thinking about riding adrian so hard he stops babbling 🤭 disrupting every single train of thought that forms in his pretty head, watching closely as he battles with himself, opening his mouth constantly to try to speak but all that comes out are tortured gasps or pathetic croaking sounds, finally getting to admire his cute face contorting in pleasure without his incessant talking distracting you, moaning at him teasingly "you're so pretty like this baby, so quiet all of a sudden, is this all it takes?" and thats when adrian breaks his silence (or tries to), his words come out hilariously chopped in response to the snap of your hips, "uggh- sh-shut up- f-fuck! i hate yo-" adrian's breath runs out mid sentence when you swivel your hips a lil harder, mouth opening wide in shock at your meanness, you giggle at him when he drops his head back with a helpless groan and he mouths an angry curse
"stop, stop fucking stepping on me." re9!leon groans drunkenly from the couch as you loom over him, one heeled foot on his crotch, rubbing him. he grabs your ankle, eyes moping up to yours, teeth gritting. you two just came home from a lovely dinner, and this is how you treat him?
"don't act like you don't like it, leon. i can feel you getting hard underneath me." you push your foot harder, earning a sharp inhale and a squeeze to your leg from him. he chuckles to try to cover up his noises. definitely can feel him getting hard now- especially with the way he can see your laced panties underneath your dress from this angle.
"it's- ngh- embarrassing, sweetheart. c'mon, god. you can't do this shit to me anymore," he tries to get up, but you push him back. he almost growls. “please.” he doesn’t know if he’s begging you for more friction, or to save him from shame.
"that's what you said last time. let me have fun with you, old man," you purr. “i’ll make it worth your while.”
"you're such a pervert. acting like i'm your plaything."
just got sad thinking about kissing jack while you both cum :(
like you’re sat on your bathroom sink, boxing him in with your thighs and he stands in betwen them. gasping into eachother’s mouths and you’re basically sobbing into his. eyebrows furrowed, sock clad feet trailing against the backs of his thighs and sides of his ass.
you’re both warm and cozy from a shower, in that warm romantic headspace that leaves you shaking and needier than usual. holding him to you by his triceps, his hands planted flat on the porcelain next to you. literally crying as he pulls in and out of you, wet squelches and tears pooling onto his tummy and chest, respectively.
he’s soooo close, his breath always tends to hiccup when he’s right there. in these moments, he gets just as clingy as you— wants to know you’re here & with him. “k-kiss me- ah fuck- kiss daddy. kiss your jackie.,” he mutters against your lips, swallowing deeply as he opens his mouth to rest against yours.
holding him by the back of his salt and pepper hair, tongue nastily rubbing against his. you both finish together, kissing the entire time, even though jack keeps pulling back in breathy whispers “fuck. fuckin’ love you. love you so fuckin much. kiss, please.”
jack abbott stumbling across your faceless porn twt account one night while he's scrolling... cock aching because of how long he's been searching for the right video to jerk off to. not realizing it's his resident, he watches you finger yourself while grinding back onto your hand. he watches the way your tits bounce with very rock of your hips, the beautiful curves of your thighs. he doesn't think he's come that fast in his life, listening to your sweet moans.
it becomes a ritual at night for him, rutting his cock into his hand- trying to imagine what your sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around him instead. your videos never get old, and he has his notifications on for whenever you post a new one. he's practically trained to get hard just by hearing a twitter notification.
until one day, you try something different- a live stream. he's immediately excusing himself to one of the more private bathrooms in the pitt, hands flying to click onto your link titled "first stream!! come hang out <3". but when he clicks on it, he's met with his resident's voice. still the same perfect body... but no moans, no gasps. your real voice. a twinge of shame fills his body, noticing how you weren't here tonight- and the pieces all come together. he swears he's even seen you wear that tank top at the bar after a long shift.
the guilt and shame fades as you take off your shorts (that were barely covering anything anyway) and reveal to the stream your wet cunt. saying how you're so worked up today, just had to try something different than usual. a plethora of toys he recognizes from your other videos lay next to you, and he's entranced once more. his mind is racing, but his cock is throbbing. the moment your bullet hits your clit, you both let out a fuck, and one of jack's hands move to his pants while the other types to you.
the ping of your stream rings through your ears, making you look up from the pleasure of your own vibrator. your face drops in shock at the outrageous donation someone left. "ohmygosh, thank you for the $500 donation, anonymous!! your note says.... 'can you use your dildo and call out doctor?'" he squeezes his cock underneath his scrubs. he's so fucking perverted, and so done for if anyone finds this out-
"yep! sure thing, dr! anything for that large of a donation," you giggle, picking up the largest dildo you have. and when you moan out "fuck, doctor, 's too much..." while sliding it into your entrance, jack comes on the spot.
he's fucked for the rest of his shift. and every time he sees you after that.
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a/n: sorry i need to get this out real quick bc of this video here -> tiktok !
your older attending who praises you all the time knowing the effect it has on you. jacks a very knowing man. he can pick up on almost anything with just a glance. he thought it was cute that you thought it would get past him. your thing for praise. you weren’t very good at hiding it, at least from him. your eyes would pool up a look of a silent beg for more when he’d tell you that he was proud of your work. that “you’re one of his smartest doctors” and “he’s glad to have you on his team.” he didn’t say that to much people, but he knew that look. pupils blown and bottom lip quivering, brain working to come up with an appropriate response. “t-thanks, dr. abbot. means…its means a lot to me.” you gulped out, twirling your thumbs around each other and holding eyes contact like your life depended on it. you were such a brave girl, he thought. it made him think about your limit. how far could he go? would you be able to take it?
it started off slow. the compliments were more frequent. “nice work, kid. knew you had it in you..” was say quietly into your ear after your swooped in and saved the patients life last minute. you should’ve been running off the high of saving a life, but your attending’s words had you going like nothing else ever had. you wondered if you imagining things, that all of words of encouragement were normal. he probably does that with everyone. nope! jack was surprised with how well you were handling it. although, he could see the pretty mask you put up crumble every time he dropped praise into the palm of your hands. your brows would twitch up every single time, thighs almost squeezing together but stopping before he could notice. but jack always notices. he always knows.
the final straw was when he let the two letter pantie dropper out. he pulled you to the side, feign concern your practices. he told you he just wanted to check in, making sure that you’ve been kept all the valuable information he’s taught you in that pretty brain of yours. “m’so sorry, dr abbot. i’ll make sure to s-stay focused. it won’t happen again i promise.” you mumbled out, but holding your head high to not disappoint the man you looked up to. “it’s okay, sweetheart. i trust you. you’re a good girl…my best.” god, he was fucking torturing you. you eye twitched like your brain short circuit. it was too much.
so, when he’s finally got you in his bed, he knows that you’d cum so fast with just a little bit of sweet words pouring into your ears. “there we go, honey. you’re doin so good. s’perfect for me…you’re so fuckin perfect.” did the trick, causing your back to the arch of his mattress and your nails to digging into the freckled skin of his shoulders. you cried you, throwing your head back in pure bliss as you repeated the only word you could remember. “j-jack!”
thinking about going to the beach with di!leon. begging him for weeks after alcatraz to go on a real vacation, especially since he brings it up so much. but every time he shrugs you along, saying a government employee doesn't have time to take off. (he has over 100 days of pto stacked up.)
but when you come home with 10 new bikinis that he paid for unknowingly, leon's fingers are flying to his phone to buy you tickets to a beachy, tropical location of your choice. at first his motive is.. questionable... but once you get there, he melts at the way your eyes brighten when first arriving to the beach- playing in the waves, looking for sharks teeth, and sipping drinks next to him. but of course, he catches a hard-on when seeing you oil yourself up in sunscreen, bashfully covering himself up with an extra towel.
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acting like a brat with leon isn’t something that you get to do often. usually, you have no reason to act out because leon dotes on you and happily gives you anything you want, the second you ask for it, but sometimes the occasion rises where he can’t give in immediately and so, you get to misbehave until he apologises
“open your mouth for me, baby” leon grunts as he stands over you with his cock out. he’s spurting precome from his tip and shallowly thrusting into the loose hold of his fist, just inches away from your lips and yet, you refuse to do as he says, even though your mouth is watering over the sight of him
you shift your weight between your knees, where they’re cushioned by the carpet, and blink up at him with faux innocence weaving its way through every bat of your lashes. briefly, you wonder how long it’ll take him to catch on to the game you’re playing because you’re desperate to taste him, even if you are mad at him
well, truthfully, you’re not mad at him. you’re just mildly annoyed that you were practically begging for his attention all day long but he was—apparently—too busy with work research to deal with you and now, you’re just giving him the same treatment that he gave you
“c’mon sweetheart—fuck,” leon urges as his cock twitches in his palm, eliciting a rough groan to erupt from his lungs. his hips lurch forwards, seemingly against his will, and cause the head of his cock to bump against your mouth and smear pre over your lips and across your cheek
on any normal day, you’d kitten lick over his slit to hear him moan but instead, you press your lips together tight and jerk your head away from him petulantly. except, leon grabs ahold of your jaw with his free hand and turns your attention back to him with his fingertips squeezing your cheeks
a frown pulls at your eyebrows as he forces you to look up at him, watching as his head tips to one side and his eyes flit across your face whilst he finally figures out what you’re doing and—hopefully—why you're doing it because as enticing as he sounds and looks, you won't give in until he says that he’s sorry
“you’re angry with me?” he asks carefully and brushes his thumb over your shiny lips. the urge to kiss the pad of his thumb before you suck it into your mouth makes your stomach knot as you fight it and choose to simply shrug your shoulders in response, “because of earlier?”
with all the sarcastic energy that you can muster up on a whim, you roll your eyes at him. you want to huff and say of course that’s why you’re in a mood, he put you in a mood by making you wait all day for anything more than a quick peck, but you don’t want to open your mouth, so just glaring at him will have to do
“baby, i was workin’,” leon murmurs softly, which would sound a whole lot sweeter and far more sincere if you couldn’t see his hand sliding over the length of his cock a little bit faster than it was before—like he’s enjoying himself, “don’t be like that angel, open your mouth for me, please,”
his plea is paired with him nudging your lips with the head of his cock again but this time you can’t turn away because he won’t let you. his fingertips dig into your cheeks, trying to slot between your teeth to prise your jaw open because he knows you want it—really, who wouldn’t want to suck him off
in a last ditch effort to disobey him, you partially give him what he wants. your lips part, only slightly, and right when he moans with the pleasure of what he thinks is your defeat, you lean in and spit over the tip of his cock. strings of saliva hang from his length and drips splatter over his thighs and all leon can do is sigh
he steps away from you, looking down at the mess you’ve made and you’ve got him. he’s going to apologise for being so mean to you all day and then he’ll fuck you like he should’ve done hours ago, when you originally asked. he’ll go deep, it’ll be rough and it’ll last for every hour he made you wait and—
“be a fuckin’ brat then,”
leon’s harsh tone makes your spine straighten, rigid. he mimics the way you shrugged at him moments ago as a sick smirk pulls at the corner of his lips and then your eyes dart downwards to where his fingers are spreading your spit over his cock in lazy, drawn out, strokes
your bottom lip juts out, leaving you pouting up at him when you realise that you aren’t going to get your own way, like you normally do. leon isn’t going to apologise and give in, just like you refused to, and now he has the upper hand whilst you haven’t got a leg to stand on, “but i—”
“but what?” leon cuts you off and raises his eyebrows, “you didn’t want it sweetheart, i gave you enough chances,” he explains with a lilt that feels condescending, “so, now you can be a brat and sit pretty and watch,” he finishes, sealing your fate with a low groan as he starts to jerk himself off properly
the thorough plan you had, and honestly thought would play out seamlessly, is useless to you now. any control you had over the situation slips away as your shoulders sag and your eyes soften before crocodile tears start to prick at your waterlines. you’re not upset or even annoyed anymore, maybe just a bit embarrassed
“awh, don’t cry yet otherwise i’ll—fuck—come too fast,” leon coos when he notices the fat drips starting to slide down your cheeks, that are rapidly turning red with his taunting. his fist glides over his cock with ease now, aided by your spit and the steady stream of precome that is going to waste over his fingers when it should be dripping down your throat
“that’s not fair,” you whisper and fiddle with your fingers in your lap whilst your pussy clenches feebly around nothing. you’re soaked, you’ve been soaked all day, and now you’re just dampening the lining of your panties pathetically as leon touches himself right in front of you
“what’s not—what’s not fair?” he moans, dancing a thin line between trying to tease you without losing himself in the pleasure that you should be giving him, “tried t’give you what you wanted, i was being fair, wasn’t i?” his question is a trap and you know it.
if you say yes, you give in and if you say no, the proverbial hole you’re dug into gets deeper. so, you just whine instead. it catches in your throat and scratches a little bit but it falls on deaf ears because leon doesn’t push his question any further and you get immediately distracted by his cock
he’s flushed red and so hard, throbbing if you look close enough, and as his hips start to roll forwards in even thrusts, he begins to fuck his fist more than he jerks himself off. heat curls in your stomach uncontrollably and your tongue darts across your bottom lip while strings of pre start to hang from his tip
your gaze snaps upwards, only to find that leon has been watching you intently the entire time, so he knows what you’re silently asking for without you having to say a single thing. you want him in your mouth now, you want to taste him and lick his cock clean—you just want him
leon says no. his jaw clenches, his teeth grit together and his head shakes slowly from side to side, “should’ve thought about this before you started being a brat, huh,” he hisses and squeezes his cock lightly, like he does when he’s getting close to his orgasm
“please?” you try weakly, knowing that you’re quickly running out of time to have him before it’s all over. he’s never held out on you for so long, he’s always given in the second you’ve asked so softly but you can’t deny the fact that his attitude and teasing is making your cunt flood with slick
somehow, leon knows what he’s doing to you or maybe it’s just the way your thighs are clenching while you fidget from side to side but either way, he ignores your quiet beg completely, “bet you’re soaked,” he grunts, causing your head to nod, “tell me how wet—oh god—you are,” he orders
the shade of red that dusts your cheeks gets deeper by at least five shades, you can physically feel your skin burning but you’ll do virtually anything to please him now, “been wet all day, can feel it making my thighs sticky,” you mumble, “it’s all for you,”
“good girl,” leon drawls and you know that no matter how this ends, whether you get his cock or not, he’ll praise you even more afterwards and tell you that he’s proud—he always does—but for now, he’s not done teasing, “it’s a shame though,” he pants, with his chest heaving
“why?” you ask, probably too quickly because leon makes you wait for an answer. his cock fucks through his fist hard and fast, creating a slap of skin every time his hand collides with his tensing stomach and underneath it all, his balls are starting to tighten and draw upwards—he’s close
“if you’d behaved, i would’a had you on the bed by now,” he huffs and you whimper, “yeah—fucking hell—face down, ass up, could’ve fucked you right, made you come on my cock over an’ over, until you cried—yeah, just like that,” he rambles
the tears that cling to your lashes now aren’t crocodile tears anymore. you’re desperate and needy and what he’s doing has gone past teasing, it’s torture and he’s getting off on it. to make matters worse, you’re getting off on it too, you can’t help it with how vocal he’s being and how dirty it all sounds
tentatively, you reach out and ghost your fingers over his leg, prompting him to inch forwards but not enough to be properly in reach, “please, i need it,” you sniffle pitifully and as your bottom lip wobbles, you see leon’s facade falter
“shit—beg for it,” he says, though it sounds almost like he’s begging you to finally do what he’s asking. his tone is thin and filled with every harsh breath that’s passing his lips, “quickly sweetheart, m’about to come” he stresses and grabs at your jaw again, softly this time
“i want it—i want you, wanna taste you—please, i’ll be good,” you start to beg before your brain has even processed it, “i swear i’ll be good, please just let me—i need it,” you cry with tears streaming down your cheeks to where his fingertips are dimpling into your skin
“open your—oh shit,”
leon’s cock jerks before he finishes his sentence, cutting him off and knocking the wind from his lungs while his orgasm takes hold. thick ropes of come shoot across your face, splattering up your cheek and across your forehead, making you jump before your jaw drops and your tongue lolls out for him
you hum happily as the next wave, and every wave after that, drips across your tongue and slides down your throat with ease while leon groans deeply above you. his hand slips over his length slower but tighter, wringing every drop of come from his sensitive cock and into your mouth
“kiss it,” leon pants when he has nothing left to give and he’s starting to soften against your lips, that gently press around the head of his cock in a delicate kiss, “now say thank you, i gave you what you wanted,” leon smirks lazily as he drawls his words
his fingers glide over your cheeks, smearing his come across your skin before he carefully uses his knuckle to collect the drips that are stuck in your lashes so that they don’t get in your eye, “thank you,” you whisper and then giggle when he tickles down the bridge of your nose with wet fingertips
“good girl, now behave until i’m hard again and i’ll fuck you,”
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desperate to please you. so disappointed in himself, in his body, for not being able to treat you the way he wants.
not that he was bad at it before, but he gets outrageously good at eating you out now that his dick is untrustworthy. knowing exactly where to lick and prod, how to curl his fingers and push into that spongy spot that makes your back arch.
his favourite past time is looking up from between your legs and seeing you moaning above him, head thrown back, hands making a mess of his hair. he can’t help but let out obscene noises each time you pull at his strands, each time he feels your cunt tighten around his fingers. his dick never gets fully hard, but he still feels arousal. a damp, distant warmth in his abdomen.
he’d be humping the bed. not vigorously, not like he did when he was a younger man, but slow and controlled. a slow grind, over and over, until you’d come too many times all over his face and couldn’t take it anymore. the arousal would linger for hours. never enough to get him hard, but he still felt it. it made him heady, cuddling up to you, pawing at your breasts and kissing up your neck. he wished he could fuck you like he did when you’d first met. missed the feeling of entering you, of cumming inside you.
after searching online, reading countless articles, he came up with a semi-solution. fastening a harness around his broad hips, dildo lodged in the front. at first he’d felt embarrassed. the contrast was shocking. his limp dick remained in his briefs, but when he’d look down at you, your cunt sucking in the toy and leaking all over it, it really made him feel like he was fucking you, again. and you enjoyed it which was all that mattered to him. but this was a good alternative, close enough to the real thing. his hips would still stutter when you came around the toy, as if you actually were tightening around his length.
“just like that, lee. keep going.” his dick twitched at your words, your hands in his hair, the raked lines your nails had carved down his back. god, he couldn’t even get hard but he felt on top of the world.
“want you to cum.” you’d whisper in his ear, breath tickling his neck and making the hairs on his skin raise. “wanna see you cum, honey.”
he groaned, digging his nose into the crook of your neck, thrusting harder. he felt it, now. not hardness, but warmth. wet. he was leaking into the fabric of his underwear, under the harness.
“so good for me, always so good.” you kept going, lips parted and panting.
“i’m-oh, fuck.” he whimpered into your skin, hips stuttering. his orgasm hit him like a truck, knocking the wind out of him. you took his face gently in your hands, guiding his lips to yours. he was still cumming, eyes screwed shut, mouth malleable and weak for your kiss.
once his thrusts had stopped completely, you wrapped your arms around him, manoeuvring your bodies to lay you both on your sides, hissing at the movement of the toy still in you. his eyes were glazed over, heart pounding and head throbbing.
“you okay?” you whispered, gentle and oh so caring. his heart squeezed. you caressed the side of his face with your palm, grazing the stubble that’d grown there.
“almost killed me.”
you snorted, flicking his forehead.
he chuckled, wrapping his large arms around you, and squeezing you into him. you nuzzled into his bare chest, pressing kisses into his warm skin. his breathing was beginning to slow down, but you could still hear his heart pounding.
💭 thinking about re9!Leon Kennedy threatening to shave his happy trail 18+ I’m insane about him oml
He’s standing at the foot of your queen-sized bed in a pair of boxers, having just gotten out of the shower. “I think I might need to shave this off soon, baby.” Your head instantly snaps up at his direction, dropping the book you were reading onto the mattress beside you.
You watch in silent horror as he runs his hand over the dark hairs that dust across his chest and down towards that delicious happy trail of his, his brows all pinched together in contemplation, even the thought of him considering it sent you into panic.
“Absolutely not. No,” you tell him, shaking your head in vehement protest as you shuffle to the end of the bed on your knees.
His eyes catch yours, and his frown softens into a grin. “Look at it, baby, it’s getting out of control down here.” He huffs in amusement, fingers still grazing over the coarse hairs, heart melting a little at the way your lips purse out into a frowny pout.
“It’s sexy, Leon.” You tell him, brushing his hands away from the sacred trail with a huff. “You’re not allowed to just shave it all off.” your fingers now toy with the waistband of his boxers.
He chuckles, cupping your cheeks between his big palms and tilting your head back. “Not allowed? What you gonna stop me?”
“No… but if you shave it off I-I-” you pause, wracking your sleepy brain for a suitable punishment, “I won’t have sex with you until it grows back.”
“Oh, fighting talk, huh? You wouldn’t last a week, babe.” He replies smugly, knowing for a fact that he’s not wrong. You barely survive when he gets pulled away by his ever-demanding job, always relying on those special homemade videos you both made.
You groan in frustration, and he coos down at you, running the pad of his thumb over your pouty lips to try and coax you to smile— but it doesn’t work, you seem genuinely heartbroken, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him just a little.
“C’mon… don’t look at me like that, baby, it needs taming.”
You don’t answer, but your expression turns determined. You lean forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a wet kiss right over the hard ridge of his abs. His fingers slip into your hair, tightening a little at the roots, your name catching in his chest as you drag your tongue back up his firm stomach.
“Oh Fuck-” his voice comes out hoarse, ragged.
“Promise me you won’t get rid of it.” You tell him, dragging sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to his V-line, and when he doesn’t answer right away, you pull back, scowling at him. “Promise me, Leon.”
“Yeah, yeah, I promise… I’ll keep it, s’all yours gorgeous.” He breathes out heavily from above you, dick already hard and twitching to life against the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Good.” You beam up him happily, tugging the waistband of his boxers down a little further with a lick of your lips.
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AN: is this a safe space to say I love big hairy men and women?
oh my god you’re okay i thought we lost you to the dark side
OMG. NO. i would never leave to the dark side </3 i have just been so busy and i started new meds so my sex drive has been so low LMFAOAO so that equals no motivation to write smut
cw: unprotected sex, forced creampie heheh (so some dubcon), me asf tbh, aged up characters (18+)!
megumi always tells himself you’re not allowed to ride him anymore. you’re too much of a risk taker.
he can never really deny you though, so he has his back against the headboard, sitting upright while you ride him reverse cowgirl. his mouth hangs open in hard breaths, tongue peaking out and abs flexing-- watching your ass come up, down, up, down, from the tip to the base. your hair fans out across your shoulders and he wishes he could see how good your face looks right now, but then he'd have to switch positions. he should do that anyway because he knows he's in for it now, but he's enamored by the way he can see his dick disappearing inside you at this angle. it’s quite the conundrum.
you can feel his nails raking down your back over the sensitive nerves where your spine is, your moans peaking out of your mouth through a lip bite. to make matters worse he feels it coming, that burning in his stomach when he knows he’s about to finish. you’re about to make it difficult for him like always.
“gonna cum, baby.” he offers, reaching to grab one of your ass cheeks in his hand, lifting it, a subtle reminder that he isn’t wearing a condom and you need to get up soon. " 'you hear me?"
you don’t respond. you’re trying his nerves right now, which is only heightening his arousal. “please–shit–please do not fuck with me right n-now–” he warns you, an empty fucking warning.
you aren’t acknowledging him at all, the only thing running through your mind: keep going, keep going, keep going. your mouth is open in an ah, ah, ah, fuck~ gumi, your dick always feels sso so good–
he curses under his breath. “y-you’re tightening up too much– ‘said i'm gonna cum, baby, you gotta let go so I don't-”
he pauses, feels it, and then he starts whining, as high in his natural pitch as he can possibly go. grabbing your hips, he’s pulling you in and trying to push you off all at the same time.
“l-let me go–! baby, c’mon, let go–”
“shut uppp,” you whine back. “you come on, give it to me, then–”
you let your hips slam back down once, twice, straight down a third time. he can’t hold it, spills his cum deep inside you with a groan. his whole body tenses up, muscles contracting while he fills you.
you go limp on top of him with his dick still buried inside you to the hilt.
megumi lets out a harsh puff of air, leaning his head back against the headboard with a dull thud. he squeezes his eyes closed to soothe the metaphorical headache that you just gave him. “you’re fucking insane.”
you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him, smiling sweetly. “and you’re still hard.”
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