#drops writes

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gentle kisses with waterboy! but you slip in your tongue, he whimpers, and he starts to shake from your hands roaming on his body,

it's getting wetter. a puddle is swiftly growing. you need air—but as you pull away, he chases you back with a dazed expression.

you smile at him, and he shifts his position before meeting your lips again. he's hungrier this time. a lot more needy as his hands beg you to stay close. pushing his tongue against yours. tasting all of you.

there's an obvious tent in his suit.

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"Mwah! Muah! Mwwuuaahh!"

Waterboy's cheeks are melting on your hands as you kiss him fiercely around his face. He has such a dopey expression, accompanied by his confused noises, his hands landing on your waist. You peck him on the nose. And again. Now you're rubbing your noses together.

"You're in a mood good—good mood?" he stutters, still processing your loud affection for him.

"Yup," you say, giving him a look, "I missed you, Hermy."

"You too!" he smiles, and as you lean in for another kiss, something pokes your thigh.

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Soft. Warm.

This is heaven—Sonar resting his head on your chest as both of you doze off after a long day. A particular snore wakes you up, and you sit up groggily, only to be pulled back to bed.

He holds you tighter, burying his nose into your shoulder. You chuckle and lazily pet his head to calm him down. Eventually, he loosens up, letting you go, and you do your business in the bathroom.

The moment you open your bathroom door, you jolt from the close-up face of his monster form.

"Victor—"

He carries you into his bedroom, into his nest of pillows and blankets, and cuddles you all up until you aren't even visible. Not a single muscle in your body can move from his possessive embrace.

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Oh, shit.

Flambae's about to get fucking laid. Your hand rests on his exposed chest, moving sensually against his skin, a knowing smile on your lips. He leans against the car window, smiling back, praying that it isn't crooked, 'cause holy shit he is panicking.

"You're not so bad yourself, Chad."

Fuuuuuck. He feels his blood running everywhere through his body, mostly the top and the bottom parts. He's blushing and his dick's erect, if that wasn't obvious. Holy shit; it's painful and overwhelming.

Suddenly, you hiss like you've been burned, removing yourself away from him.

It took a shout from you to notice that he's hot, burning, literally—your car seat is melting under his ass, but you left your car before you could notice that. This is karma, isn't it.

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One smile.

It touched your lips, your face, your gentle demeanor—and it melted Waterboy's insides wholeheartedly. He perks up despite his body being syrup, opens his mouth, stutters the words he wants, needs to say.

"Hermy?"

One call. His heart stops, his legs turn jelly, and he falls apart on you. With a gasp, you quickly hold him for support, letting go of the fact that he grips you harder. You're warm. You're warm.

This is too much for him. His mouth starts watering. It would have been a normal occurrence for both of you, but once his mouth overflows and spills over your shirt, it doesn't stop as it usually does. Neverending water streams out of his mouth, mixed with his saliva, but he doesn't let you go. He doesn't want to.

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I think Vigilante would enjoy you biting him as hard as possible, because it also makes him impossibly hard LMAO he's just freaky like that

Like — out of nowhere, due to extreme cuteness aggression, you gently bite Adrian on his cheek with a little lovey giggle.

He freezes. Then he turns, looking at you with an expression you've never seen him wear.

You're quick to be concerned. "Adrian, I'm sorry, I should've asked you—"

"Please do that again," he says, exposing his neck. He gives you a pout. "A bit harder. Wait, no. As hard as you can. Please."

Don't look at his crotch if you're not in the mood for it.

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"Oh, God! Wait! Stop!"

You've already removed your hand from Adrian's erect dick when you heard the word, "wait". Confusion and alarm flood your senses.

"What? What's wrong?"

He's panting like he's run over a mile. You barely even started. "Sorry, that felt too good. I freaked out. Continue, continue."

So you do. Your hand wraps around his member—

He abruptly jerks and pulls away, the friction making him whimper. "Hah-ah! Sorry! P-Please, do it again."

"Adrian, we can take a break if you—"

"No!" he gasps, taking your hand in his, making your fingers touch his—he flinches. "Fuck! Why does it have to feel so good?!"

To think this was his idea...