss into your hair like that makes it better.
and when you finally roll your eyes and mutter, “you’re unbelievable,” he just smiles down at you, warm and steady, like he’s already won.
“yeah,” he says quietly, pulling you in a little closer. “but you like me.”
Simon had signed the DNR with the same hand he cleans his knives— steady and devoid of sentiment. Back then, it was a simple truth; when the ticker stopped, so did he. No dramatics, no interventions. No third chances.
The world had already taken everything worth waking up for. What remained was routine: the sound of paperwork, the clanking of rifles, the weight of his own breath and the dull ache of days that bled into each other without consequence. Death wasn't a threat. It was a courtesy.
Then you came. Sweet little thing, all warm hands and soft laughter, with sugar on your lips and honey in your voice, and a smile that could undo him in seconds. (And a craving for dessert that matched his craving for you.)
Simon didn't stand a chance.
You married him like it was the easiest decision you ever made. Loved him like he wasn't stitched together from scraps. Fed him cake and kisses like they were both medicine.
And then somewhere down the road— after the quiet mornings and burnt toast— that DNR wasn't about giving in anymore. It was about respecting the rules of the house. Because if his heart stops and someone brings him back?
You're finishing the job.
("You think you get to scare me like that and live to tell about it?")
He wouldn't have it any other way. He's got something to live for now, and it's got frosting on it. And a temper. Someone who'd decided his continued existence was non-negotiable.
