🍯: huunni drops — uhh no commentary. very self indulgent. im high. i have an oral fixation. that's it thats the story
🐻 : bear in the hive — reader is high n clark is not so dubcon? uhhh oral (m receiving), lmk what i missed
clark leans back, spreading his legs open wider on the couch so you can settle between them, your mouth slack as you readjust on your knees. his abs clench over and over as you lower your head and flatten your tongue on his cock.
"oh my— slow down, baby. dont– hah! dont huuuurt yourself down there, okay? holy—" clark's fingers grip at the edge of the couch as he tries to maintain some level of composure. you were currently high, sucking his cock languidly because having something warm in your drooling mouth helped you ground yourself a bit. up and down like it's all you can do, your mouth subconsciously getting wetter and wetter the more you hold it open. clark didn't want you to at first, what with your head being up in the clouds, but you batted your pretty glossy eyes at him and he folded. like warm laundry.
"baby, you— not that far down— huugh.." clark moaned pathetically into the dim light of your living room, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat as you softly choked around him. his leg muscles tighten, and his chest heaves as his hands finally leave the edge of the couch, pushing you down a bit further until your nose is buried in his curly pubes. clark let out a groan, thrusting softly as his load shot back in your throat, his hands shaking as he finally came down, letting you go.
"sorry, baby. sorry, honey— gosh." but you don't hear him, swallowing his shot before wrapping your lips around his tip again, and before you know it, you're sucking him down all over again.
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clark kent x black!fem!reader (minors dni)
clark is moving you into a different position for the third time tonight. from missionary, to doggy, and now into a full-blown mating press. your calves burn deliciously as he leans down, pressing you more open than you've ever been. with clark, it was always hard to be able to tell if you could fit him without feeling like you were gonna split apart. clark always makes sure you're in the most comfortable position possible.
"s-orr-y, honey. i didn't mean to- i just– mmn.. i slipped.. sorry." clark stumbles over his words as he tries to pull back out, just having thrust into you almost completely balls deep. he couldn't help it, you're always so warm and wet for him, so inviting.
but after some reassurance from you, he stops pushing himself off you and instead lays there, now pushing deeper into you with deep breaths until he bottomed out, a throaty whine barely muffled by your neck. "ooohh thats— so good, sugar. so good, baby."
clark definitely sounds like he's on the verge of tears a little when he nuts, his chiseled abs hardening with every huff of his breath and whimpers. "oh, baby.. that's it? right there? oh, princess.. squeezing me so.. so.. gosh."
cw: 18+, pwp, sex tape, p-in-v, established relationship, clark is a big ol meanie in this, he uses his x-ray vision to see how deep he is in you, switch!clark (1.4k wc)
"Hey…what are you…doing?"
You're bent over Clark's lap, fiddling around at your bedside drawer. He's looking at you with confusedly. Palms steadied around your hip as you thrash around over him. He focuses on the antique oak for a second. And then relaxes.
"There's nothing but a couple of books, pills, and a camcorder in there —" he continues, and you peer at him over your shoulder.
"Camcorder. Where?"
Clark sighs. Looking back at the side table. Eyes twitched for a second. "On your left."
You dive right back in and perk right up with the silver device in your hands. Hair mussed from your jerky movements. Clark's brushing the locks away from your face, tucking then behind your ears. "So you interrupted us mid kissing for a camcorder?"
Clark hums into your lips when you kiss him once, and then deeper, "I wanna…—mmh—try somethin' new.." You're cupping around his jaw, kissing and nibbling until he's grabbing you, pulling you away. Blue eyes meeting yours.
"Elaborate…maybe?"
You huff, holding up the camcorder, the device whirring to life after you click the black button. "Just. You could…record me, while we..."
"You want me to record you while we're being intimate?"
A prolonged groan leaves you, and you're nudging it in his hands. "If you wanna put it so innocently. Yes. I want you to film me while giving me back shots —"
Clark's holding you by your jaw. Thumbs squishing your cheeks to shush you before easing his grip. "Geez louise, alright. Alright. I got that. But…wouldn't that sort of…I don't know…get really dirty?"
"Really? You think so?"
He's looking at the way your eyes glint at that, biting your lower lips and taking your gaze over him predatorily.
"You're not going to give this up now are you?"
Clark's shoulder slumps back as you scoot backwards. Seated on your thighs all coy and sweet. Fixing your blouse as well as you could.
He adjusts the camera up, holding your face in frame, the RECORD button going active.
"How do I look?"
Clark smiles behind the camera, looking at you through the screen and then tilting his head askew to look at you in real time. "Gorgeous as always."
You roll your eyes. "Can you try being less farm-boy nice and more, amateur porno-video taker?"
"….Fine. Take your blouse off."
You let out an amused giggle, popping the buttons off one by one. "See? You've got some spunk on you."
"Well I'm hoping to be getting some spunk in you."
"Yeah okay no, don't try to do the dirty talk."
Clark's lips pressed into a taut smile, shaking his head in embarrassment. "Maybe I'm at my depth here." He begins, but you grip around his wrist. Tutting.
"Relax. It's all in good fun. Follow my lead?"
You're tugging at his sweats, his half-hard cock bobbing up at his abdomen. Clark grunts at the obnoxious whistle you give at the sight. You grin, looking up into the camera lens as you take your first lick up the prominent vein running up his cock.
"W—…woah.." He lets out a breath all at once. Transfixed on the viewfinder. "You…look…"
He doesn't get to the end of his sentence. Biting back another gasp the way your lips stretch around the girth of his cock. You pull away, a string of saliva following.
"Good?" You mumble, mouthing at his cock.
"Yeah." Clark huffs out. His hand coming in view of the frame, thumbing your jaw with reverence. "You look amazing." It comes out embarrassingly shaky.
The camcorder somehow remains stead with his other hand. You take him in deeper, bobbing your head up and down, "g-gosh—…" Clark's head tilts back, the weight of his palm rested firm on the back of your head.
You pull off from him entirely. The pink of your tongue catching the dribbles of pre-cum on your lips. Clark looks to you hazily when you stop. When you get his attention again, you smile sweetly up at him. Kissing upward, where the coarse hairs let up to his belly button.
"Look….straight out of a dirty magazine…" He mumbles, holding the camera away. Clark leans down to kiss you, tugging you back up with a firm hold around your chin.
"Mmn..this won't work if you keep—mmh…turning the camcorder away." Clark smiles against your lips, turning you over with one fluid movement. Resting you on your belly.
"I had something different in mind."
Clark places the device down facing the two of you, twisting the view finder flap so you could see your yourselves.
You tilt your head back at Clark who was positioning himself behind you, squealing when he hiked your hips up to slot a pillow beneath your belly.
"Comfy?"
Your content mhm has Clark leaning down to kiss at the back of your neck and collarbone, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling it incites.
Clark's hand cradles your jaw to lift your head up just enough to draw your attention back at the camcorder.
"See that? I prefer that sight much.." He kisses your cheek. "Much.." Another kiss up your ears. "Better." You bite down on your cheeks. Legs kicking back and forth playfully. He grabs around your shorts, tugging them down at one go.
"There's nothing sexy about just seeing my face, Clark." Your voice comes out shaky, hips lifting just enough for him to drag his cock over your folds. You don't notice how he's eyeing the view finger. And he smirks.
"Are you aware of the 'face' you're making?"
"What?"
Clark nudges himself into you. Inch by inch, and your eyes flutter, the whites visible. "Ughh—!" He leans down, hips snapping once, letting you feel the sting from the stretch of him.
"Hey," he reminds. His bicep curling around your jaw, your cheeks rested up between the muscles in a headlock. "Eyes on the camera, remember?"
You grunt at him reminding you on your own words. Clark moves his hips in slow, deep strokes, drawing stuttered, groans out of you. "Sh—Shit! Cl…ark…s'deep…so…dh—eep!"
He's relentless with the pace he sets. His other palm snaking down to rub at your clit. "Clark!" You're whining into his biceps. Biting and drooling all over him. Clark leans down, an airy laughter ghosting the shell of your ear.
"Oh sweet thing, gettin' too much for you?"
"H-Hardly.." You're barely able to keep your eyes from rolling back again, but it's impossible with how deep his cock was pressing in your pussy. The build up comes out of nowhere, you're tensing around his cock, in spasms, and then your body goes limp.
Clark presses a kiss at the side of your cheek before he's housing your body, boneless still, to straddle him instead. Sitting you down on his cock with a scary strength. "Nngh!"
You're clawing at his chest in a stabilising effort. Panting, still feeling overcome with your earlier release. "C'mon. Give me a show." He mutters boyishly through a lustful gaze, holding the camcorder up, but just enough to capture what was below your neck.
"Mean. You're mean." You grumble under your breath. Grinding your hips down onto him with a stuttered breath. "Cl—aaark."
"Wh—aat?" He repeats your whine with a teasing smile. Thumbing your clit, watching you jolt beneath. Clark's palm kneads at your breast gently, a low huff leaving his lips as his thumb grazes down your midriff.
You seem to catch him staring absentmindedly at your belly, swiping over where his cock poke at your stomach. "Wh…what are you looking at?"
He hums gently, smiling lopsided. "If you could see what I'm seeing…how deep I am in you." You don't catch what he mutters, only how he's turning you beneath him.
The device left beneath him. "Should I be nicer?" Clark leans in, kissing at your jaw. Rocking his hips into you a gentler pace. You're whining into his neck, tears pricking the corner of your eyes at how easily he was filling you.
"Be nicer to my pretty…pretty girl?" Your thighs clench tightly around his hips, nodding into his shoulder desperately, without saying a word.
"S'what I thought." He smiles against your neck, glancing over at the abandoned camcorder beside, turning it over just enough to capture them in missionary.
Clark turns his attention back to you, whispering into your skin enough to send shivers down your spine, "give me one more sweet girl.." Your eyes flutter shut, letting Clark's relentless thrusts tip you over the edge once more. "G—god. Damn" He pants into your cheeks, hips stuttering. The sensation of his cum spurting deep in you has you coming at the same time, pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him for its' worth.
You're giggling, all fucked out, cheeks nuzzled into the messy sheets next to your face. Clark leans down to assualt you with a barrage of kisses, "shall we?"
Lazily, you turn to look at him, squinting. "Shall we what?"
"Do what you wanted."
Clark turns you over, thumbing where his cum leaks from your spent folds. Your own words come back to haunt you as a reminder. He reaches out for the cam corder, looping the thread in his palms.
'Yes. I want you to film me while giving me back shots'.
a/n: this is all @chvoswxtch's fault. you know what you did, babe! whispering in my ear like a slutty little devil…
summary: briefly glancing around the vacant space before taking a seat at the counter, there you spotted none other than the regular customer that you, for lack of better words, had an embarrassingly massive crush on.
warnings: frank castle x diner waitress!reader, smut, mutual pining, kissing, public sex, clothed sex (the uniform stays on, hehe), dirty talk, size kink (the return of mr castle's canon coke can cock, hallelujah), manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, spit kink, oral, fingering, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie
word count: 3643
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A soft hum vibrated quietly in your throat as you cleaned out the table in the corner where the last remaining customers had just departed from, leaving you all alone in the dark diner as the rest of the small staff too had gone home at this late hour since next to no one ever frequented the establishment in the time slot before closing.
After wiping down the table, the interior dimly illuminated by mostly just the neon lights scattered around the walls as well as the big one out front that glimmered through the windows, you then balanced the dirty plates out into the kitchen. Though when you sat the dishes down by the sink, the chime of the door out front found your ears.
However, when you twisted your neck to glance out of the wide hole in the wall, that divided the kitchen from the dining area, to spot the individual who had just entered the low-lit diner, the gentle melody that warmed up your chest promptly seized from your lips as your eyes began to widen.
Briefly glancing around the vacant space before taking a seat at the counter, there you spotted none other than the regular customer that you, for lack of better words, had an embarrassingly massive crush on.
You still remembered two months back when the gruff-looking man had first set foot into the diner. It had been like you’d been transformed into one of those wooden dolls where you press a button at the very base and its legs just collapse.
You still weren’t sure if it was a gift or a curse that the establishment had swiftly grown into a regular spot for him to frequent, seeing as you now spent most of your days either eye-fucking him from a distance as he sat in your section, or stumbled over your words as you tried to take his order. You’d even dropped all of his change one of the times he’d paid, sending the coins clanging across the linoleum floor, only for him to duck down and join you on the ground, the simple kindness sending such a shiver down your spine that you had crashed your skull up into the table like the true stumble fuck you felt like whenever he was near.
And when you finally managed to force your feet to shift, the advice, that one of your coworkers had recently given you on your little predicament, echoed quietly on your lips as you exited the kitchen, “okay, be bold... be bold…” in a feeble attempt at hyping yourself up.
Your fingers dipped into the pocket of the little apron tied around your waist, fishing out a small notepad and pencil, before you neared the spot he sat at.
“Hi, Frank,” you uttered, offering him a smile as his eyes flickered up to settle upon you.
“Evening, sweetheart,” he exhaled, the surely meaningless term of endearment that he had begun to drop into your short chats over the past few weeks still caused your ragged breath to hitch.
“You’re up late,” you briefly glanced to the round clock on the wall before reuniting your gaze with his unwavering one.
Tilting his head, the corners of his lips twitched slightly as he murmured, “yeah, well at least I’m not still stuck at work.”
“Touché,” you clicked your tongue against your teeth and wiggled the pencil in your grasp before asking, “so, what can I get you tonight?”
“Just some coffee,” his head nodded slightly as his gaze briefly averted, “and keep it coming.”
“Coffee as usual,” you slipped your notepad back into your pocket, “you and your endless cups of coffee, okay… perhaps I should just start pouring automatically whenever I see you come in, like it’s pavlovian or something.”
“Well,” his tongue fleetingly flickered out to wet his slight smile, “it would save me the breath, not having to ask for what I want if you just give it to me straight out of the gate.”
Heat promptly rose in your cheeks as your dirty mind played tricks on you and warped his words. Clearing your throat lightly as you swiftly choked on a tiny giggle, “uhm, yeah–, so, uh…” you stared down at the counter, though quickly darted them away when his hands that rested there began to distract you as well and make you that much more dizzy, “just the coffee, nothing else?” you uttered hazily as you then twisted around to snatch up the half-empty pot behind you and fill up a mug for him.
“Just the coffee,” he drawled quietly like a gentle crackling fire behind you.
“You sure?” you tilted your head as you spun back around and slid the cup across the counter towards him, “it’s Friday night. Why not go crazy and treat yourself to a piece of pie or something.”
Gliding his fingers into place around the warm mug, his eyes fluttered back up to capture your own, “I’m good, thanks.”
“Really? You don’t even wanna hear what the options are?” your teeth gently dug into your bottom lip, “I made them all myself, fresh this morning…”
Blinking back at you a moment, he then bowed his head as he gave in, “alright, sure, why the hell not.”
“Well,” you propped down your forearms on the counter directly across from where he sat, “there’s rhubarb pie with a meringue topping,” you uttered softly as you leaned against the table, slowly inching closer and closer to him, “there’s apple if you’re into the classics,” your gaze licked him up as your heart hammered in your chest like it was trying to escape, “and then today’s special, cherry pie…”
“Cherry, huh?” he hummed as he stared back into your eyes, even as you gradually tilted closer. You knew that if he dared to let his unwavering gaze stray, he’d surely be able to look straight down the neckline of your uniform from how you bent over the counter.
Dipping your vision down to his lips, you dreamily sucked in a breath as you added, “with extra whip cream on top…”
A smirk bloomed on his lips as an exhale then slipped from his lungs, “well how ‘bout that…”
The next thing you knew, it was as if your brain shut off completely as you then found yourself closing the short distance between you two and crashing your lips against his own. The kiss was short and rather clumsy before you then regained your senses and pulled back just as quickly as you had dived in.
“Oh my goodness,” you swiftly gasped as your hands soared up to briefly shield the lower half of your face, “I’m sorry, that was–, I shouldn't have just–, out of the blue without–,” you stumbled over your own words, “I'm sorry, please don’t tell my boss, I really need this job–”
But then, before you could crumble before him, Frank suddenly seized both sides of your face and pulled you back in for not only a kiss, but one that made your feeble attempt pale in comparison. Melting completely under the scorching warmth of his lips, you damn near crawled straight across the counter to scramble into his lap. However, when he finally withdrew, the kiss somehow seeming both as if it had stretched out an eternity, as well as only feeling like the blink of an eye, you stumbled slightly, and if it hadn’t been for his palms that remained on the sides of your jaw, you surely would have taken a nosedive right in front of him.
“Fuck…” you dizzily blinked back at him as only his hands cupping your features in a gentle grip kept you upright, “how–… how are you even better at that than I imagined?” your jello-like knees wobbled beneath you.
“Oh, you’ve spent a lot of time daydreaming about me kissing you,” he chuckled softly, “have you?”
“Well,” you sucked in a ragged breath as you noticed how the dull throb he always triggered between your thighs worsened, “it’s not just that my brain has been thinking about ever since you first came in here…”
“Oh yeah?” he shared your breath as his fingertips slowly strayed into your hairline, “what else has that pretty little head been thinking about, huh?”
And as the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, you gathered up the courage to utter, “…how about you come back here and I show you instead?”
With a soft smirk on his lips, his fingers then slipped from your face before he rose from his seat. Panting, your eyes tracked him as he took his sweet time making his way around the long counter to stand on the same side as you.
Tangling your fingers in his dark shirt as soon as he came in reach, you yanked him to you till his lips crashed against your own once again. Though the ravenous kiss didn’t last too long before you then tilted away as your legs began to bend and you sank down on the ground before him. You still stayed so close to him that your cheek pressed up against his thick thigh as you blinked up at him, a question twinkling in your eyes as your fingers slowly clawed closer to his belt.
But before your lips managed to part in order to ask for permission, Frank caught on and, as he breathlessly gazed down at your kneeling frame, offered you a nod.
Your mouth fell apart in an airy giggle as your stunned eyes widened at his girth that sprung forth as soon as you tugged down the zipper of his dark jeans.
It was soft, rather timid but sweet, as you began to pepper pecks along his length, smiling against the hardness as it twitched at your feathery touch before you soothed it with your glistening tongue.
And though you had a hard time ripping your gaze away from his cock, it more often than not drifted back up to Frank’s own stare as he leaned back against the counter.
When your lips eventually were stretched around his cock and drool was gurgling up your efforts as you bobbed your head, his fingers gently found your hair as his hips stopped resisting the greedy thrusts they craved in order to bury his dick further into your warmth.
A low growl rumbled in his chest when your sweet mouth became too much for him to bear, and he swiftly plucked you back up onto your feet. Spinning you both around till the counter pressed against the small of your back, he then picked you up and planted you on the edge of the tabletop.
Pressing your lips to his own, you then purred against his tongue as his touch wandered down your frame and disappeared up under the dress of your uniform to discover the soaked state of your panties beneath. To you, his fingertips fluttered over your covered core for way too long till he finally yanked the cotton to the side to sweep his touch directly against your aching pussy.
“Holy fucking shit,” you panted as he finally rolled your puffy pearl beneath the rough pads of his fingers, and you had to tilt away from his kiss a moment to reel in the ecstasy. Your nails dug into the back of his neck as you arched your back, though a smirk only bloomed on Frank’s features as he gazed back at your blissed-out features.
“You like that?” he uttered huskily, still so close that he shared your breath.
“I–, fucking–, yes!” you panted before reuniting your lips with his own just as a whimper crawled its way out of your lungs.
Soon his pinkie and forefinger flexed against your centre as the ones in between methodically pumped in and out of your pussy, caressing your velvety walls till you were on the verge of exploding.
But instead of unravelling and creaming all over his thick fingers, you gasped, “wait,” as you painstakingly yanked his touch out from beneath your skirt, “I-I need you inside of me, please, I wanna feel you, I can’t wait any longer,” a dizzy pout quivered at your lip as you begged. Answering your prayer, Frank then slid you off of the counter and spun you around for the curve of your ass to arch back against him.
“Then do it,” his deep voice tickled the shell of your ear as he slid a palm down over your frame before finding your clit once more in a rub that caused your eyes to roll, “go ahead, take what you want, sweetheart,” he uttered, encouraging your fingers to reach back to grasp his girth.
His digits kept on drawing patterns over your puffy pearl as you then slowly slipped his fat cock inside, “f-fuck…” you whined shakily as your eyes fell shut, your whole body freezing up for a second as your cunt clenched around the bulbous tip of him, struggling a moment before relaxing around his size and letting him in.
You felt his lips flutter against the side of your neck as the hand he didn’t have slotted between your trembling thighs, floated up around the curve of your ass, spreading his hand wide across it as he gently gathered up the skirt of your uniform to grant himself a peek of how you stretched for him.
“Atta girl, that’s it,” he groaned as you slowly began to move and fill your pussy up further, “you got it, sweet girl,” his own hips all the while staying locked and letting you control the pace, “keep going.”
Though it didn’t take long after you’d picked up a desperate rhythm, bouncing your ass back against him, that your upper body gave out, bending down over the counter and melting against it as you finally came undone, your loud moans echoing throughout the empty diner.
And though your greedy efforts tried to keep going through your high, your shaky movements still degraded into trembling rocks as you slowly tilted back against him till your sensitivity began to fade away. However, when Frank finally began to move, his palm first gliding up along your horizontal spine before he let himself go, a crinkle found your brow as your body jostled against the counter at each zealous thrust he offered you, his heavy balls smacking against your buzzing clit each time he bottomed out and the tip of him kissed the deepest parts of you.
However, as you fought to keep your eyes open and one of your hands fluttered back to claw needily against one of Frank’s belt loops, your hazy gaze suddenly snapped open as you spotted the figure out on the dark street that came marching directly towards the front door of the diner.
“Shit!” you yelped before you shakily shot up and, in your panic, shoved Frank down behind the counter before the patron could enter. Smoothing down your uniform as the door chimed, your eyes were wide as you squeaked, “hello,” doing everything in your power to seem completely normal and not let your stare stray down to the man hiding by your feet, his throbbing cock still glistening with your juices.
“Hi,” the elderly man offered a tight-lipped smile before glancing around at all of the empty seats and uttering, “are you still serving pancakes?”
And though in actuality you weren’t still serving breakfast at this hour, your mind swiftly short-circuited as you felt Frank sneak a hand up under your uniform, “s-sure, but it’ll take a bit,” you breathed shakily as his touch teasingly traced the mess between your thighs, making you shiver with each light pet, “it’s just me working here right now.”
“Oh, that’s alright, I don’t mind waiting,” the customer murmured, though just as he did, you sucked in a sharp breath as the gruff man kneeling beside you let himself tilt closer and grant himself a brief taste, momentarily parting your petals with his tongue as his nose nudged against your pearl, lapping ravenously at your leaky hole that still quivered for his cock, before his mouth then soared up and captured your clit, wasting no time to suck down on it making your entire frame jump jaggedly at the dizzying sensation.
“A-alright,” you puffed unsteadily as you watched the stranger take a seat in a far-off booth, “I’ll be right back,” you murmured and lightly shoved Frank’s head away from beneath your skirt before you shakily made your way into the back.
Clutching a hand over your chest as you tried to catch your breath, you didn’t get the chance to glance over your shoulder before you felt Frank catch up to you after he’d snuck into the kitchen as well.
“You are terrible,” you whispered through a hazy giggle as he pressed a brief kiss to your cheek, his beard still glistening from the greedy taste he’d offered himself.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he exhaled before you caught onto his shirt and dragged him around the corner with you, into the pantry at the very bottom of the kitchen.
Twisting you around to face him, he kissed you once more, though it only broke when he plucked you up off the ground to sit you up on the steel table that stood between the many open shelves, all brimming with dried and canned goods.
Slotting himself in between your legs, he stole one last peck before his fingers enveloped his girth and offered it a silky stroke. Glancing down between your thighs as you began to shimmy your dress back up, his thumb hooked in the gusset of your panties before it could stray back into place and cover you back up.
Letting a dollop of spit drop from his lips and down upon your glistening pussy as he continued to stare, he uttered gravelly, “you want it?” before he tapped the hefty weight of himself against your puff.
“Yes,” you panted as you too blinked down at how he dragged the bulbous head of his cock through your folds, teasingly tracing the seam of your cunt and making you squirm beneath him.
“Oh, yeah?” he tried to make you beg for it, flicking his hardness crudely against your clit, “tell me how bad.”
“So bad,” you whined as his teasing swiftly became too much for you to bear, “please, Frank,” you nearly felt yourself drool as your eyebrows knitted tightly together, “just shove it back in.”
Huffing out a short chuckle, “okay,” he then took your breath away as he didn’t just slide the tip back inside, but instead slammed the entirety of his length back inside, burying himself completely in your haven, “like that?” he smirked as you struggled to breathe.
“I-I–,” your eyes fluttered as your fingers soared up to dent his shoulders, “o-oh god… that’s so much…”
“What?” he grinned as he tilted closer to you for his nose to ghost against your own, “I thought you said you wanted it,” he murmured cockily before pulling all of the way back out, “is it too much dick for you, huh?” your dripping essence clung to his girth as he slipped out and some of your desperation even dribbled onto the tabletop below.
“It’s–, shit,” you tried to keep up with his dizzying game, but your molten mind just wouldn’t let you, “Frank, please just fuck me. I can’t–, I–, urgh!” a shrill moan promptly escaped you as he then sank back inside, making your eyes roll in your skull as he swiftly slipped into a slow yet rough rhythm, “f-fuck… thank you…”
Smiling against your breathless lips, he uttered, “god, you’re cute…” before his hips snapped against you, offering you long and deep strokes that made it tough for you both to last much longer.
Though once you’d both tumbled over the edge, your cunt choking his cock and milking him for all of his worth, the slow and smouldering kisses that drew out over your lips eventually faded as he slipped his length out of you.
Blinking back at him, your eyes widened slightly in gentle puzzlement as he then sank down before you and began to clean up the mess you’d both turned you into, holding your gaze and eating you out till you had no other choice but to clamper a palm over your mouth to keep quiet as he made you cum one last time.
Hand slipping from your lips as you fell back onto your forearms and caught your breath, you scarcely saw as Frank then rose back up to his full height, his lips briefly dancing up the length of your thigh on his way back up, before his gaze caught sight of the row of pies lined up on a nearby shelf. They were all mostly gone, though what was left was covered by a layer of cling film.
Stretching out an arm, he ducked a finger beneath the plastic that covered the last remaining piece of the cherry one and then brashly dipped his digit into the crimson berry filling, before bringing it up to his lips to suck it clean, the display of which somehow making your sensitive core throb once more for him as he let his tongue lap up the greedy taste he’d granted himself.
As his lips let go of his finger with a pop, a hum rumbled in his broad chest, “that’s good,” before his eyes flickered down to his digit and he twisted it into a different angle to lick up the remaining pie filling. Though as he savoured every last drop, his dark eyes flickered back to capture your stare as he then added with a soft smirk, “but I think I prefer the one that you gave me…”
imagine the j in jschlatt is for his middle name 😭
NO EXACTLY, and we've been speculating about it being his first this whole time. In one of Jack Manifold's "reacting to british memes" videos, they go down a rabbit hold n end up watching a kids short about letters, right? After J comes up, Jack goes "that's my one!" and not "that's OUR one!"
THENNN schlatt gets extremely excited when he sees T come up. That's why I think he's a Terrence or a Tyler or a Tony. Something of that nature, thank you for ur time.
