synopsis. the doctor was back, and for lack of better wording- you were craving a taste of this man’s cookie — especially with the new look he got going on.
genre. nsfw
tw. written before 6.6 release, use of dear, oral ( dottie receiving ), pussy drunk!reader YUPP, fingering ( reader receiving ), hair pulling, false sympathy, grinding, praise, size difference, dacryphilia if you squint, face sitting, asphyxiation
disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 18? please dni.
more afab!dottore here<3
afab!dottore x gn!reader.
dottore sat heavily on your chest, thighs bracing either side of your head as he rolled his hips forward to meet your pretty little tongue, groaning lowly. “you’re doing splendidly for me, my dear.. taking my pussy so well.” he whispered, tugging you forward by the hair. “how endearing it is to have elicited such desperation out of you.. i should leave you yearning more often, the results are most pleasant.” he surmised, lips curling against his inverted countenance — warped from whatever he had done to modify himself this time.
though you seemed to quite like this version of him, maybe a little much if he were to judge by how greedily you had lapped at his building slick. although, that could have easily been a result of other factors, with one in particular overshadowing the others.
who knew that falling off the face of teyvat after his experiment in nod-krai would leave you so needy and starved?
you might as well have skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner today with how zealously you had sucked at his clit, but he didn’t mind. not one bit, actually — it was the most beautiful sight to watch you teary eyed through his mask, slurping and drooling on him like your life had depended on it. if he could pull out a kamera now and capture how pathetically adorable you had looked, he most certainly would have.
alas he would have to make do with memory alone, which was equally as fine. it served him well almost always, so it would certainly do the same with a mental image of you licking and suckling to satiate that hunger of yours.
pulling tighter when you hit a particular sweet spot, the doctor found himself arching, a sigh drawing from his appendages. “careful, my dear.” he chided, unable to quite help himself from allowing his lower half snapped forward to grind down on your face. “you’re making it quite difficult to control myself with you. am i right to assume you’re trying to get me to act more roughly with you?”
and as if to prove his point, your eyelids lowered, hands coming up to grip the flesh of his large thighs, squishy yet firm underneath your touch. he was something of beauty, power singing beneath your touch, and if he had truly wanted to — archons, he could end you right then and there..
but he didn’t.
he scooted forward instead, allowing his legs to meet with the column of your neck as he felt the vibrations of your moans against his clit. huh, so you liked that, didn’t you?
a chuckle tumbled from his lips, crimson eyes flashing behind his distorted mask. “what a wicked little thing, you are, subjecting yourself so easily and pliably to suffocation..” he mused out, practically riding your face once your nails had dug so sweetly into his sides. “i suppose you always did have a strong liking towards asphyxiation.”
the harbinger was close, you could feel it on your tongue. how his insides were beginning to constrict — how his movements had become pleasantly heavier, sloppier even ( though you would never tell him ). if you had a voice to beg for him to grace you with the ivory ambrosial you had so dearly craved, but your mouth was.. a little preoccupied.
the message was thankfully delivered through your eyes, teary and blown wide.
another noise was pulled from the doctor this time — slightly less controlled, but mellifluous nonetheless. you could play it on loop if you had the ability to.
following that was where things began to grow fuzzier.
as somewhere amidst the press of his lower half to your face, long fingers came to dip into your undergarments, prodding against your fluttering hole. it took you by surprise, a moan tearing from your lips that made for the catalyst that snapped the coil within dottore, making way for the flood you had so eagerly awaited.
ever so greedily, you swallowed up what had been generously rewarded to you, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from the taste. breakfast, lunch and dinner indeed.
meanwhile uneven breaths left your partner, chest rising and falling heavily as he looked down at you through the afterglow, smile stretching into a grin. “still famished, dear?”
notes. ik ik its shorter but yall have no idea how intrusive my brain was last night after seeing those leaks and having to write a damn paper due the next day ( today ) I WAS FIENDING LIKE A STARVED CREATURE FOR THIS MAN anyway i lowkey do wanna write smtn w trilune dottore too cuz MMM i need that
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wait fem dottore or afab trilune putting US in a mating press w a strap im so gay for them both
✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓.
notes. saved this one for my birthday, tysm for the thirst anon, i will give my take below on BOTH because im a greedy mfer that wants to get folded in two by fem!dottie AND moon!dottie<3 sorry if they’re a bit shorter- hope they suffice!
tw. use of strap on, mating press, dom!dottore, size difference — if you squint, brat taming, praise
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
afab trilune god!dottore x afab!reader + fem!dottore x afab!reader ( separate )
fem!dottore with the strap is mean as HELL. she knows the limits of the human body, knows well that only so much can stuff your pussy full, and yet she still opts for the longest, thickest model she can use on you.
“you can take it,” she’ll whisper or hiss into your ear depending on her current mood. if you’ve been a crybaby, tearing up at the stretch as she pushes into you, it’ll be the former; if you’ve been a brat — challenging her every move, well.. best believe she’ll opt for the latter.
she’ll fold you in half while each inch disappears inside of you, pressing your knees down to your chest as her hips roll forward with frightening precision. it has you seeing stars beyond the false sky, breaths coming out labored and babbled. if not for the immovable force that was your partner, you were almost sure that your legs would have been unable to remain where they were without shaking- which it all the more intense to have been unable to close them. truly, all you could do was take it.
random additional little tidbit- but i think she’d also be the type to shut you up by leaning over until her tits are pressed into your face — silencing you. after all, there were people beyond the walls where she was fucking you silly; did you want them to hear?
trilune god!dottore with the strap is diabolical. this man is impossibly strong, pushing your knees to your chest as his hips slammed into yours with a pace that wasn’t torturously fast, but hard and deep.
large hands encase your thighs, holding them in place as his lips press into yours — practically devouring them as though he were aiming to steal all of the air in your lungs for himself. you were his, after all — his pretty partner who continued to devote themself to him; why not submit all you had to him by extension?
“just another round for me, my dear. you can handle that, can’t you? i know you don’t like to disappoint.” he would say once your lips disconnected, watching as you sucked in greedy breaths while your legs all but trembled and twitched. archons, he was going to be the end of you — was he aiming to milk you dry? probably.
another little bonus is how ethereal he looks above you, seafoam locks spilling forward in shimmering threads as he filled your vision with his bigger build. honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you came from his looks alone at one point.
notes. okay it might be an hour after my birthday but it’s fine ajshskdh i hope this was still somewhat ok! wrote it between bus rides ehe..
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Sorry for bothering you queen, can I please claim the 🍡 anon?
And in addition to that- Why’s it that the Dotussy has taken me to literally also think of the other side of the spectrum? Like why do I crave both massive squelching Dotussy in his god form but also think of how Dr. Dara’s cock would be fucking massive. Type of guy to say “My cock is the size of your thigh” Like 😭 BOTH ARE SO GOOD.
Being sandwiched in between moon god Dottore segment with massive Dotussy and Dr.Data with long and girthy cock (The dream)
Why have so many segments if you won’t explore all aspects of sexuality with them?
✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄!
notes. hello anon!! yes ofc! you can be the dango emoji<3 as for your thought, i hear you homedawg.. i def want both at the same damn time too, which is biblical levels of greed but ykw they would both be into that. this might be on the shorter side hope that’s ok!
tw. threesome, size difference, overstimulation, oral ( trilune god!dottore receiving ), asphyxiation, stomach bulge, manhandling, cream pie i suppose?
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
afab trilune god!dottore x afab!reader x dr. data!dottore
something something dr. data has your legs thrown over his shoulders as he’s fucking into you — lubed up even after an orgasm or two, and you’re still squeezing him like a vice. it doesn’t deter him in any way, in fact- he feels compelled to keep going with each time that bulge disappears and reappears in your stomach. a rather.. impressive feat, given the size of him.
and when your legs previously tried to close, he merely tutted at you, a chuckle slipping from his lips before his hands encircled your legs to put you into the position you are now in. he wasn’t gonna have you give in so easily, not when he could make you feel so good while you’re opened up so nicely for him, right?
besides, you had little say in the matter, trapped under the trilune god’s pussy — which was.. very much riding into your face right now.
the taste of him easily filled your mouth, scent overwhelming your senses, not to mention the restriction of breath with his thighs squeezing around your neck and face. dottore was everywhere, and he made sure to cover all the bases. your thoughts should solely be on him, and while that would have been inevitable if it were just one of him, he was.. the kinda guy to go the extra mile.
that and you just writhed so adorably under him, how could he possibly let go of an opportunity to witness such a spectacle of you coming wholly undone for him? he had the means and resources, given his segments; execution was easy from there.
so just take him — give into the overwhelming pleasure he has bestowed upon you in not one, but two ways! the doctor is so generous, after all. satiating your greed and his own by gracing you so pleasantly in filling both of your holes with his pearlescent seed.
notes. as somebody heavily into size difference this clocked my shit too easily.. i’m weak bro💔 if y’all request that shit i’m actually cooked cuz i might be a little too eager to write it🧎♀️
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I WANNA SCISSOR AFAB DOTTORE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I MEAN😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭OHHH MY GOD FANTASTIC😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
໒⦂ 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍’ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂.
notes. originally i was just gonna answer and be like yes anon you’re so right for this i also want to scissor afab!dottore and be absolutely crushed by that fine piece of dottusy, especially after the amount of fanart i’ve seen from certain angles and the special announcement yesterday.. but then i was like well, a blurb couldn’t hurt.. so then, are we feelin fantastic?
genre. nsfw
tw. written before 6.6 release, use of dear, scissoring, asphyxiation, edging, thigh riding, mentioned multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, biting if you squint
disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 18? please dni.
more afab!dottore here<3
afab!dottore x afab!reader.
it’s hard to say how you ended up like this, gripping pauldrons for shoulders that just seemed to be molded into this.. manifestation of your partner, while grinding helplessly on the wide expanse of his thigh.
one moment you were seeking him out — a remnant that might have suggested him still being alive despite his faltering advances in nod-krai.. and the next, you found yourself in this warped space — something beyond what you had thought to have been his once place of birth, but it didn’t stop there.
tears collected at the corners of your eyes when cyan tipped fingers pressed so sweetly into your neck, back arching enough for your fronts to meet.
how many times had he sent you tipping over the edge without even having given your most sensitive region attention? it was.. truthfully hard to say, but you supposed he wasn’t a consumer of all types of knowledge for nothing.
guess he knew even these most obscene of things.
“dottore, please..” you sighed out, sinking your nails into the material covering his inverted flesh when his leg gave another firm bounce that brought you closer to what you wanted.. though still not quite there.
and he knew that — he knew it very well, because he let that low laugh of his out at your writhing, basking in your desperation. “dear, you’ve been pleading for me for nearly an hour or two without explanation..” he spoke up, leaning into your ear — flushed and swollen from when he’d taken it between his canines. “so what it is that you want, hm? you have half a mind to beg, surely you can find it in you to specify for me,” the doctor added, bringing his opposite hand to drag two fingers along your puffy clit. “can’t you?”
the taunt almost had you crying out in frustration, because what the hell did he expect? he wanted an answer, yet at every attempt that you made to say anything but his name and ‘please’, he made sure to leave the words caught in your throat with his insistent ministrations.
and with his fingers toying with your bundle of nerves, what hope did you have of getting your wants across? you’d already gone from riding his thigh to his fingers now, hoping that might bring back those blissful waves in the pit of your stomach from the orgasms leading up to this one.
but you knew he wasn’t going to make it easy. he never did before, and it would be no different with this segment — or remnant, whatever he was.
fighting back the ripples of pleasure that more or less clouded your ability to think, filling your mouth with labored exhales rather than words, you met his masked gaze, clearing your throat. “if you.. ngh — if you wouldn’t interrupt me at every chance you gave me to speak, i would have been able to specify..” you nearly hissed out, shuddering when he nailed a particularly sweet spot, practically proving your point.
leave it to the second harbinger to make a game out of everything.
nevertheless, you pushed down the urge to whimper, gripping onto his biceps for dear life, as though doing so might ground you from spilling over. “‘wanna feel your pussy on mine, ‘ttore.. mmmgh- please.. i want it s-so bad, it’s driving me absolutely mad to not feel it after so long..” you nearly cried out, not even caring for the way your voice broke in between. it was beginning to matter less what you looked and sounded like, patience fully leaving your mind the longer he prolonged your climax.
but that was exactly what he wanted, didn’t he? to see you come apart wholly for him, unraveling like the most magnificent gift he could ever ask for.
“is that so?” dottore mused out, stilling his fingers on your ruined folds as the hand on your neck loosened to encase your cheek in his hand — thrumming with a power beyond the archons. “well, since you finally articulated your words for me, it’d be a shame to let that effort go unrewarded..” he followed up softly, allowing his touch to fall to your chest before giving the center a firm push.
it wasn’t hard enough to hurt, though the action in itself was surprising on its own as a gasp tumbled from your lips at the collision, watching as his form hovered close enough to leave your empty walls fluttering. was he going to fulfill your request truly?
it seemed as though he was, given the hands that came to encase and maneuver the flesh of your thighs to make way for your lower halves to meet.
and archons above.. the press of him against you was beyond overwhelming — his weight crushing, grinding with a precision befitting of a doctor, you supposed. but it was all the more welcome, as your lips formed the shape of his name, whines and babbles of encouragement spilling free the closer your orgasm neared.
music to dottore’s ears nevertheless, as his grasp tightened around your limbs with each jerk that his hips gave. “look at you, coming undone so — nghh.. easily.. forcing me put aside any pursuit in witnessing how far i can make you go..” he chuckled out, leaning down to nip at your neck, sensitive from his previous squeezes. “who knew a needy thing.. ahh.. like you could have so much sway over me.”
pulling him down by his own neck, you buried your face into his collarbone when your vision whitened out, ears deafening as the pulses drew to the pinnacle where the coil finally snapped.
and here you thought he was going to drag it out some more.
relief washed over you as your eyes rolled back, closing moments after as you felt two more powerful bucks before warmth spilled over your own drooling cunt.
fantastic, indeed.
notes. that ending was real abrupt but i wanted to keep this short ack this is my first time writing scissoring so i hope it’s ok! furthermore, hope the masses fucked with afab!dottore once more, istg a sleeper agent went off in me bc how tf did i wake up at five am like i sensed some disturbance in the force and then i opened my inbox to this.. istg, that man brings smtn out of me.. can’t wait for the weekly date i mean boss<3
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Plsssss afab!Dottore who still looks the same but has a pussy. I don’t know if this sounds offensive (I hope not!) but I can’t stop thinking of Dottore boypussy pleaseeee that was amazing. Reader having Dottore sit on their face in their new form UGH yes please. I’d be an interesting concept of Dottore (in this new form or the moon god form) could freely change his sexual organs at will.
✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄!
notes. i hear you loud and clear anon, i want that man to absolutely crush my face w his pussy — would let both boss forms do it actually, but i must confess.. moon!dottie is my fav, sooo im gonna be a little greedy with the choice here.. hope that’s cool!
tw. face sitting ( dottore ), asphyxiation, size difference, pussy drunk!reader, fingering, power play, use of ‘dear’, false sympathy, overstimulation, squirting ( dottore ), dacryphilia, cum feeding ( ? ), worship
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
afab!dottore x afab!reader
trilune god!dottore was by all means the most beautiful manifestation of false divinity that had ever graced your mortal eyes. you counted your lucky stars that fate had bestowed upon you the chance to find yourself in his presence.
moreover, that you had somehow found yourself under his glistening sex, weeping with pearlescent droplets that you licked up with every press of his weight. who were you to let something like that go to waste? it was the sweetest meal you could ever hope to ask for, accompanied by the squeeze of flesh on either side of your head, and the airy laughter echoing distantly above you.
despite him flush against your face, he still felt levels above you, and not just in terms of position. perhaps a result of holding power that rivaled, possibly even surpassed archons, given how easily he had pushed back against the rules of the world.
but goodness, thinking about that only made your cunt drool to no end on the fingers pumping in and out of it, longer than you previously recalled them being. had the moon marrows altered his body outside of the swap in genitalia? his thighs felt bigger, somehow, stature too — and his seafoam locks cascaded more like twin waterfalls behind him as opposed to the curls falling just to his shoulders.
either way, you found little reason to complain, basking instead in the weight of him grinding down on your face, and ultimately overwhelming your senses with all that he was. most would not get this opportunity, and you considered yourself special to some degree for being spoiled like this.
possibly too spoiled.
because the sudden weight of his thumb pressed down on your clit just as blunt nails curled with clinical precision inside of you, forcing your hips into his large palm as tears sprung to your eyes. a muffled cry followed not long after, swallowed up by his cunt as you nearly whited out right then and there.
fuck, was that too loud?
“oh dear,” he tilted his head, practically answering your question for you. “have you something to say?” he then asked, meeting your now widened gaze through his masked one. “apologies, i couldn’t quite catch that.. gratitude, perhaps?” he speculated, grinding down on your face as though that might have gotten some verbal confirmation out of you.
it didn’t. but the scrape of nails against the flesh of his thighs and eager whines transferred from your lips into his lower ones seemed to get the message across. or at least — the hum that filtered into your ears made it seem as though it did.
not that it did anything to deter or slow him in any way. in fact, he rode your face harder, sliding his fingers in and out of you impossibly faster, as his thumb made a complete and utter mess of you clit.
it was bliss — befitting of this plane of existence that dottore seemed to have created for what should have been a battle, turned into.. whatever this exchange was.
then, before you even registered your own climax trickling down his long fingers, slick flooded your eager mouth, tears slipping freely down your cheeks as you swallowed zealously around his lower appendages.
the rest more or less blurred from there, as coos filled your ears, large palms shifting to cradle your cheeks. a means of solace, perhaps.. were it not for the thumbs that slid along the strings of translucence that were fed tenderly yet purposefully between your parted lips.
oh that tasted heavenly..
sucking on his fingers must have delivered some kind of mixed sign because he chuckled again, bringing himself to hover over your mouth once more. “my dear, was that not enough for you?” he inquired softly, watching as you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes — practically fucked out from being fingered and sat on alone.
such an easy creature, you were. a starved mortal aching for more. who was he to deprive you, being as devoted as you were to him?
your nod, albeit slow, was accompanied by a low whine. “please,” you whispered hoarsely, digging your nails weakly into his hips. “i wanna be filled again by you — dottore..”
“oh?” he prompted, allowing his lips to twitch into a smirk. “is that so? careful what you ask for, my dear. lest you’d like to be left with a.. sudden inability to walk.”
notes. hoo boy, uh — yeah! face sitting! welcome to the first of many thirsts, hope we fucked with trilune god afab!dottie since it’s been dr. data writings lately.. i should def go back to writing my paper so yeah — hope you guys enjoyed!
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Listen.. Maybe I'm an absolute freak, but... What about mtf!Moonttore breastfeeding gn!reader? Kinda his biology a little bit changed after obtaining new powers and he wants to indulge the reader.
✶ ʾ ៹ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓!
notes. anon.. you’re bringing out the creature in me rn i hope you know by asking for breastfeeding with dottie’s big naturals..
tw. lactation kink, thigh riding, tit sucking, asphyxiation, dumbification, size difference, worship, power imbalance, god complex?
uncomfy or -18? dni! this is def not for you homeslice..
mtf trilune!dottore x gn!reader.
“dear me, you’re like a newborn seeking out its next meal.” dottore mused out, chuckling as you suckled on his nipple- flushed and swollen as a result of his newfound divinity. he’d anticipated some bodily alterations apart from the powers he had gained, such as a significant growth to his height and increase in mass to accommodate the former.. but the change in genitalia was certainly new.
the long hair was one of the more normal changes, but the swell of his chest and loss of the weight in his pants was.. certainly not one of the things he had planned for.
curious.
in any case, your were fixated in a way he had never before witnessed. your eyes had almost immediately glued to the stiffened peaks, pushing against the fabric of his clothing in a way that begged to be freed from their tight confines. who was he to deny your pleading gaze when you requested his permission and blessing to drink from his divine ambrosial in such an adorably pathetic way?
and so the fabric dropped from his shoulders with your impatient aid, heavy mounds jostling from the movement for only two bounces before you were already taking one into your hands and parting your lips to suck.
he wasn’t sure why, but it filled him with some strange semblance of satisfaction to see you struggle to hold all of him- and that was merely just the one breast. the other had, sadly, remained untouched for the time being — but he was in no rush. time could be frozen for this moment, and he was happy to take his time when you worshipped his new biology so well.
somewhere along the way, his thigh begun to bounce underneath you, pressing into your nether region in a way that had you sucking harder, nibbling — whimpering, even, from the wave of pleasure you were met with.
it made his lips curl into a wicked grin, watching as your cheeks puffed out with the overwhelming amount of milk that flooded your mouth along with the flesh that you took in ever so greedily.
eventually you had remembered the other breast, which had almost pressed into your cheek as a reminder to divide your attention more evenly. it’d be a waste, after all, and quite a pain to brush against his clothing once more with the chance of leaking into it. you were in too deep with the job, it’d be a shame to not finish it properly.
and so, with a deal of great reluctance, your lips detached with an echoing pop, trailing over to the next breast to repeat your ministrations.
something dottore could only hum lightly to, pleased to be relieved of this newfound strain in his chest through eager lips and that insatiable hunger of yours to do something about it.
slipping his fingers into your hair, it took little strength to push you to take more of him, a low laugh tumbling from his lips as he watched your eyes gloss with tears through each suck. “through your nose, my dear, and don’t spill too much. no one else will receive the privilege you have, so be grateful of what your new god have given you.”
notes. mmgh.. tiddies.. sorry that was super yummy to write, now if you’ll excuse me — i will be going to bed with my sheets cold<3
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hi transman here. fun fact : testosterone makes the clitoris bigger (around 1-4cm bigger normally.) seeing some dottore w pussy content i want you to toss the idea of how big that thing would be in his trilunar form
hello anon! GOD DAMN. i did not know about that actually.. as you can tell i am by no means informed much on biology ( im in the humanities i fear, not the sciences</3 ) so feel free to correct me on anything i might be mistaken about! i’m not trans myself, so i do not want to say anything incorrect or offend anyone!
imma toss some thoughts below the cut, hope thats ok!
trilune god!dottore definitely built different, that is a tall ass man and if you think nothing else got bigger other than his height.. think again.
i’m not sure if he would have been on testosterone here but for the sake of genshin and just him being him with his need to try shit out on himself.. there’s a chance he took some, or it was just an after effect from his experiment with the moon marrows that he just rolled with.
it could have its uses.
the way you found out was with how sensitive he was to your usual activities, and the way his clit had felt.. longer or wider? just overall different than it normally would against your own clit if you scissored, or along your curious fingers.
you wanted to ask and assert your curiosity on it, but the sighs and hums he had let out made you rethink that, instead feeling more implored to continue pleasing him.
eating him out also felt different, feeling your tongue against the ridges of his dripping sex, as he twitched more than he normally would before grabbing your face to grind into it.
so yeah i do think it would come with some more sensitivity, since i’m sure it’s a fresh change. i also think he might be a little more horny than the norm.. but that’s why you’re there to help with that!
