Not a request but I desperately needed to share my thoughts on Cove Holden bc I have no one to say this to.
But I feel like accidental overstimulation is something that will ALWAYS happen with Cove especially if he’s in a cockdrunk/pussydrunk state like. You say you’re tired and he’s giving you puppy dog eyes “Just one more round babe? I promise, it’s the last one 🥺” and you give in and 5 rounds later, you’re still stuck in the mating press he put you in, fucked stupid and crying your eyes out from the pleasure while Cove just peppers you in kisses for encouragement and whispering “M’sorry, last one, I promise” or “You just feel too good” Yeah…last one my ass…
YESS THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABT
n yknow how in the wedding night dlc, he says he's not good with words. i like to imagine as the night goes on, totally sex drunk, and that besides feral grunts and moans, he can only muster up a few words about how warm n tight you are, how you feel so good, that he's cumming.
poor thing can't even make full sentences, his brain has totally melted and all he can think about and struggle out fractured sentences about how good the sex is, how messy it is between you, especially if you're letting him cum inside.
he's resting on his elbows, trying not to squash you but his body is flush against yours, his chest squishing yours, face buried in your neck and you can hear how he pants like an exhausted dog, but you can hear his desperation in every breath..
it's a bit suffocating. he's so heavy, and the air is so hot, humid, and you're both so sweaty, but even though you're tired and so overstimulated, so much so it hurts. your sex is still throbbing and leaking with pure need, and you want more.
you'd sob out such a wretched moan. it could almost be mistaken for sad crying with how pathetic it sounds, but the filthy squelching between your legs, the sound of skin hitting skin.. it's nothing more than a whorish moan, born from your cries and whimpers, pleading for cove to hurry up and cum. to make you cum, so that way you can rest.
but when you both fall over the edge, your legs hook around his back, knees clamping around his sides, trying to close with him still in between them and your nails dragging down his sweaty back, and he's humping you like a damn dog, working himself through his orgasm at the expense of grinding his fat tip into your sensitive g-spot.
even though your legs jerk and tremble with every stroke, your clit / tip painfully overstimulated, your walls begging for relief from his bully cock, you somehow dont really want him to pull away, your spent body giving in to the toe-curling pleasure, feeling devastatingly empty when he pulls out..
because he does try to hold up to his promise. (3 rounds later after his initial plead)
but he's such a mess, and you probably look like a mess, too. he's fucked both your brains out, and you want him close. wanna be connected to him. want your bodies sewn together until you're one never ending loop of pure love and ecstasy.
he hears your pitiful whimpers, tries to blink away the cloud of lust from his vision, tries to think about how you're probably so tired, so sensitive... he promised it'd be the last round, really does try to pry himself off you after he promised it'd be the last round..
but those pretty glassy eyes blink at him, so dark with lust and those lips are so swollen and sweet, your hands reaching for him, legs curling around his back as you breathily ask for more
and even though you're both too damn sensitive, every brush of skin and slight breeze a sharp sensation to your overstimulated bodies, you feel too empty to be apart from each other, maybe one more round will satisfy you...
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