WARNING: UNDERAGE READERS DO NOT READ/ADULT ACTIVITES
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• Yearning/Begging (yes, you read that right)
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The night was thick and silent when you felt the mattress dip. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know it was him. Pierrot never stayed away for long, no matter what you said.
His gloved hand slid slowly up your side, trembling with barely contained need. A shaky exhale brushed against your neck, warm and desperate.
“I tried so hard today,” he whispered, voice hoarse and cracking with raw yearning. “I told myself I would respect your wishes. That I would remain hidden in the shadows, watching from afar like a good boy… but I couldn’t. Every minute without you was agony. My chest ached. My body burned. I need you like I need air. Please… don’t send me away tonight. I’ll beg if I have to.”
He pressed closer, caging you beneath him as he rocked slowly against your thigh. You could feel his cock straining hard against his clothes, throbbing with hours of pent-up longing. He ground into you with a broken whimper, the polite mask slipping as pure obsession took over.
“I yearn for you constantly,” he confessed, lips brushing your ear. “All day I stalked you through the grounds, heart pounding every time you laughed or moved. It hurt so much seeing you exist without me touching you. Please… let me have this. Let me feel you. I’m begging you.”
His fingers worked with trembling reverence, peeling your clothes away piece by piece until you were completely bare beneath him. He buried his face against your neck, inhaling deeply, shuddering as if your scent alone could sustain him.
“I need to be inside you,” he pleaded softly, voice thick with desperation. “I’ve been aching all day, hard and leaking just thinking about your warmth. Please… I’ll be gentle. I’ll worship you. Just let me in. I can’t survive another night empty and alone.”
He freed his cock, thick and flushed, the head already slick and dripping with pre-cum from his relentless yearning. Pushing your legs apart, he settled between them, rubbing the swollen tip up and down your folds in slow, teasing strokes. He lingered there, trembling, begging with every breath.
“Please… feel how much I want you. I’m leaking for you. I’ve been like this for hours because of you. Let me push inside. I need to feel you clenching around me, taking every inch. I’ll do anything. Just say yes… please, my Monarca.”
When you finally yielded, he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, a long, shuddering groan escaping him as your heat enveloped him. He bottomed out with a broken sob of relief, hips flush against yours, staying perfectly still to savor the connection.
“Mgh-… this is everything,” he whispered, voice trembling. “You feel so perfect around me. So warm and tight. I’ve craved this all day, every second I was apart from you, I was imagining this exact moment. Please don’t move yet… let me feel you like this a little longer. I’m begging you.”
But the yearning quickly overwhelmed him. His hips began to roll in deep, needy thrusts, slow at first, then building with desperate intensity. Every stroke was deliberate and long, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt, as if he couldn’t bear even a moment of separation.
“Fvck… you feel incredible,” he moaned, voice breaking into pleas. “Deeper, please let me go deeper. I need to fill you completely. I need to claim every part of you so you’ll never want anyone else. I’m so obsessed with you… I’d do anything to stay buried inside you forever. Please moan for me. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
His pace quickened, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the tent as he fucked you harder, driven by that all-consuming hunger. One gloved hand pinned your wrist above your head while the other gripped your hip, pulling you into each thrust. He leaned down, long tongue dragging hot and wet across your chest and throat, tasting you like a starving man.
“I watch you every night because I can’t stop,” he panted between thrusts, words spilling out in a desperate stream. “I drugged you that night because the thought of you leaving me made me panic. I need you this close. I need to feel you fluttering around my cock like this. Please… squeeze me tighter. I’m begging you. I’m so close already but I don’t want it to end. Not yet. Not ever.”
He shifted angles, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every deep, grinding thrust, his balls slapping rhythmically against you. His cock throbbed and pulsed within your walls, stretching you deliciously as he chased his pleasure with shameless need.
“Cum for me first,” he begged, voice hoarse and reverent. “Please… I need to feel you fall apart around me. I live for your pleasure. It’s the only thing that soothes this aching in my chest. Let me give you everything. I’m yours… completely yours. Just use me. Take me deeper. Please—”
When your climax hit, he groaned loudly, savoring every pulse and flutter of your body around him. Only then did he let himself go, driving in with frantic, possessive strokes.
“I’m cumming, please let me fill you,” he cried out, voice breaking. “Take all of it. I’m yours. All of me belongs to you.”
He came hard with a shattered moan, flooding you with thick, hot pulses deep inside, hips stuttering as he pressed himself as far as he could go. Wave after wave, he kept thrusting through it, milking every drop while clutching you tightly, as if afraid you might disappear.
Even after, he refused to pull out. He stayed buried deep inside you, softening slowly while pressing soft, obsessive kisses along your throat and shoulders.
“I’ll never let you go,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfied yet still-yearning longing. “My heart only beats right when I’m connected to you like this. Never ask me to stay away again… I don’t think I could survive it. I’d rather die than spend another day without this.”
He curled around you protectively, still buried to the hilt, refusing to separate even an inch. His gloved fingers stroked your hair tenderly as he whispered more pleas and promises into the dark.
“Sleep, my love. I’ll stay right here… Always.”
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