unexpected audience — ft. kyryll chudomirovich flins
synopsis: flins is good at fucking you—you know that, and he knows that, too. it doesn’t hurt if maybe the ghosts are also made aware
before you read. ❤︎ 2k word count ; female reader ; established relationship ; smut — mdni ; exhibitionism ; mating press ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; praise ; i have no dignity left from writing this so i could not bear to proof read lol </3
commentary. ❤︎ i have no comments i would just like to say everyone should block @luffysprincess and @neiptune while you have the chance there is pure evil in their dna’s
Your favorite thing about Flins is how good he is at talking. Ironically, your least favorite thing is also how good he is at talking.
You don’t like how convincing he can be. (But then again, it’s rather enjoyable when he’s…well, convincing. You don’t ever have a bad time.)
“How lucky I am,” he murmurs, his nose brushing against the column of your throat. He inhales. It’s a sweet scent—the smell of your sweat and your lingering perfume. He likes when he gets to breathe it in right here as his hands dig into your thighs and press your knees closer to your chest. “Aren’t you just a marvelous sight? Breathtaking as always, my light.”
“H-how would you know,” you stutter, “it’s dark—would it kill you to have some more light in here?”
He chuckles.
“Is it? But I can see you just fine,” he murmurs. He rolls his hips once more—the thick, warm girth of his cock dragging along your walls once more and building the pressure in your core with just a little more friction. You whine, and he grins with a little too much satisfaction. “Your face is glowing, did you know? And there’s that divine little way you scrunch your nose—I can see it all clearly. Oh, and we mustn’t forget the way your lips part when you say my name. Wouldn’t you be so kind as to say it once more? For me?”
You’d call him evil if you had the clarity. Instead, you cry, “F-flins,” with a sharp gasp as the tip of his cock slams against a particularly sweet spot at the back of your walls.
He knows that spot a little too well. It’s a little too familiar, and he never fails to remind you that he knows exactly where you need him to fall apart.
“Ah, there it is,” he says happily, “a precious sound, indeed. I envy anyone who gets to hear your voice utter their name—would it be selfish if I asked you to only say mine?” His tone enough makes you feel praised—something you crave a little too much when it comes to him. You like when he’s happy with you. He gives you plenty of honeyed, sugared words when he is. Words that make you so quick to become pliant and weak under his touch.
Spread your legs a little wider for me, darling—you know how beautiful you are when you do. Somehow, you always do when he asks. Ah-ah, don’t hide your face—let me see how you look when you come undone, won’t you? I craved seeing you all day. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face when he asks so politely. Give me one more, my light—you can, can’t you? You always do. And just like that, you’re caving and bending for his whims once more.
It’s easy for Flins to fuck you. He’s good at it when he does, and you can’t ever say no when he wants to. (Because you always want it, too, your heart tells you. No, he’s just very, very good at being convincing, your mind argues). But it’s easy. You make it easy for him to bed you, and he makes it easy for it to be worth it.
His fingers brush along your lower belly. The skin is smooth as silk and he traces it like he worships the feeling of you under his touch. Slow. Careful. Deliberate. Every second his fingertips trace along your body, you feel a dizzying heat of his touch mapping your body out.
And then it finds its way between your legs, right above where he has you split open on his thick length. His thumb latches onto your clit, rubbing precise circles that make your back arch upward—his other hand his quick to plant itself at the small of your back, cradling your body as you mewl.
“You seem to rather enjoy that, don’t you, my darling?” He coos, “Shall I keep it up? Touching you here?”
Another quick circle onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s perfectly timed with a sharp roll of his hips, his tip bullying past your folds. It’s messy—there’s a pool of your slick at the base of his cock, and it’s smeared along your inner thighs. He made a good point of bringing it to your attention, too—my, what a pleasant mess I am greeted with, my dear. Surely I haven’t earned such an eager response from your body with so little? We’ve hardly begun.
Smug. He’s so, irritatingly smug with words dipped in gold. They’re soft and precious and rich the more pure they are, and they lure you in with greed. And you fall for it every time.
Every damn time.
“Close,” you pant, voice a breathless whisper, “s-so close, Flins—th-think…think m’bout to cum—”
He groans at that. He’s good at charming you, but he’s not immune to that effortless charm of your own. You don’t even know it, he thinks—you don’t even know that you have him wrapped around those pretty little fingers without even trying.
His cock does a twitch. He’s close too—you know because there’s a small change in his pace. A touch sloppier. A little less rhythmic with the way he drills into you. A little more desperate as he chases the friction of dragging every ridge and every vein along your slick heat.
You hum a little, grinning to yourself as you pull him down and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips into a wet, messy kiss. Your walls clench around him, and he groans into your mouth, making a soft, low sound that you drink up greedily.
“Does that feel good?” You whisper.
“Must I elaborate such obvious things?” He asks roughly.
“Won’t you indulge me with your usual sweetness?” You plead.
He’s weak—for you, he is. So he groans once more, heavy and labored breaths fanning across your lips as he feels the tight, warm squeeze of your walls around his cock. It’s good—so good, in fact, that he’s almost at a loss for words. (A miracle in and of itself, he thinks. Flins is hardly at a loss for words—he’s quite good at articulating what he wants to say, in fact).
“Well, if I must—yes. You do feel good,” he pants, voice breaking just a fraction as your walls flutter around the throbbing cock that bullies into you. “You…you are a wonder—so soft and sweet and exquisite. I fear one day I may wake up and find you gone. A figment of my imagination. You’d never let that happen, would you my dear?”
“N-no,” you whine, breath getting heavier as the familiar build up creeps up on you. “Never…n-never leaving.”
“An undeniable relief,” he chuckles breathlessly. “I was almost worried—”
He cuts off his own words the second he senses it. Flins can sense things a little quicker than you.
There’s a creak in the door. There’s a weird howl in the wind. There are the faintest, quietest echoes of what sounds like footsteps.
You think you’re imagining it. He knows a little better than that.
It’s not like you can pay it much mind—you’re in a bit of a predicament yourself to pay too much attention to your surroundings. One particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and you forget what you were thinking in the first place.
He tends to do that to you.
“What utterly unremarkable timing,” he almost grumbles. “I always thought my neighbors to be a little more…considerate.”
Flins lives alone on this small little island that he calls home. He keeps to himself. There are no signs of life apart from him and you and the frostlamp flowers that grow along the cemetery. There are no neighbors…unless he means the ghosts.
And then you notice it—the pair of eyes in the corner. The other right beside the first. The pair in the distance to your left and the one that’s a little closer to your right. They watch you carefully, watch the way your knees are folded to press you in half and the way his cock disappears and reappears every time he practically pulls out just to slide back into you all the way. You’re sure they take note of the way his hand—free of gloves for now, has a persistent thumb attached to your clit with those harsh circles that make you dizzy.
It feels shameful, having the dead watch you this way. It feels almost like they are mocking the way you are so alive—watching the way your heart is erratic and your body is worked up to such a heightened state.
“W-wait,” you gasp, “there’s p-people—”
“Yes, it would appear we have an audience,” he clicks his teeth, “how impolite. I don’t appreciate sharing—selfish as it may seem.”
“We should stop—they’ll s-see—”
“Then show them, my darling,” he leans down and presses a soft, delicate scatter of kisses along your jaw. “Perhaps they only wish to watch, don’t they?” His voice is almost a purr now, wicked and low. Still dangerously sweet. His hips snap into you harder, forcing you to take every inch. “Show them how beautiful you are when you come apart.”
Your protest dies in your throat when his thumb grinds cruelly once more over your clit, dragging tight circles that make your thighs shake. You can feel every stare searing through you, their hollow eyes fixed on where you’re split wide open around him. Shame burns in your chest—but it only makes the heat in your belly throb sharper, dirtier.
“Flins—ah, f-fuck—” you choke on your own words when he pulls almost all the way out—but you don’t mourn the loss of him filling you when he slams back to the hilt, the sound wet and obscene in his quiet home in the graveyard. His hand presses at your lower belly, holding you in place, making you feel how he fills you up inside. “They’re—they’re going to see me—”
“Let them,” he sings against your ear, biting at your lobe. “Let them envy what it means to have a pulse. Let them watch you bleed with pleasure.” His thumb flicks faster—it’s almost merciless, and you’re keening now, arching shamelessly so every phantom eye can see how your body reacts and begs for more.
You’re dizzy, your thighs are quivering, and your chest is heaving as you writhe under his touch. He pistons into you like he means to fuck you straight through the earth, the rich soil that houses his troublesome neighbors that don’t know to mind their business. He’s good at dragging the sounds out of your throat no matter how you try to swallow them—no matter how much dignity you try to preserve. His pace is too brutal, too expert at making you lose composure to keep it together in front of your….unexpected audience.
Finally, with a sharp cry, you’re breaking apart around him. You can feel your walls spasming around him with your release, wet and gushing over his cock. He hisses when you clamp down around him, thrusting deeper and rutting until he shudders inside you, spilling hot and thick ropes of cum while his teeth sink into your neck.
“P-perhaps one of these days you’ll kill me, too,” his voice cracks, “and I’ll join our intruders in the land of the dead with how you make my heart stop.”
“Flins,” you sob—it’s all you can manage to utter. All you can bring your incoherent mind to piece together as your nails press angrily into his shoulders and make bright red indents bloom into his skin. “F-feels…feels so good.”
“I’m sure they are aware,” he chuckles, “it’s written all over your face, my dear.”
He sounds a little satisfied with that. With the fact that there is a population of people—dead, of course, but a population all the same—that knows how good he is at fucking you. At making you fall apart around his cock and scream his name and weaken in his arms.
When you come down from your sigh, both trembling in the aftermath, he doesn’t let you hide. You try to pull hims down and bury your face into his neck, but he resists—instead, he drags your chin up so you’re looking directly at him, face fully on display. He’s still deep inside of you—and you’re still full of him, still stretched and dripping with his release.
“I believe they had a proper view, wouldn’t you say?” His voice hoarse but laced with triumph. “Even the dead cannot argue that I know your body better than anyone.”
i completely understand & agree with the backlash against students using chatgpt to get degrees but some of you are out here saying "getting a degree in xyz means pulling multiple consecutive all-nighters and writing essays through debilitating migraines and having severe back pain from constantly studying at your desk and chugging energy drinks until you get a kidney stone and waking up wishing you were dead every day, and that's just part of the natural process of learning!!!" and like. umm. i don't think that any of us should have had to endure that either. like maybe the solution for stopping students from using anti-learning software depends on college institutions making the process of learning actually sustainable on the human body & mind rather than a grueling health-destroying soul-crushing endeavor
i know this won't hit, but i am gonna write it anyways. it's been running through my head rent free. period horny is still killing me.
it happened completely by accident this morning.
lohen has this habit of playfully swatting at your ass when you walk by him. the fifth company in fact is quite used to this happening in front of them. only this time, things turned out differently.
you felt lohen's hand connect with your ass. it happened without you realizing it. you looked over your shoulder, right at lohen, and said, "yes, daddy?" your eyes slowly widen realizing what you just said. he was never supposed to actually hear you call him daddy. that secret was supposed to stay locked up tight, never to be let out.
you hide your face in your hands, and run away. but not before you saw the literal shit eating grin form on lohen's face. nobody has ever seen you run so fast, in fact.
a switch lohen himself didn't even know he had just flipped on. he couldn't ignore the feeling that went straight to his cock hearing you call him daddy.
lohen put you on your back, wanting to watch your face. the floppy bunny ears he somehow got you to wear are an added bonus. his hard cock pumps between our drooling folds, rubbing against your throbbing clit. "don't worry, daddy is going to breed his bunny properly," he pats your floppy bunny ears reassuringly.
"l-lohen," you squeak around a moan, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment. his cock head pokes against your drooling hole, and your hips can't help but twitch up to grind on him.
"ah, ah, bunny," lohen chides you, smirking down at you, "don't be shy," he thrusts hips forward, slowly pushing his cock inside, "call me what you called me earlier," a lewd moan tears from your throat as he bottoms out.
"d-daddy," you whimper, seeing stars as his cock settles into your spongey spot, breathless from the sudden stretching of your cunt.
"mph-so tight," lohen laughs shakily, following up with another thrust, "again," he pulls out half way, only to stuff himself back inside as your pussy drools on his cock, "say it again, bunny."
you gasp in pleasure as your body jolts off the bed. "daddy, oh fuck-daddy!" you cry out, rocking your hips into his, feeling every pulse of his cock between your snug walls as he bottoms out again.
lohen lets out a shaky moan. "you don't know what that does to me, bunny," he angles his hips, fucking deeper into you. he trembles above you as your walls clutch his dick like a glove.
"heh, you enjoy being stretched on daddy's cock, don't you bunny?" he reaches out to pet your floppy ears, watching them shake on the pillow with the momentum of his thrusts.
"d-daddy," you whimper, drool pooling cutely from the corner of your mouth, your eyes filling with a haze of cock drunk bliss. your thighs tremble as you spread your legs wider for him.
keeping a hand steady on your hip, lohen leans down, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. his tongue eagerly parts your lips, greedily curling around yours. he swallows your moans until his lungs demand air.
he pulls away, nipping at your lips. "you wanna ride daddy's cock, bunny?" your back arches off his bed, seeing stars as his cock head assaults your sweet spot. you look away shyly in a fit of embarrassment as lewd moans rip from your throat.
lohen was never supposed to know you fantasized about this.
"v-vice captain," you moan, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, not able to bring yourself to look at him. it's almost embarrassing how loud his cock is squelching in your cunt.
his hand finds your jaw. "no, no, bunny. not vice captain," he turns your head, forcing you to look at him, "look at me, and say what~," his voice wobbles with delight at your embarrassment.
"mhm, mhm, i want to ride your cock, daddy," a lewd moan tears from your throat before you lean up, and kiss him again.
your words make his cock ache like nothing else. every time the word daddy leaves his pretty bunny's lips, he nearly cums on the spot.
"daddy's cock is yours to bounce on, bunny," lohen slowly pulls out of your creamy cunt, and you whine at the empty feeling. you practically scramble to straddle him, your fluttering pussy begging to be stuffed by his cock again.
your back arches as you lower yourself down onto his cock. "you feel so good inside me, daddy," you moan, taking his cock out inside you all at once. he holds back a whimper as you bottom out, the snug feeling of your cunt feels too good.
taking him as deep inside you as he could go, you waste no time in bouncing on his cock. "oh fuck, you fill me so good, daddy," you babble, your thighs smacking against his. "so good. i-i can't get enough, daddy!"
"look at my bunny, babbling dumb on daddy's cock," lohen cackles teasingly, "how cute," lying back, he presses circles on your puffy clit, watching your floppy bunny ears bounce in time with your thrusts.
your body twitches as your clit throbs. your bounces turn more eager, and you chase the pleasure snapping tight in your core. you can't help but bring your shaky fingers up to pinch your nipples, giving lohen quite the show while you bounce yourself stupid. "gonna cum..gonna cum, daddy!"
lohen smacks his hand on your ass in mid bounce. "make a big mess on daddy's cock, bunny. this must've been a fantasy of yours, huh?" he teases, his eyes going down to admire the milky white ring forming around his cock. "i thought i heard you trying not to moan sometimes at night."
you squeak in embarrassment. you have spent many long nights fingering your cunt next to him while he slept, holding back your moans of daddy.
"s-stop, daddy, it's embarrassing," you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands, your bunny ears flopping against your head as you bounce.
lohen applies more pressure to his thumb circling your clit. "daddy, daddy," he mocks your moans, thrust up into you with each mocking moan, "you sound so cute cock drunk."
your body shakes as the knot of your orgasm unravels. "daddy! oh, daddy, i'm cumming," you whimper as your pussy gushes on his cock, "i'm cumming." your head spins from the pleasure jolting through your body, your thighs aching from the effort.
lohen breathes out a moan. "fucking hell, that's it, bunny," he hisses softly though his teeth, his cock aching in your cunt, "just a little more..a little more.." he whimpers as his cock empties inside you, his head falling on his pillows with a long moan, "daddy will fill you full, i promise."
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After years of sleeping rough on the expedition, it is hard for him to get back to the habits of sleeping normally.
Sleeping is a state that leaves people very vulnerable so being able to convince him to sleep with you is an insane feat on its own. It's not that he thinks you're dangerous but the quiet atmosphere of your sleeping chamber bothers him, it's so vastly different from the loud howls of the winds or the distant roars of monsters that he's been trained to endure in his sleep. So for the first few weeks or so, expect to lie in bed next to a stiff, rigid Lohen who probably wouldn't move a muscle... at all.
Eventually, you show him that it's alright to enjoy this kind of serenity, that this is a safe moment when he doesn't have to keep his guard up constantly. And you also show him the art of cuddling. At first he would pretend to be normal about it, but overtime you notice Lohen always having his arm out so as to let you lie on his bicep (numbness? oh that probably feels nice to him anyways)
Lohen has his arm draped across you very loosely but given enough time and your encouragement he may get bolder and start fondling your boobs like they're stressball, or kneading your stomach fat like it's some sort of dough.
Incredibly light sleeper. He'll wake up just from a tiny stir from you or a mindless babble mid-dream. Eventually this habit dies down a little, allowing him to have better rest but it's still there. Sometimes when you get out of bed to fetch a glass of water, you turn back and see him looming at the kitchen's door or lying very still in bed, wide awake with his glowing eyes waiting for you to get back to him. Needless to say, Lohen has your heart rate spiked out of control with this shit.
Another thing he may do is falling asleep after you to... well, watch you sleep. This would be frequent during the first few weeks as he's not used to sleeping with you yet. The action brings some sort of complex joy to him, to see you so unguarded, unsuspecting in your most vulnerable state- Is it because you place so much trust in him? So much so that you wouldn't be wary of him and let him protect you in your slumber? To be relied on and trusted with someone's life means you're strong and capable so of course Lohen likes the thought of that. Eventually, the frequency of this habit drops later on but it never truly goes away. I mean, it's not like you would know anyways lol
Also, I just feel it in my heart that Lohen is a morning guy, even if he's not he still has to wake up early anyways. Why sleep when you can train? And since he loves and cares for your well-being so much, you're gonna go train with him too? What, you want to... sleep in? Well now that's tricky, but if you beg him hard enough maybe you can find some leeway
And and, I just know Lohen runs cold! His body has warmth of course, but when you glide your finger across his skin or let your palm feels his stomach- he seems quite cool to the touch. Which makes him a perfect body pillow for summer nights but when winter comes tho... You're saying that it's too cold to cuddle, he raises an eyebrow at you. You show him the wonders of your skin and the addictive tonic of your touch, and now you want to take them away from him? Guess what, he's cold too, that's why he needs you by his side
Finally! Someone who just gets it. He’s all over that and everyone will know it
You’re absolutely the favourite when he’s around. Extra attention, extra lingering touches and stares. Everyone notices how much he perks up when you speak.
He’s always looking at you silently as though you can read his mind. Picture this, someone, maybe Varka, is giving one of his many speeches but he’s dragging it on to the point everyone just wants to leave. Lohen sighs, glances at you and you meet his contact. Then as though you understand each other without even speaking, you guys just form a way to get out of there somehow.
Compliments become rare but incredibly genuine. Instead of calling them attractive outright, he'd say things like, "You're reliable," or, "You handled that well." To him, those are high praise.
If they compliment him, he won't know what to do with it. He'll give a small "Thank you," then spend the next several hours replaying the conversation.
He'd fall in love gradually rather than all at once. One day he'd realize he's memorized their favorite drink, their routines, and the sound of their footsteps, and that's when it hits him that he's completely down bad for them.
Once he accepts his feelings, he's deeply loyal. He isn't flashy or overly romantic, but he'd consistently show his affection through actions, reliability, and always being someone they can count on.
Aether:
He naturally starts spending more time with them. It never feels forced, and they somehow keep ending up exploring together.
Paimon absolutely catches the shift in Aether’s mood. She’ll tease and make excuses for him to be sitting next to his hopefully future romantic partner.
He offers to help with almost anything, whether it's gathering materials, fighting monsters, or simply walking them home.
During combat, he instinctively keeps an eye on where they are. If they're in danger, he'll reach them without hesitation.
Small moments mean the most to him: sharing a meal, watching lanterns drift into the sky, sitting beside a campfire after a long journey.
He'd encourage their dreams just as much as his own. He wants a partner, not someone who follows behind him.
Once they're together, he's incredibly affectionate in subtle ways. Walking beside them instead of ahead, reaching for their hand naturally, sharing food, and always making sure they're safe and comfortable.
Wanderer:
He becomes more sarcastic around them than usual. Teasing is often his way of hiding genuine interest.
He pays close attention to them without meaning to. He'll remember tiny details they mentioned weeks ago, even if he acts like he wasn't listening.
He'll quietly start appearing wherever they are. He'll claim it's a coincidence every single time. Lowkey stalker but he means well.
He gets annoyed when other people monopolize their attention, though he'd never admit it's jealousy.
He becomes noticeably more patient with them than with anyone else. Others may even point out that he's unusually tolerant around them.
If someone flirts with his crush, he becomes noticeably colder. He won't start a fight, but the other person will definitely feel the temperature drop.
Once he's in a relationship, he's deeply loyal. He doesn't express love with flowery words, but through consistency such as staying by their side, making sure they're safe, remembering everything important to them, and gradually letting them see the softer parts of himself that almost no one else gets to witness.
Kinich:
He notices competence before appearance. If they can keep up with him, solve problems, or stay calm under pressure, they'll immediately catch his attention.
He doesn't flirt intentionally. Most of the time, he's simply genuine, and that sincerity ends up being more charming than any pickup line.
Loves it when they back chat with Ajaw. Lowkey finds it endearing that both them and Ajaw are comfortable enough to start bickering.
He respects their independence. He won't hover or treat them like they need protecting if they've proven they can handle themselves.
He remembers practical details about them, like their favorite food, what equipment they prefer, or what environments they dislike.
If they're hurt, he remains calm on the outside while dealing with the situation, but afterward he'd quietly stay close until he's certain they're recovering.
He shows affection through actions more than words, like sharing meals, repairing their gear, walking them home, or making sure they're safe before thinking about himself.
Kazuha:
It’s the little things like how they speak, how they treat others, and how they react to the world around them that he’ll pay attention for.
Simply enjoys being in their company. Even if you two are just sitting quietly. He cherishes the comfort.
Will start asking them on adventures. He especially loves it when they’re just as adventurous as he is, exploring the world and whatnot.
He often compares them to nature in his mind. A laugh might remind him of a breeze through leaves, or their determination of the sea during a storm.
He writes little poems or haiku inspired by them. At first, he doesn't intend for them to know they're the inspiration.
He respects their space. If they need time alone, he'll give it without taking it personally, trusting they'll come to him when they're ready.
Physical affection develops slowly but naturally. Once he's comfortable, he'll brush their hand while walking, tuck a stray lock of hair behind their ear, or offer his shoulder during long trips.
Durin:
He’d be so incredibly shy and awkward for a bit but he does quickly warm up to them. Perhaps a bit too quick
He'd light up whenever they entered the room. His excitement would be obvious to everyone, including them.
He'd look for any excuse to spend time together, whether that's exploring, talking, or simply sitting nearby.
If they taught him something new, he'd be delighted and remember it for a long time.
He'd give them little gifts he thinks they'd like flowers, interesting rocks, shiny trinkets, or anything that reminded him of them.
He'd mirror some of their habits without realizing it, like picking up their favorite phrases or enjoying the same activities.
He'd ask innocent but heartfelt questions like, "Can I stay with you a little longer?" or "Do you like spending time with me too?"
Albedo:
He becomes quietly intrigued by them and starts observing them. Not intentionally in a creepy way, but with genuine curiosity. He wants to understand what makes them them
He asks thoughtful questions that most people wouldn't think to ask. He isn't making small talk he's trying to understand how they think.
He starts sketching them absentmindedly. At first it's for "practice," but eventually he realizes most of his recent drawings somehow include them.
He'll invite them to Dragonspine, and it’s not because it's convenient, but because he wants to share a place that's important to him.
He's incredibly patient. If they're learning something new, he never makes them feel embarrassed for asking questions. Will definitely help them with alchemy.
Physical affection isn't instinctive for him, but once he's comfortable, it's deliberate. He might brush snow from their hair, gently take their hand to guide them across icy ground, or rest his forehead against theirs during a quiet moment.
He admires authenticity. Someone who's comfortable being themselves, even with flaws, fascinates him more than someone trying to appear perfect.
how about desperate varka? varka who kneels between your legs as they lock around his waist. varka who buries his face into your neck and wraps his arms around you varka who holds you as close as possible so he can fuck you so deep that you feel him in your throat.
varka who whimpers your name—but groans out praises of how good you are for him—and fucks you harder when you pulse around him. he fucks you like an animal, hard and rough and deep and almost too much for you. but he knows how to teeter on the edge of overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation. even in his hazy mind he knows he doesn’t want to hurt you.
but he needs you. so fucking badly. he wouldn’t ever tell you that his cock had been aching to be inside you all day… that’s not very gentlemanly of him.
your panties hang around your ankle and your shirt sticks to your back as he fucks you into the floor. you moan and sob his name and claw at his back to ground yourself, the pleasure sending shocks through your body. his cock is so thick that it spreads you wide every time his hips push against yours. his meaty thighs are tough and muscled, but clammy and sticky with sweat and your juices. the fat of your ass bounces and hits his thighs each time he fucks into you, causing resounding paps! in the room.
his first orgasm doesn’t stop him. neither does his second. he stops short of his third because he can feel you shaking beneath him, because he knows you can’t take much more. even then though, it isn’t enough. instead, he pulls out and sits back on his haunches, pumping his fist around his length as you tremble beneath him. he cums again. his thighs and core tense, stomach dipping and rising at the same time his cock twitches. he throws his head back as warm ropes of sticky cum shoot over your stomach and thighs.
something about it thrills him. he loves seeing you covered in his cum. it shows that you belong to him… in a culgar way that only he gets to see. he whimpers against himself, eyes narrowing as he looks you over. he’ll give you a little time…
but he isn’t done yet. he hasn’t had his fill of you.
We all know Lohen loves his sloppy make outs and his partner kissing/biting all over him, but I’m a firm believer that that man positively melts if you kiss his beauty mark. Just turns into a puddle with heart eyes and everything, kind of like this pic
i have a random issue with a handful of pre-srar fall out boy songs where I LOVE the the start of the song or just generally everything but the chorus, but the chorus itself i find kind of underwhelming (eg: ilalwtwiattgyo, ttotbo, igatrimeanomf, cfmrfrpfmsr, gblogbd(dyptstsasgts)
What if Lohen was with a very clumsy person who constantly put themselves or others around them in danger fully on accident. Most others don’t hang around them for that reason but Lohen actively seeks challenges and danger so he doesn’t mind being friends
Wait did I just describe Bennett wait lmao Bennett and Lohen should be friends lowkey
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