EPISODE 26!: How to trick your best friend into thinking she’s gaming with you!
| pairing: nerd!felix x fem!reader
| fluff, bsf to lovers, sweet confession
The glow of felixs dual-monitor setup painted his face in hues of soft blue and electric pink. His headset was already on, one hand idly spinning the joystick on his custom controller while he waited for you to join the game lobby.
You flopped onto the beanbag beside his gaming chair with a sigh. “Okay, what ridiculous team-up co-op thing are you dragging me into now?”
Felix turned, beaming like he wasn’t being secretly suspicious.
“Just something chill,” he said innocently. “It’s a beta of this new indie game. Local co-op. Lots of puzzles. You’ll like it.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Is this like the time you made me play that cooking simulator, and we ended up arguing about virtual onions for an hour?”
“I swear,” he said, holding up one hand like he was taking an oath, “no vegetables this time. Promise.”
Still suspicious, but trusting him—because it was Felix—she picked up her controller and settled in. The opening cutscene played: two pixel characters standing in a forest clearing, names above their heads.
“Aw, you named yours Lixie?” You teased, elbowing him.
“Yours is called MysteryGirl27, you can’t talk,” he shot back with a grin.
“Okay, fair.”
The game was cute—simplistic graphics, but the mechanics were clever. You had to had to work together to solve challenges, with each level based on classic games they both loved growing up. There were maze puzzles, old-school platformers, even a rhythm game level that had them both laughing when felix missed every single note trying to show off.
But then… things started to get weird.
Level 6 opened with a message scrawled across the top of the screen:
“Real quests don’t always come with instructions.”
felix shifted a little in his seat. “This one’s more... emotional,” he muttered.
You glanced at him. “What do you mean?”
But he just pushed his glasses up and said, “You’ll see.”
The level loaded: a starlit beach, pixelated waves rolling in and out. Their characters were holding hands now—something you hadn’t noticed in the earlier levels. You raised a brow, but kept playing.
As they walked along the beach, bits of dialogue began to appear at the bottom of the screen. Only—it wasn’t the usual pre-scripted NPC stuff.
Lixie: “I’ve been playing games with you for a long time.”
MysteryGirl27: “I know. You never let me win.”
Lixie: “That’s because I like seeing how hard you fight.”
MysteryGirl27: “You’re cheesy.”
Lixie: “You like it.”
Your heart stuttered.
You looked at Felix, but he was staring at the screen, chewing on his lower lip.
The two characters reached a small pixelated bonfire. Another message appeared:
“Sometimes, games are just a cover for something harder to say out loud.”
Your controller went still in your hands.
The dialogue continued—clearly typed in by someone. By Felix.
Lixie: “I didn’t make this game just for fun.”
MysteryGirl27: “Wait. What?”
Lixie: “This whole thing… I coded it for you.”
Lixie: “Because I wanted to tell you something.”
Lixie: “And I figured, if anyone deserved a quest, it’s you.”
Lixie: “So here’s the final level.”
The characters stopped in front of a small treasure chest on the beach.
A final prompt appeared on the screen:
“Press X to open.”
Your fingers hovered over the X button. “Felix…”
“Just press it,” he said softly.
You did.
Inside the chest was a glowing heart. And then a final message faded in:
> “I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. Not just as my Player Two. But as someone I want in every part of my life. So… will you go on a real-life co-op adventure with me?”<
Your throat closed up. “You…” you turned to him, stunned. “You made all of this?”
He pulled off his headset, cheeks red, voice quiet. “Yeah. Spent the last three months learning game dev stuff. I wanted to do something... special. Something only I could do for you.”
“And the whole game—every level…”
“All the things we love,” he nodded. “Stuff we’ve laughed at, gotten mad at, memories. I wanted you to see how much it all meant to me. How much you mean to me.”
You dropped your controller and launched yourself into his arms, nearly knocking him back in his chair.
“I would’ve said yes without the game, you know,” you whispered into his hoodie.
“I know,” he said, smiling into your hair. “But I had to be dramatic. Nerd style.”
EPISODE 25!: I have a gf now but.. how do I do this??
| pairing: nerd!jisung x fem!reader
| fluff, kissing
Jisung had kissed you exactly once.
It was quick—so quick you weren’t even sure if it counted. A blink. A breath. The kind of kiss you'd miss if you looked away. They had been officially dating for three weeks and four days, and yet somehow, Jisung still flinched when your fingers brushed with his.
You tried not to take it personally. After all, this was the same boy who needed ten minutes of pacing and two practice speeches to ask you to be his girlfriend.
Now, sitting on his bed while he scrolled through his ridiculous anime-themed coding playlist, you watched him chew on his hoodie string like it held the answer to all of life’s questions—including how to kiss your girlfriend without combusting.
“So…” you said slowly, swinging your legs. “Do I have to schedule an appointment for another kiss, or…?”
Jisung choked on air. You smirked.
His fingers froze mid-scroll, hovering awkwardly above his keyboard like they didn’t know where to land. His ears turned pink first, then the blush slowly crept up his neck like it was being uploaded in real time.
“I—I mean, if you want—if you’re okay with—uh,” he stammered, looking everywhere except at you.
You raised a brow, enjoying the way he was short-circuiting. “Jisung. We've been dating for almost a month. I think it's safe to say I’m okay with kissing you.”
He blinked at you like he couldn’t compute the words.
“I’ve been studying the, uh… theoretical side,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Romantic gestures. Kissing techniques. There’s this YouTube video series—very educational, like, properly cited and everything—”
“Baby.” You laughed softly, reaching over to take his hand, gently pulling it away from the eternal hoodie string he was chewing. “You don’t need to research how to kiss me.”
“You say that, but what if I mess it up?” he said, eyes wide with sincerity. “Like, statistically speaking, first real kisses set a precedent for future physical intimacy—”
You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Just a soft, lingering press near the corner of his mouth. His breath hitched.
“See? Not so scary,” you whispered. “Now, do you want a redo of kiss number one? One that actually counts?”
He hesitated, then finally looked at her—really looked at you—with a flicker of nervous courage behind his eyes.
“…Yeah,” he said, voice almost a whisper. “I really do.”
Jisung’s heart was doing something wildly illegal in his chest.
You were so close—eyes warm, lips curved into that soft, teasing smile that made him feel like he’d somehow won a prize he hadn’t even entered for.
He nodded—barely—and your hand found his cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin. Your touch alone made his neurons misfire. How was he supposed to survive the actual kiss?
Okay, okay. This is fine. He simulated this. He watched the tutorials. Breathe in, tilt your head slightly, don’t bonk noses. Dear God, don’t bonk noses.
And then you leaned in.
All thoughts—tutorials, stats, simulations, panic—evaporated.
Your lips met his, slow and careful, and Jisung forgot how to think.
It wasn’t dramatic or fireworks-exploding or music-swell cinematic. It was just warm. And real. When you pulled back, just a few inches, your forehead resting gently against his, Jisung felt like the planet had tilted a little, just to line them up perfectly.
“You’re a good kisser,” you murmured.
He stared at you, dazed. “I—really?”
You laughed. “Jisung, you kissed me like you were solving a Rubik’s Cube with your soul.”
“I kind of was,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. “But I think you just became my favorite algorithm.”
You groaned, shoving his shoulder—but not too hard.
“You’re such a nerd.”
“Your nerd,” he said softly.
Your smile faltered just a little—not in a bad way, but in the way people look when they feel something big, and they’re trying not to fall headfirst into it.
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he stares at your mouth too much.
always has.
it’s not subtle. not even in the slightest. the way he trips over his words when you’re chewing gum or how he nearly walks into lockers if you’re wearing gloss. it’s pathetic. cute, maybe, if you were a better person.
but you’re not.
and he’s so easy to ruin.
han jisung. two seats ahead of you in calc. hoodie zipped all the way up to his throat with fraying drawstrings chewed raw. notebook full of hand-drawn graphs and pokémon stickers. always alone. always shrinking. the kind of guy who blinks too fast when you say his name.
you watched him for weeks before you made your first move. not because you were shy, never that, but because you wanted to be sure. wanted to be absolutely certain he was the kind of boy who would never fight back. and he was. he physically couldn’t hold eye contact with you for longer than two seconds without flinching and you hadn’t even touched him yet.
sometimes you don’t even say anything— just pass by, eyes lingering a little too long, smile tilted a little too sharp, and you can feel it. the tension. the panic. like he already did something wrong and he knows he’s guilty of wanting something he shouldn’t.
the first time you shoved him against the lockers, he dropped everything— books, laptop case, inhaler, even his glasses. you bent over to pick them up with a faux sweet smile and whispered, “aww. are you gonna cry, sungie?”
he didn’t answer. just kept his eyes on the floor, face pale, lips trembling.
you handed him his glasses, then slapped the back of his head.
“watch where you’re going next time, loser.”
your friends howled while jisung just stood there, humiliated. completely still. the kind of still you only see in prey animals trying not to die.
it only got worse from there.
you started turning it into a game.
every day was something new— stealing his backpack and dumping it out in the quad, recording him stuttering in group presentations, taking photos of his screen when he was in class and posting them on your story with captions like ‘coding like his life depends on it 🙄 loser behavior.’
he never told you to stop. not once.
you took his pen during midterms and wrote “i touch myself to you” on the last page of his exam and the TA handed it back in front of the class with a puzzled expression. jisung just turned bright as a tomato, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, and tried his hardest to disappear.
sometimes your friends egged you on and dared you to take it a step further.
“send him a nude and say it was an accident.”
“moan his name in class and see if he pops a boner.”
“sit on his lap in the library and tell him to be quiet.”
you always did.
and he always obeyed.
not that you were doing it for your friend’s entertainment anymore. that stage passed, fast. now you did it because it was fun. addictive, even. you liked to watch him squirm, to see his whole body tense up whenever you leaned in just a little too close, already bracing himself for impact. you could hear the way he swallowed, feel the heat rise off his skin, see the exact moment he lost control of his own body.
you thrived on it.
on him.
you’d reach over his shoulder and tug his earbuds out, read his chat logs out loud, and giggle as he scrambled to hide whatever cringe anime gif he’d just sent to someone equally as irrelevant.
he never yelled. never dared to raise his voice or fought back. even when you licked a stripe across the rim of his water bottle and said, “bet this is the only thing he’s kissed all semester.”
his face immediately flushed a vibrant shade of crimson, but he never once asked why you did it.
not even when your friends were wheezing with laughter beside you, you held the bottle out like an offering, daring him to drink from it again. he just looked at it, looked at you, then back at it. as if he didn’t know which option was worse.
and that’s what really got to you.
not his silence— but the way he just took it. how he let you do anything. like he thought he deserved it, maybe he did, because deep down, you knew he liked it.
you could smell it on him. shame and sweat. lust curled in his posture. how his gaze always flicked downward, and his thighs clenched when you leaned too close. he thought he was good at hiding it.
but he was so fucking obvious.
his breath would hitch when you licked your thumb and wiped his cheek in front of everyone. he’d hunch his shoulders whenever you talked about sex, like the words themselves made his skin prickle. the way he twitched— just slightly— everytime you said his name in that tone.
he was something between a pet and a stress toy.
not someone you liked. just someone you liked fucking with.
you didn’t want him, not really, just wanted him desperate, wanted him pliant. have him sobbing in your lap while he thanked you for ruining him.
and the more he took it, the more you gave. with interest.
he never talked back when your friends laughed at him. never retaliated. never even looked at you when you insulted him in front of people. just kept his head down, his face blank, thinking maybe if he didn’t react, he wouldn’t be worth your attention.
but you were already hooked.
it became routine. him showing up early to lecture, you sliding into the seat next to him, whispering something filthy just to see his pencil stop moving. then nothing. no eye contact. no reply.
you’d pull up a photo from your camera roll— his hard-on clearly visible through his pants from that day in the lab, and tap the screen with your nail. “you jerk off to this yet?”
his blood instantly ran cold. nearly drop his pencil.
you could hear your friends behind you, giggling. one of them muttered something under their breath. you didn’t even hear it— too focused on the way jisung’s breath caught in his throat, on how fast his thigh was bouncing under the table.
you found him pathetic.
really, really fucking pathetic.
you wanted to break him open. peel back every layer of fake composure until he was reduced to nothing but whimpers and wet patches and ruined pride. you wanted to see him fall apart so badly that he couldn’t even think about anyone else without hearing your voice. without getting hard. without crying.
so you started seeking him out intentionally.
cornering him. isolating him.
pushing further and further—
but the real fun hadn’t even started yet.
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you wait until after class.
his last class. you know his schedule— every second of it. how he slips out the side exit to avoid the narrow, crowded hallways, stops to tie his shoe at the bottom of the science building step, and most of the time he forgets to eat so he ends up sitting alone in the library, chewing on granola bars he doesn’t like. you’ve built your entire afternoon around the simple, satisfying routine of hunting him.
and today, you weren’t gonna let him slip away so easily.
he lingers behind like always, dragging his feet, hands tucked deeply into his pockets with his head ducked low like he’s trying to disappear into the floorboards.
you follow him out.
he doesn’t notice. never does. or maybe he does and he just prays you don’t say anything. he walks fast, thinking he can outrun you, huge mistake.
you speed up, closing the distance. your hand shoots out just as he rounds the corner near the stairwell, shoving him hard into the nearest empty classroom with a force that makes him stumble. his body hits the desk with a dull thud, he flinches violently. you slam the door behind you, twisting the lock shut with a loud click that bounces off the walls.
he turns to you with wide, watery eyes already rimmed with panic.
“h-hi- uh- i wasn’t- i didn’t mean to—”
he’s shaking, brain already short-circuiting. his hands go to his bag, clutching it like a shield, backing up until his spine clashes with the whiteboard, fingers gripping the strap as if it’ll save him from what he knows is coming. his eyes refuse to meet yours. never dares to make eye contact. just looks down at your shoes instead.
your lips curl into a sinister smile, taking your sweet time walking up to him, slow and deliberate, your heels clicking against the linoleum, acting as a countdown, arms folded behind your back like you’re just here to “talk”.
you tilt your head, wide eyed, all fake innocence. “you always run off so fast after class, sungie. makes a girl feel… unwanted.”
his throat bobs, eyes flicking up to your face, then away again just as fast.
“i-i wasn’t running,” he whispers. “i just… had something—”
you step closer. one step. two.
he doesn’t move. just trembles. breath stuttering in his chest.
“no you didn’t,” you cut him off. your voice drops as your fingers graze his chest, feel the twitch beneath the cotton. “you were gonna go back to your little cave and jerk off to the sound of my voice again, weren’t you?”
he blanches, physically recoils.
“i-i- what?”
you laugh softly. almost sweetly. like you didn’t just gut him with a whisper.
“don’t play dumb, sungie. i know what you do. everytime i raise my hand in class. everytime i laugh or wear lip gloss.”
he looks like he might cry, or throw up, or both.
“i don’t- i mean i would never—”
you place both hands on his chest and shove, making him fall backward into the chair behind him with a pathetic yelp, limbs folding beneath him like paper. you’re on him before he can move, invading his space, leaning in close enough that your breath ghosts across his cheek.
he doesn’t resist.
he never resists.
his mouth opens and his knees knock together. he makes a noise— tiny, sharp, somewhere between a gasp and a sob. you see it. the shame. the arousal. the helpless, crumbling guilt.
“you want me to touch you, don’t you?” you whisper, brushing your fingers up his throat, acrylics scraping the skin. “that’s why you never say no. why you never stop me.”
he shakes his head adamantly. “n-no, that’s not- i don’t—”
you don’t even let him finish. you’re already climbing onto the desk behind him. one leg swung around him so you’re straddling his shoulders from behind, your inner thighs caging his neck. he tenses immediately. his fists clench in his lap. he doesn’t even try to push you away, just stares straight ahead. terrified. hands white-knuckling the edge of the chair.
“then why,” you breathe, “are you this hard?”
you reach between his legs, pressing your palm against the stiff, throbbing bulge in his grey sweats.
he gasps. a high, choked sound of betrayal from his own body.
“didn’t even touch you yet,” you murmur, fingers stroking the length of him through the fabric. “and you’re already leaking this much for me?”
he bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. doesn’t say a word.
you reach down between your legs, hook your panties to the side, and pull them open with two fingers. you see his eyes widen— barely— but he’s still staring forward. still trying to process how any of this is real.
“open your mouth.”
he hesitates. just for a second.
you slap him, hard. across the face.
his head whips to the side and you hear the broken gasp that punches from his chest.
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
he does as he’s told, reluctantly parting his lips.
and you sink down.
the moment your cunt meets his tongue, his entire body seizes. every nerve in his system hitting him all at once. his tongue presses instinctively to your folds, licking upward, helpless and eager. lips suckling your clit like he’s hoping to earn sympathy that won’t come. you grind down harder, dragging your folds over his mouth, smearing your wetness across his nose and chin until it glistens.
he can’t breathe, but that’s the whole point.
you ride his tongue like it belongs to you, because it does. you fuck his face and moan into the air, treating him as if he’s nothing but a seat with a pulse. you feel his hands curl around the chair, gripping it so hard you’re sure his hands would cramp up.
you rock your hips slowly, letting his tongue slide deeper, and he moans right into you. whiny little sounds spill out of him, muffled by your cunt. his whole face drenched— spit, slick, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes because you wouldn’t let him come up for air. his jaw aches, his tongue twitches, but you only grind harder, sneering down at him like he’s less than human.
“that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” you hiss through a broken moan, watching him nod frantically, desperate to please. his fingers clutch the chair, hanging on for dear life, body trembling, but you don’t give him mercy. you don’t see him as anything but more than a means to an end, and the humiliation dripping from him only makes you wetter.
you roll again— sharper this time.
his thighs quiver. his fingers curl around the chair so hard they creak.
that’s when you feel it. feel the sudden tremble. the sudden stillness of his entire frame as a tiny muffled sob gets lost between your legs. his body locks. he gasps into your cunt— and you know.
he cums, without any warning.
you pull off and look down to see his sweats fully soaked, dark and wet and sticky right around the base of his cock, the stain spreads quickly, dampening the fabric with shame.
he just came in his pants, like a virgin. without a single word of permission.
you burst out laughing.
“oh my god, you just came.”
he wants to sob, trying to hide his face in his sleeve, but you yank it down, grab his chin, and force him to look up at you.
“no no. don’t hide. let me see your stupid, ruined little face.”
his cheeks are flushed. tears in his lashes. mouth swollen and glossy from your slick. a mess. your mess.
“did you even touch it?”
he shook his head solemnly.
your smile twists into something cruel.
“fuck. you’re disgusting.”
he moans.
you spit on his face.
he moans louder.
you laugh again and grind your soaked pussy against the bulge in his ruined sweats, watching his whole body seize up, thrashing under you like a fucking broken toy.
“look at you. cock all sticky from your own little tantrum. you like being used like this? like a pathetic little cumrag?” you cooed, condescension dripping from your tone.
“’m sorry,” he whispers. “i didn’t mean to—”
“didn’t mean to?” you mock. “you fucking exploded, sungie. you didn’t even ask. what if i was gonna let you fuck me tonight?”
his mouth drops open.
you lean down, lips brushing his ear.
“but now?” you whisper. “now you’re gonna sit there like a good little freak while i rub myself on your spent little dick until it hurts.”
“please—” he sobs. “it’s s-sensitive, i already, i already came—”
you drown out his pleas and kept grinding down harder, your cunt soaking through the thin cotton of his sweats now, teasing the head of his cock even as it twitches and flinches.
“you’ll take it,” you growl. “you’ll fucking take it, sungie.”
and he does.
because he’s yours.
your loser. your plaything. your desperate, trembling, overstimulated virgin who cums untouched and cries when you spit on him— and you’d do it over all again just to watch him beg, thank you for ruining him.
you ride the shame out of him.
and he lets you.
because you’re the devil in lip gloss. and han jisung already sold his soul.
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click, click, click was all you could hear from across the room seeing your pretty boyfriend felix playing his game while talking with his friends on his mic wearing his headset.
“why is this so hard?” his deep voice sending shivers through your spine— the one you deeply always imagined how good it would sound in bed.
he would always try to hard in games considering he is still bronze but that’s not your focus right now. you slowly approach felix, siting pretty on his lap leaving enough room for him to see the screen of him battling an ugly creature, “angel? is something wrong? im kinda in the middle of a—“ his voice cut off by your ass sitting fully on his clothed cock “—a game..”
“baby what’s this?” he breathes out, “it’s nothing, just wanna watch you play the game.” you reply, pressing your ass more on his cock. “wanna feel you” you say, bending slightly arching your back until your clothed breast touches his desk, shirt riding up slightly to know you weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt from getting a good look at you.
his friends on the game call out to him making him escape from his thoughts sifting back to reality “y-yeah? fuck sorry, I didn’t mean to make our team lose.. just got a bit distracted.” he reassures to his friends. “angel.. whatever your doing is a big fucking dangerous game right now..” you couldn’t help but giggle at his warning, “what? Im not doing anything. Just wanna watch you play.” liar, you know exactly what you’re doing. Your mini shorts barely covering your ass, not to mention that you did walk in the house like this all day having felix not being able to take his hands off you.
“fuck..” he can’t help but look down at how well you look good sitting on his lap like this like you were made for him. “you know exactly what your doing? ever since you put on his stupid cute ass outfit walking in the house basically looking like you had nothing on you. wanted to pull you in and fuck you on any surface.. but I held back angel.. thought you weren’t ready for me.. but for fucks sake.. guess I was wrong”
he took off his headset saying his goodbyes to the guys on the other line leaving them confused on why he had to go but didn’t pay any mind to it. “gonna make you feel me for days..” he growls, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you up to tuck his chin on the top of your head, pulling both of your legs on each side of the gaming chair leaving you spread open, your wetness damping your clothing.
“felix..” you moan out, his touch makes you tremble. “need you so bad felix..” he broke from those words, “yeah? You need me? How bad, pretty?” his praises make you clench around nothing. “S-so bad.. please” that does it, in one small move he pulls your shorts to the size realising you didn’t have underwear under your shorts. “not even wearing your underwear, you were expecting this weren’t you?”
he slips a finger in your tight hole sidling in slowly feeling how tight you are. “god you’re so tight.. gotten loosen up for me if you want this.” his finger slides all the way in pumping in and out gradually speeding up the pace making you choke on a moan. “holy— fuck felix!” was all you could say having your mouth slightly open silent moans leaving your mouth every now and then.
“gonna just cum from my fingers? such a greedy baby.” felix purred out leaving sweet wet kisses on your neck trailing down to your exposed collar bone. he takes his free hand and lifts up your shirt exposing your small round breast, nipples hard and ready to be used. he grabs a handful of the left one and plays with the nipple. “these pretty tits.. all for me yeah?” you moan from the extra pleasure you’re getting too much to handle. “mmh.. felix.. I-i think.. I think I need to pee..”
“no angel, you’re getting close.. let go for me you can do it, i know you can” you cum swallowing hard, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “good girl..” he kisses the top of your head softly. “gotta give my pretty girl a reward yeah? wanna taste your pretty pussy.” he carries you to the bed gently pushing you down until your the back of your head hits the mattress, felix brings your legs to your chest leaving you spread open for him.
“I always imagined wondering how this pussy would taste.” he takes a long second to stare at how you’re glistening, your earlier release leaking down your asshole dripping to the bed. he finally leans down tongue flatting against your slit, sucking on your clit softly making you squeal his name. “fuck you sound so hot saying my name like that..” he groans.
the way felix is lapping at your cunt so good takes you even closer to the edge cumming harder before. “such a good girl.. gonna cum on my cock now.” he laps up the last of your release finally sitting up and taking off his pants and wrapping your legs around his waist and taking his tip gathering your juices for easier access to slide in.
“im gonna go in now. tell me if its too much and all stop k?” he lays a quick kiss on your temple and slides only his tip in softly not wanting it to hurt more than it is. you cry out softly making felix stop his movements whispering gently into your ear, “I know.. I know.. ‘m sorry angel it’s gonna feel better.. promise” he’s halfway in now sliding in and out making you take more of him each time.
felix whispers out things like this while laying sweet kissing all over your face trying to make up for the pain he’s causing ‘this enough for you?’— ‘you want me to go deeper?’—‘anything to make you feel comfortable pretty’
he’s now fully in waiting for you to adjust to his size before setting a pace. he starts slow at first hearing your soft cries turning into moans. you wrap your arms around his waist digging your nails into his back making him leave out soft gasps of pain. “gosh angel.. you’re gonna leave marks on me” his rhythm speeding up just enough for you both to drive to you crazy.
“gonna- ‘m cumming..” you whisper out. “yeah? cum with me.” his thrusts turning sloppy feeling you cream around his cock with him filing you up at the same time.
“could’ve asked for this instead of taking me away from my game pretty.” kisses your lips softly pulling back to speak, “your lucky I love you.”
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