You know who this is from 😏 a continuation of the last ask related to Husk.
Husks' pupils are wide as he watches you, one arm hooking one of your legs around his waist, while his other paw was pressing the rose toy to your sopping pussy. Gravely purrs emited from his throat as he watched you squirm and listened to you whine in his hold, "Huuusk!"
"Shh, kitten." You were too brain fucked to giggle at that pet name, "C'mon, just one more, Y/N, and I'll fuck you like you want. Just cum 'fer me one more time~"
You squealed as he pressed the button on the toy and intensified the way it flicked against your clit. Your hips started bucking against his wrist with the overstimulation, but he squeezed your plush thigh sternly "Ah, ah. None of that. You said you were gonna stay still, babygirl."
"Please! Just- Need you so bad!"
"Am I gonna have t'turn this off and leave?"
"Then keep 'yer promise and don't move." Husk knew what his voice did to you. When he crooned to you, and when he gave you an order with a rumbling growl. He knew he was being cruel, making you cum on the toy so many times before he unbuttoned his trousers.
The way you would babble and beg for mercy on his dick was more addicting than the high shelf gin, and the hungry way you sucked on his tongue when he kissed you once the two of you were locked together was the sweetest thing he could taste since he couldn't eat your cunt. He didn't have many breaks as bartender of the hotel, and you were looking up at him with the sweetest pair of eyes with your hands on his chest an hour before he could leave the counter. When he could, he made a beeline for you with one goal in mind.
So yeah, he was being mean... But you started it. So he has to finish it.
DAMN YOU FOR BEING SO GOOD AT WRITING SMUT 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😩😫😩😩😩😫😩😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨
