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“M-Mmph!-“
He had been going at it for so long… mumbling about how he just wanted to make you feel good, how pretty you were.
His hips slammed into yours from behind, body pressed perfectly against the curve of your back— god,it’s like he was made for you.. made to fit your body. He was planted on one elbow and one palm, aiming his hips the best he could to get as deep as possible inside of you. Why? Well, because you asked.
Typically you were on top, guiding and controlling him in the most pleasurable way he could imagine.. But all it took was one bad day. One stressful day at work, one word, and he was ready to do anything to please you— make you happy.
He was drilling into you at this point. Well, he had been, actually. His forehead was pressed into the crook of your neck as he cried into your skin, voice cracking. “Gh-god you are so- so pretty…!” He rambled, tip of his cock kissing the deepest part of you. As deep as he could possibly go. “N’you’re so sweet…— sweet, don’t deserve to have b-bad days…” he ranted on, whimpering on about how you deserved the world.
You could feel him twitching like crazy: his cock, his hips, his hand… he was shuttering, hands gripping the plastic cover over his bed like a vice. “Hah- oh.. s-shii..” he was a mess in your ear, but doing so, so good for you. You had asked him to fuck you stupid— anyway he wanted, just as long as you could forget about the shitstorm of a day you just had. Well, he definitely was doing it how he wanted: he was just dumber than you at this point.
Still, he kept going. Despite having cum already once, he maintained his mind washing rhythm, filling you to the brim while whispering sweet nothings into your ear like you were some kind of goddess, some sort of sacred thing. Maybe you were to him.
It’s not that you weren’t making noise— you were— but now you were so on the brink that all you could do was let your mouth hang open slightly as your eyes rolled back. It wasn’t often he fucked you like this— usually it was the other way around. Tonight though was different simply due to your request, and you weren’t complaining in the slightest.
“M’I doing good—..good? Wanna be perfect—make you feel perfect..-“ he stammered, voice rather husky, whimpers falling from his lips like music to your fucking ears. A breath was sucked out of him, and he mumbled about how tight you were. Tonight, he was more vulgar than usual, in his own way. Everything about him was making you tighten around him. You went to go reply to him: to tell him he was such a good boy.
However, your words were replaced by a rather shocked whine as the palm placed in front of your face left your field of vision, just for him to pull your hair back and lift you up ever so slightly. “Mmh- please..? Please tell m-me I—“ “Fuck-!”
That was the first time he had ever done anything like that. You weren’t exactly sure why or where it came from, but when he noticed how speechless you were (because you were too busy matching the sounds that he was making) he pressed his forehead against yours. “M’sorry.. so sorry I just.. need to see your face better..? Yeah?”
“Don’t apologize..” you say through gritted teeth, followed by a small squeak as you notice just how tight the knot in your lower stomach had grown at those actions and words alone. “You’ve been a fucking dream, Herman..— please don’t stop..” you whine. “Y’feel so good..—“
At your words of praise he only went harder, and all the sudden the reality of how close you were hit you like a freight train. “Anything f’you..—anything..” Herman whined into your shoulder. You could tell- you could feel it. You felt his hips twitch, thrusts stalling for just a second before a familiar warmth filled in your abdomen at the same time the pressure snapped.
You fluttered around his spent cock, Yur hips shaking in small short bursts as you fought to come back to your senses. “Mph…” Herman huffed, slowly adjusting and flopping onto his side, spooning you while he softened slowly inside of you. You were both panting— holding each other close.
