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More about me:
Growing up: I lived in a small town in the northern states from about 2-5, I moved back to where I was born after, and lived on a farm for many years. I have ten siblings, and I'm the youngest out of all ten, the oldest being 25 years older than me! I know, crazy. I'm a die hard big brothers girl — he is through and through my favorite person, along with my older sister. I am an aunt to 11 beautiful people (three of which are older than me, lmao) My dad has passed, but I was a daddy's girl growing up, it definitely contradicts the raging daddy issues that man also gave me, they're featured very obviously in many posts and fics... beware lol.
Music: I love all things music, I come from a very musically inclined family, out of ten, only a few of my siblings don't sing or play instruments. My dad was a country music signer-songwriter, so growing up I spent a lot of my time at music venues and bars (at 6 years old, I wrote a song and sang it in front of a crowded bar, it was about rainbows.) I got to experience music constantly which led to a great hobby of mine, singing, and occasionally I'll pick up a guitar or play the piano, I'm a quick leaner and easy forgetter when it comes to instruments though lol. If you handed me one right now, I wouldn't know what to do with it, but if you give me two weeks to learn I can play you a song or two. (Don't ask me to play barre chords, I have cried in utter frustration due to them) I will add a playlist here later of all the songs I like!
I have animals, up until last year, I had 25 chickens, four dogs, 12 horses, 2 ducks, 2 hogs, 2 cats, and a mule. I no longer live on my farm, so I've downsized a lot, I now just have my two kitties, Logan and Little baby.
That’s all for now, I love to talk!! Please send me any thoughts you have 💋
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i hate to say it… my clark kent series will probably never return
i unfortunately really lost motivation for it, and then i never finished smallville despite how hyper fixated i was on it for so long. it’s been forever since my last update but i wanted to make it official.
Sheriff Stilinski gets Stiles a cat because he feels bad that he works so much and leaves stiles alone. The wolves HATE that stiles now smells like the little kitty he cuddles every night. Derek personally has beef with the cat. Stiles thinks it’s hilarious when Princess Leia just flicks her tail at the irate wolves when they drop by.
Love teen wolf's approach to werewolf mythology just being everything is true don't question it. Lycan was probably real and hanging with celtic druids, so was the beast of gevaudan, you need to bitten by an alpha to be turned but you can also drink rain water out of a wolf's print, also its hereditary, there is a guilt based eye color system, you need to kill an alpha (or inherent after their death) to become an alpha except sometimes the universe decides someone is a good enough person that they should just get to be one anyway, sometimes getting turned by a werewolf will turn you into a completely different creature because "who you are represents the form you take" but there is no formula for this, werewolves can look like humans with glowing eyes and fangs and they can look like actual wolves, and they can look like large monstrous beasts, the full moon can kinda do whatever we need it to, calling a werewolves christian name will cure them but not of werewolfisim just of evil mind control transformations, etc.
EXCEPT for silver bullets. Thats a mistranslation, the silver family kills werewolves. However silver does inexplicably kill oni
sometimes i wish like peak twitter / tumblr would come back like i would LOVEEE to have an actual blog of my self on here but im just too scared lmaooo
that or just constantly yapping on twitter BRING IT BACKKK!!
Boys are like the worst addiction one could have, they’re so mean in today’s generation, they truly want one thing. Meanwhile, all I want is for a man to want me for something else besides my tits, I want connection.
It’s like an addiction that slowly kills your self respect and mental health, ughhh.
I had to get that out cause holy shit men have been wrecking my life lately 😭
You guys- I know I’ve been super inactive lately I’m sooo sorry!! But I was just checking stuff out and realized that I’ve officially hit 100 followers!! I know that doesn’t seem like many, but that’s so crazy to me considering, looking back at when I hit it, I’d only been posting for like 2ish weeks. That just sounds so crazy to me. I think you guys are the sweetest, and I appreciate you so much. I’ll be back soon, I’ve just gotta get some of my personal things sorted out first!
summary: you have a hard time falling asleep so clark becomes your night pill.
pairing: clark kent x reader
cw: explicit content, piv, unprotected sex, sleepy fucking, touching tits, no prep because we want dick asap!, somnophilia (possible dub-con at the end), roommates with benefits, slight size kink, pet names like sweetheart/honey, hidden breeding kink?, probably unrealistic but idc 😆, not beta read
note: and they were roommates!
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nighty night tea, white noise machines, breathing exercises -- nothing works. you've tried it all and you're still laying on your bed in the middle of the night, wide-awake.
the only thing that seems to work is getting yourself so exhausted that your body eventually puts itself to sleep. and the easiest way to get to that point?
fucking.
your solution lives in the room down the hall. he wears dorky glasses, refuses to cuss, and somehow hides his immaculate body underneath ill-fitting suits.
one drunken night promoted your farm-boy roommate to become your resident sleeping pill. and he's a sweetheart about it. of course, he is.
all you have to do is go to his room in the middle of the night and open the door. as a light sleeper, he immediately wakes up, blinking his groggy blue eyes open, looking awfully like a certain superhero -- that is, if superman could get bedhead.
one simple, "i can't sleep," and he'll lift the blankets to let you into the bed. you crawl in next to him, enjoying the natural heat of his body as he pulls you close. "sorry for waking you up..." you whisper, looking up at him.
"it's fine," his voice is deep and rough from sleep, "wasn't even sleeping that hard." that's a lie. you heard him snoring a bit before you came in.
"okay." you softly place a hand over his cheek, "can you help me sleep?" his hands tighten against your waist at the proposition.
"of course," clark murmurs quietly, already leaning in until his nose touches yours. you mirror the action, pressing your lips to his, melting against his soft lips. he takes his time, languidly moving his lips over yours and tasting your sweetness with a swipe of his tongue.
eventually, clark moves to pin you against his bed, kisses now traveling down from your lips to your neck. one hand supports him above you while the other explores your body. you let out a soft moan as he squeezes the fullness of your tits, his thumb dragging over your covered nipples until they're poking against your shirt.
"you're always so sensitive here." he whispers, pinching the hardened bud until your back arches in pleasure. "so needy..." he presses his hips against yours, forcing you to feel the bulge that's tenting the front of his pajama bottoms.
"fuck me to sleep, clark" you whine, attempting to grind yourself against his hardness.
"i'll take care of you," he reassures, placing a final kiss against your shoulder before flipping you over. your cheek presses against a pillow as he lifts your hips up so your ass is propped up to just the right angle. your sleep shorts are pulled off, revealing your bare lower body to the dark bedroom.
a warm hand drifts against your lower back, over the curve of your ass, and the top of your thighs. you feel him slowly spread your legs apart, just enough for him to see your slick opening glisten for him under the moonlight that streams into his room.
"just put it in."
"but we haven't pre--"
"please."
the bed rocks as he moves behind you. the sound of his pants being pushed down, followed by a familiar grunt as he takes himself in his hand, makes you press your thighs together in anticipation.
"tell me if it hurts..." he's already breathless as he pulls your hips up again and shoves a nearby pillow under you. you feel the warmth of his cock press against your slit, rubbing it against your wet entrance until it's lubricated enough to slip into you. he groans when he feels you flutter around him as he enters you slowly. "g-geez...ease up a bit."
"sorry, you're just...big." you wheeze, gripping the sheets under you as you try to get used to his size.
"i'm sorry, sweetheart." even with the apology, he continues to push in, cock throbbing as your cunt sucks him in. you're so warm, tight, and perfect around him, it takes everything for him to hold back from moving.
you're pretty sure you're drooling against the pillow when he finally bottoms out, filling you to the brim. your eyes struggle to stay open from the sheer amount of ecstasy that pulses through your body.
"you okay?" he asks sweetly, "can i...can i move?" the timid way he asks the question juxtaposes how his body is completely ruining you for anyone else.
"move," it comes out as a weak plea, "please, move."
he starts off slow and gentle, only pulling out halfway before pushing back in. each drag of his cock against your soft walls has your eyes rolling back. his size makes it so he's constantly pressing against your g-spot, stimulating places that you didn't even know you had.
"you're so soft 'nd pretty..." he rambles, a large hand pressing against the dip of your lower back to help him push in even further. "gonna give you what you need, honey." you choke out a whimper as he speeds up his thrusts. you can hear the wet sounds of him fucking into you, sloppy and obscene, probably making a mess of your thighs and the bed sheets.
you can't even prepare yourself for how quickly your climax hits you. the mixture of his soft grunts, the insistent grinding of his cock right against your front wall, and the way his hands pinned your body against the bed pushes you off the edge. suddenly, your body is shaking with hot pleasure, tightening around him as your eyes flutter closed.
"a-are you--" clarks hips stutter at the feeling, "oh, gee whiz, you're gonna make me--" his thrusts get sloppier until he reaches his end and finishes inside of you. it takes a second for him to recover from his orgasm, but once he does, he rolls off of you, breaths still heavy as he fondly looks over at your fucked-out body.
just like that, you're out like a light, sleeping soundly with a small satisfied smile on your face. he doesn't know how you do it. one minute you're moaning his name, the next you're in a deep sleep.
clark pulls the pillow out from under your hips and throws it off the bed so he can pull you against his body again and snuggle you close. you fit so perfectly in his arms, resting so peacefully -- and it's all thanks to him.
clark positions your hips so he can slip into you once again and feel the mess that he pumped into you. he can hear the slight hitching of your breath as he plugs up your messy cunt. knowing that he can make you feel good even when asleep makes him throb within your walls.
"sweet dreams." he whispers, nuzzling his face against the back of your neck. it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, still warm and hard inside of you.
Guys, I think I’m gonna start picking up my “The Mystery that is Clark Kent” series up again soon. I’ve been like crazy busy, I’m actually out of state rn, but miss it!!
warnings: smut, fingering, squirting, paul coercing reader to chill tf out via orgasm
word count: 1.52k
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"i just don't know why he did that," you sobbed in paul's shirt, your arms wrapped around his torso while you buried your face in the crook of his arm.
you missed the way paul rolled his eyes but he continued gently running his hand up and down your back, his fingers dipped under the thin fabric of your t-shirt to gently stroke your skin, "i told you to wait for me to come deal with it," he murmured as he pressed his lips to your hair.
the oil in your car had been needing to be changed for almost a month now and, despite paul telling you he'd take care of it himself, you found yourself bringing your car to the random jiffylube in forks where they promptly ripped you off. of course you hadn't bothered to look up what an oil change should've cost before you went but, as soon as you got home and showed it off to paul, he looked like he was going to blow a gasket.
he didn't yell at you, he never did, but he did spend the next 30 minutes grilling you on what exactly went down, which resulted in your current situation, in a heap of rather dramatic sobs while he comforted you over something that could've been completely avoided if you'd have just listened to him that morning.
"i'm sorry," you sniffled, and, for just a second, paul thought you were about to stop your crying before you let out another sob, tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks again.
"not sure why you're apologizin' to me," he grumbled, hooking his hands underneath your armpits to resituate you to sit between his legs, "take a breather princess, gettin' yourself all worked up over nothin'," he added, sliding his hands down to your jeans, working at undoing the button there and then the zipper.
"i jus' feel so stupid," you sobbed, not concerned with what he was doing in the slightest as he tapped your hip, prompting you to lift your hips for him just enough so he could shimmy your jeans down your legs, helping you kick them off before he was tugging you back against his chest.
"not stupid," paul reassured, hooking his fingers around your panties, "jus' need to know when to listen to me," he pressed his lips to your hair before helping you kick those down and to the side to join your jeans.
"i know i jus-" you couldn't finish your sentence, whining as you felt paul's calloused fingers slide between your folds, parting them to allow the cool air to hit you, "paul-" you whimpered, squirming back into him but he just slid one arm up to wrap around your chest, holding you in place against him.
"take a deep breath, yea? gonna give yourself a stroke cryin' like this over an oil change," he griped, not waiting for your response before he was reaching his thumb up to press down on your clit, rubbing some slow tight circles there.
the pleasure came in stark contrast to the shit way you'd been feeling for the past half an hour and it almost made you feel guilty, like you shouldn't be allowed to feel good after doing something so stupid. so you rolled your hips back into paul's in a weak attempt to get away from his hand but he wasn't having it, following your hips with his hand and sandwiching you even tighter between his fingers and his groin.
"wanna make me repeat myself, princess?" paul asked bluntly, not stopping his minstrations against your clit, slowly dipping his pointer finger into your cunt.
you gasped and sniffled, shaking your head, "you should be mad at me. it was so stupid and i was so stupid and-" you cut yourself off with another loud sob as more tears came rolling down your cheeks, your pussy also now drenched but for an entirely different reason as paul curled his finger inside you.
"the only thing that i'm mad about is that you won't quit crying. 's a fuckin' oil change princess, not like you killed someone," despite the way he was working you over with his fingers, his tone was progressively getting more exasperated and annoyed which had you sobbing again.
paul added a second finger to your heat, easily parting your gummy walls to stretch you out. he had your body down to a science by now and he knew exactly how to make you cum whether or not you wanted to.
"but you shouldn't want to be dating someone who's that stupid. you should want to be with a smart girl who knows how much an oil change costs," you blubbered, your tears staining both of your shirts as your legs subconsciously curled up, the pleasure mounting deep in your belly.
"already told you you're not stupid," paul muttered, stretching and curling his fingers inside you until he heard you let out a gasp when he found that nice, spongy spot in your channel, "there you go princess," he murmured, rolling his eyes again when you went back to your dramatics
"don't wanna cum right now," you sniffled, turning your head to the side to rub your tears off on his t-shirt.
"well you're gonna cum on my fingers in a minute," he tutted, already feeling the way you were beginning to throb around him as he repeatedly stroked that sweet spot in you, combining the action with some tight, slow circles against your clit - the rhythm one he'd used many times when he needed you to cum undone on him fast.
you shook your head, hands reaching up to wrap around his forearm, "you should make a smart girl cum. you don't wanna make me cum," you lamely rebuttled, and paul sighed but continued what he was doing when he felt you tightening on his fingers.
"got about 30 seconds princess," he noted, "you gonna give it to me or do you want me to make you?" he was feeling generous enough to at least give you some semblance of choice even if it was just an illusion. you were going to cum and that was final. whether or not you wanted to agree to it was up to you.
"i told you i-" you voice caught in a high-pitched whine when he pinched your clit, hiccuping as more tears raced down your cheeks, "i don't wanna cum-" you whimpered, curling in on yourself and, in turn, into paul who just hummed.
"don't think that's what your pussy is thinkin' right now, princess," he observed, diving his fingers into your cunt just a bit deeper for a squelching effect to prove his point.
you hiccuped again, the tightening in your belly becoming undeniable as you fought your orgasm, "no paul i can't-" you bawled, fingers tightening on his forearm as the thrusts with his fingers became more precise, bullying your g-spot until you were teetering right on the edge of an orgasm.
"give it to me princess," paul ordered, squeezing you tighter against him when you shook your head, screwing your eyes shut as you blubbered out a now incoherent response to him.
"alright 3, 2," he counted down, piledriving his fingers into your pussy, his thumb working overtime to rub your clit. the pressure in your belly was unbearable, tightening and building until you heard him, "1"
you came with a loud sob, paul holding you tightly against him as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. finally, your brain stopped thinking about that fucking oil change, only able to process how much pleasure was coursing through your veins as your orgasm washed through you.
paul murmured quiet praises into your hair, his fingers slowing their movements but not stopping as he worked you through your orgasm, wanting to make sure he drew it out as long as possible to avoid you immediately slipping back into your distressed state, "such a good girl," paul mused, peppering your hair with kisses as your head lolled to the side, resting against his chest.
he slowly loosened his hold on you, still giving you the support he knew you definitely needed but didn't want to suffocate you, "feelin' better?" he murmured, as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, the wet pop that followed enough proof to both of you that you'd definitely felt much better.
you hummed and nodded, slowly releasing your hold on his forearms to reach up and brush away the remaining tears on your cheeks.
"did such a good job for me - squirted on my fingers and everything," paul cooed and you froze, sitting up just enough to look at your comforter sheets between your legs, the once cream fabric now drenched in your release.
"oh my god," you wailed, the waterworks were back again in full force and paul just about slammed his head into the wall.
"women," paul grumbled to himself as he manhandled you out from between his legs, getting himself settled above you so he could try using his cock to calm you down this time.
synopsis: size kink, brat-taming, and belly bulge with embry
warnings: lil bit of mean-dom embry, smut, p in v sex, creampie, pussy slapping
word count: 2.05k
"em-" you whimpered your imprinter's name as he helped you get situated in his lap, a whine escaping your lips when you felt your thighs burning at how far they had stretched to straddle embry's hips.
"you're takin' it like a champ, pretty thing," embry cooed, not seeming remotely bothered by your whimpering as he let out a breathy laugh when you anxiously ran one hand down your belly, dipping one finger between your little folds to rub at your clit and try to distract yourself from your worries.
embry rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist to halt your movements, waiting until you lifted your gaze to meet his before he spoke. when you did finally meet his gaze, he looked rather disappointed in you and you knew it was because you were working yourself up over taking all of his cock.
although you two had sex plenty of times now, he'd never been able to get himself entirely inside of you. from your conversations about it, he'd discovered that you got ahold of a tiktok video where some girl was talking about a bruised cervix, and it apparently got way too deep into your head and now he was suffering the consequences for it.
despite him having the patience of a saint most days, it was quickly waning. if he were worried that taking him to the root would hurt you, he wouldn't have been pushing for it. would it be a big stretch? sure. was there any reason for you to work yourself into a tizzy over it? no.
"breathe," he reminded you, his brown eyes softening a bit when you froze for a moment before slowly taking in a deep breath with him, "you have your safe word, yea?" he asked, gently releasing your wrist so he could slide his hands over your thighs and slowly rub up and down the muscles there.
despite how big you'd always believed your thighs were, his hands managed to dwarf them as he soothed you. you slowly nodded, resting your hands on his abdomen, not-so-conspicuously avoiding his erection.
"that's my girl," he mused, "now let me make you feel good, yea?" he asked, a small smile on his lips as he watched your shoulders drop as you gave him another small nod.
embry had fingered you and eaten you out in the hour prior so he was more than confident you couldn't have been more prepped to take him. he slid one hand up to your hip, tightening enough to lift you up just enough for his other hand to grab his cock, pumping himself a few times.
you watched as more precum spilled out of his tip, his abdomen already covered in a sheen layer of a combination of his fluids and yours. before you could focus too much on it, he was notching the tip against your little entrance, his hand tugging down on your hip just enough to slot the tip of him inside you.
at the instant stretch, you anxiously looked down at where you where connecting and slid your hand between your folds again to go back to rubbing your clit, "you're fine, pretty thing," embry chuckled, watching your futile attempts to dull the stretch you both knew was coming.
you seemed pretty lost in your own world as you played with yourself, so embry tugged you down a bit more. almost immediately, you whimpered when you felt the way his cock was pushing your swollen walls apart, and embry let out a breathy moan, your walls fluttering around his cock like mad from the combination of your incessant need to fiddle with your clit and your body's attempts to make room for him.
"openin' up just fine for me down there, aren't you?" embry teased, flashing you a smile when you lifted your gaze from your pussy to glower at him.
in an effort to prove his point, he bucked his hips up just enough to push himself a tiny bit further in you. as expected, your pillowy walls split for his cock, though, the dramatic yelp that you let out had him all sorts of annoyed.
having been dating for as long as the two of you had, he was well aware with how much of a diva you could be at times and, normally, he was more than happy to indulge in your games. this time, however, he was not in the mood to deal with it.
before you even had a chance to register what he was doing, he had pulled his cock out of you and rolled the two of you over so you were now underneath him and, notably, completely at his mercy. "for fuck's sake," he muttered to himself, ignoring the way your pupils dilated as you took in just how big he looked when he was hovering above you.
his biceps bulged and flexed when he reached down to line his cock back up with your entrance again. before he pushed in, he dipped his thumb inside of you just to make sure he wasn't crazy but, when he pulled out and a string of your slick dragged out with him, he was more than confident you were just being a brat about the whole thing.
so, with that newfound realization, he notched his cock back at the entrance of your pussy, not having the same patience he'd had earlier as he slid inside of you, choosing to move at a slow and steady pace instead of the start and stop he'd been doing earlier.
as soon as you registered what he was doing, you snapped out of your little trance and anxiously reached your hands down to halt his hips. he must've seen it coming from a mile away because he had your hands pinned above your head before you'd even had a chance to touch him, and his other hand quickly reached down to deal with you himself.
a sharp pain shot straight to your core and you quickly realized he'd definitely just slapped your clit, "embry!" you snapped and, almost immediately, he did it again, rolling his eyes when you yelped again.
you opened your mouth to protest again but he beat you to it, "you wanna keep complaining or are you gonna take my cock like a good girl?" he asked, his free hand hovering dangerously close to your clit again and you quickly shook your head, not particularly interested in feeling that again.
"'s what i thought," embry murmured, a small smile on his lips when he released your hands, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him close to you so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck.
he let out a breathy laugh, sliding his free hand under your back to hug you close to him, "be a good girl and make some room for me, yea?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your hair when you nodded and sucked in almost a comically large breath. yea, he knew how to put you in your place.
"good girl," he murmured, pressing his hips into yours, not stopping until he felt his balls brush your ass. and fuck, he was right, you felt like heaven wrapped around the entire length of his cock.
despite how badly he just wanted to fuck you senseless, he continued murmuring quiet praises to you. when he felt you reaching your hand down in between the two of you again, presumably to touch yourself, he pressed a kiss to your hair, sliding one hand down your arm to gently catch your wrist, "let me do it," he soothed, lifting his head to look down at you, giving you a soft smile when you quickly nodded.
"don't know why you insist on touching yourself so much when you've got me right here," he mused, releasing your wrist so he could slide his hand down your side, his breath catching when he saw the clear bulge at the bottom of your belly coming from his cock.
he slid his hand over it, quickly dwarfing your belly and pressed down just enough to have both of you moaning. if it were even possible, he felt like he was even deeper in you, the heaviness of his cock becoming even more all-consuming as you whined underneath him.
"you feel that?" embry asked breathlessly, eyebrows pinching together as he pulled his hips back just a tiny bit, quickly sliding back in with his hand still pressed down on your belly.
you whimpered and nodded, "feels full," you whispered and he smiled, looking up at you.
"feels good to have your imprinter's cock so deep in you, doesn't it?" he asked, already knowing just how strongly you felt about the bond you two shared. you quickly nodded, "i already told you, pretty thing, we're made for each other," he mused, pulling his hips back a bit further this time, watching the way your face relaxed in ecstasy as he thrusted back in.
a breathy whine escaped your lips as you nodded, "made for each other," you whispered back, smiling when he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead.
"i love you," you whispered, peeking up at him and he just let out a breathy laugh.
"i love you too, pretty thing," he reassured, "more than you know," he added, "now let me make you feel good, yea?"
you nodded, sliding one hand up the broad expanse of his back, threading your fingers through his hair to tug him down to kiss you while he got to work between your thighs.
it didn't take him long to settle into a rhythm that had both of you seeing stars, easily stretching down his thumb to rub your clit like you wanted while keeping the pressure on his cock inside you.
his thrusts were smooth and targeted, your legs subconsciously opening up wider as he rocked you, the extra room allowing him to hit an even deeper spot that had you gasping, tightening your fingers in his hair as he let out a breathy chuckle.
"told you it'd feel good," embry teased, his thrusts not faltering or losing rhythm as he continued to roll his hips into yours, "you feel like heaven," he murmured, lowering his head to suckle some little hickies into your collarbone.
you ran your other hand over his back and biceps, feeling just how much bigger he was than you, your pussy showing her appreciation by throbbing around his cock.
embry muffled his groan into your neck, applying more pressure against your clit as he felt his balls tightening, threatening to spill his release into you before either of you were ready.
"such a good girl," embry groaned into the crook of your neck, hugging you closer to him as his thrusts got sharper, more precise as he continued railing himself into that spongey spot deep inside you, "let me feel you cum on me pretty thing," he encouraged, continuing his rhythm as he led you to the edge.
your belly tightened with your impending release and you muffled your whines against his shoulder, "come on pretty thing," embry cooed, voice tight as he tried to stave off his own orgasm, a battle that he was quickly losing, "let me feel your little pussy cum on me, promise you'll feel so good. jus' let go for me," he goaded, your body tensing up as you hit your release. your arms tightened around him, hugging him closely to you as you bit down on his shoulder.
the feeling of you biting down on him sent embry over the edge to his own orgasm, his body easily draping over yours as his final few thrusts snapped roughly against your swollen cunt. the familiar warmth of his release sprayed deep inside you, his hand on your belly heightening all the overwhelming sensations tenfold.
his thrusts slowed as he came back down to earth, exhaling heavily as he lifted his head from the crook of your neck, "did you seriously bite me?" he asked, letting out a breathy laugh when you nodded, a pink blush quickly creeping up on your post-orgasmic cheeks.
"little shit," he teased, dropping his body down on you in 'punishment' and you let out a stream of giggles that had him laughing too. you two really were made for each other.
