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You hum softly, giving up on your task to lean back against him, just enjoying the moment.

But Clark can't hold back when it comes to you.

One of his hands slips down a little, moving from your stomach, lower, until his fingers graze the waistband of your pants.

“Clark,” you say quietly in warning, feeling your body grow hot at his touch. “We have to go.”

“We've got a while,” he murmurs as form of explanation, his fingers deftly undoing the button and the zipper on your pants.

“We'll be late for work,” you say weakly, warmth spreading between your thighs.

“We'll be fine,” he replies, grazing his teeth over your ear as his hand slips under your panties. His fingers slide over your cunt, gently parting your folds to press against your clit in neat little circles.

You let out a soft moan, hips pushing forward against his hand.

Clark's mouth trails down the side of your neck, kissing and sucking your skin, feeling himself getting harder and harder as you mewl and whine lowly.

His fingers move a little lower, prodding at your entrance, feeling your slick slowly starting to drip out.

“Oh, baby,” he groans lowly, his teeth lightly digging into your neck in a soft bite. “You feel so good.”

You moan, hands grabbing onto the counter, your hips pressing against his fingers. “Clark...fuck...”

“I know,” he says lowly, his voice rough, as he starts grinding his hips against your ass. He groans at the friction against his hard cock, and he can feel the front of his boxers already damp with precum.

You're making soft little sounds that go straight to his groin, his name falling from your lips in little gasps.

Gently, Clark eases you forward to bend over the counter, one hand on your hip, the other one sliding a finger into your wet pussy.

Your cunt welcomes him eagerly, walls warm and pulsing as his finger delves deep in and then curls, finding your g-spot with ease.

He gently pushes your foot with his to spread your legs farther apart, giving him more room.

With every breath he takes, he can smell your arousal, mixed with the scent of your body lotion and your shampoo. It makes him insane, makes him wish he could rip your pants off, sit you on this counter and eat you out like you deserve. But that'll lead to him fucking you, and then you'll both definitely be late to work.

You moan loud, thighs shaking as Clark adds a second finger into you, thrusting and curling them perfectly, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit.

A familiar heat spreads through your body, thick and intense as it fills your womb. It grows hotter as Clark fucks you with his fingers, pushing you towards the edge.

“Clark,” you gasp, but he already knows. He can feel your gummy walls squeezing his fingers tight, he can feel the way your body is shaking. He can hear your racing heart, can smell your juices dripping from you and gathering in your panties.

The thought of you being so close only spurs him on more. He rolls his hips against your ass, his cock twitching in his boxers as he grinds against you, the fabric sticky from his precum.

“I know, baby,” he grunts, the steady rhythm of his hips stuttering as a tight coil of heat grows taut in his lower abdomen. “Almost there.”

You're squealing now, your legs quivering and threatening to give out. But Clark holds you steady with one arm around your waist, keeping you in place.

The hot sensation in your womb builds and builds, like a balloon filling with air, until you're sure you can't take it anymore.

“Clark —” you try to warn him, but your brain is hazy with pleasure and your tongue isn't collaborating. “Fuck!”

The steady press of his fingers against that spongy spot in you, combined with the press of his palm against your clit, has you seeing stars. But it's also pushing you towards something more than just a regular orgasm.

You're mewling and whining, not able to find the words to warn him as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge until the heat is too much, until your body shudders and the tension in your womb snaps, and you come.

You moan his name loud enough that the entire building might've heard. A gush of your slick spills from you, soaking Clark's hands, making a mess of your panties and your work outfit, your juices drenching the fabric.

Clark moans as he feels you squirt on him, the feeling of it pushing him to his own orgasm. He comes with a rough groan, his hot cum spurting onto his boxers in thick, sticky ropes.

You're both breathing heavy, bodies slowly coming to, skin sticky with sweat.

Clark kisses the side of your neck gently as he withdraws his hand. “You okay?” he asks.

You nod softly, still breathless. “Yeah, I'm good.”

He hums. “You were right, we're gonna be late,” he says sheepishly. “We're gonna have to clean up before we head out. I wasn't counting on us making such a mess...”

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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.

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

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.

Enjin -> Brat taming and size difference, oral (f! receiving. He enjoys having a bratty and bossy girl, but he loves watching the attitude in you fall apart while he fucks you. He likes when you talk back and challenge him teasingly in bed—knowing in seconds you'll be on your hands and knees begging for more of him. Enjin also enjoys being much bigger than you, the idea of his cock being too big for you and watching your tummy bulge when he's burried to the hilt turns him on more than it should. He's also a complete munch, and loves eating you out. It's like a daily ritual for him—waking you up by eating you out. After a long mission? His face is burried between your legs. After dinner? He needs his dessert (you).

Jabber Wonger -> Pain play and sadism/masochism. He's a switch and enjoys being a dominant and submissive—but he's really a masochist and likes pain whether it's biting, slapping, or being edged till it hurts. Jabber prefers you to be the one inflicting the pain on him, but he wouldn't mind the roles being reversed either. He's also curious and willing to try almost anything.

Follo Tunito -> He's honestly really vanilla, enjoying praise and body worship. Follo likes when you praise how good he feels, and wants to worship every part of your body from head to toe. He's overall gentle in bed, and never rough, prefering slow, intimate love making, over rough sex—prioritizing your pleasure over his.

Bro Santa -> Breeding. He loves the idea of cumming deep inside you, and planting his seed inside your womb, staking his claim on you. Watching your tummy grow swollen while your body fills in perfectly is like seeing heaven to him. Bro not only finds it attractuce and alluring, but he finds you utterly magical and brilliant—and that also turns him on even more.

August Stilza -> Aphrodasics, lingere and thick/chubby women. He loves eating special chocolates with you, that warm, fuzzy almost dizzy feeling is like a drug to him. He already acts a fool, so imagine him eating some aphrodisiacs—he's acting even crazier but red faced and needier. August also loves watching you in lingere he made specifically for you, especially if you have soft, plushy curves. When he's fucking you and pushing your legs back, watching your tummy squish makes him love you even more.

Gris Rubion -> Size difference, praise + he's a total ass guy and struggles to hide it. When you walk he can't help but stare at your ass and the way yor hips sway when you walk, he honestly feels terrible about it, but he cant help it. He also loves curves. Gris loves being bigger than you in every way, watching you struggle to take his cock. He'll whisper quiet praises after every little inch you take.

Tamsy Caines -> BDSM, dacryphillia. Oh he's sadistic, and a very teasing dom. He loves the idea of being in charge of you, and telling you what to do. He loves dictating what you do in bed but also likes when you get a little bratty—not minding being a brat tamer as well. Tamsy would tie you up, and tease you for hours, not letting you cum until he says so. He'd punish you when you don't listen as well, but definitely has a safe word for you to use. BDSM isn't just for his sexual relationship with you but also makes it's way into your everyday relationship (consensually. Please dont take that the wrong way lol 😭) Tamsy loves when you get so overstimulated, you cry, watching the tears roll down your face with a lecherous expression—teasing you mockingly, "Aw, too much for you sweetheart?"

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Guess who's my favorite, level extremely easy. 🥹🙏 This took to much brain power for me ugh. 😭

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