[ DISCLAIMER ]: the following links contain PORN which is only suitable for mature audiences!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+!! all links contain hetero content! some dont have any sound :’)
[warnings]: porn… duh!, fingering, restraints, riding, cock warming?? oral (f. rec), rough sex, anything else i missed!
⭐️: author’s favorite
[ BANG CHAN ]
eat like a animal: bangchan is definitely pussy hungry. when he eats it, baby he EATS it. like he hasn’t had a proper meal in weeks!! he definitely does it for both of your pleasures. his tongue flicks your bud intensely, forcing multiple orgasms out of you as he’s licking up your arousal.
sloppy kissing: chan loves to touch you. everywhere. he’s all hands on deck when you too have heated make out sessions. he’s fondling with your tits, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you grind your clothed pussy against his cock. don’t even think about keeping your shirt on, he’s just gonna take it off immediately, there’s no point! he’s kissing you all around your neck, on your chest, anywhere possible!!
deeper: what did he say in railway? ah yes— rough ride… hold on tight? he’s practically fucking you into the bed, one hand behind your back as his angry cock is slamming into your poor hole. “take it like a good girl for me, yeah?” how can it sound so sweet yet so cruel at the same time? he’s pushing you into the mattress, groaning at the sound of your poor whimpers as he fucks you into oblivion. you can’t take it, but you will. bc you’re his little slut after all.
[ LEE MINHO ]
⭐️ lesson learned: minho never liked when you were rude to him. he especially hated that little attitude you gave from time to time. he surely made you pay for it everytime too. making you lay with your hands around your back as he spread your legs apart, he’d stick his fingers in your cunt as he played with your clit furiously. “you wanna act out, huh? well this is what that earns you.” every time you get too loud he’ll smack your mouth, stuffing a small handkerchief in it to shut you up. it’s not like you’d be able to talk while being stuffed with his long fingers anyway.
use your words: does minho really like pleasuring you, or does he just love to tease you for his own pleasure? his fingers will run themselves across your clit as you moan out in pleasure, squirming at every moment. “i know you can be louder baby, you sing my songs all the time.” he’d touch you faster, harder with every whimper, asking you if you like being touched like the whore you are.
[ SEO CHANGBIN ]
warming me up: something about cockwarming made changbin fall at your feet. but it wasn’t just him sitting inside of you, oh no. he’d sit his big cock between your thighs, pushing it between your warm folds as you squeezed your legs shut. your back to his chest, keeping each other warm as he pushed himself in between your legs. his cum would cost your thighs, moving against your clit to lubricate his cock perfectly. and it felt soo good.
⭐️ through the clothes: did i mention how much of a tease changbin was? he loves wrapping his tongue all through your folds, but he loves especially when your panties are still on. hell drag his tongue against your clothed clit, sucking on it gently to get a reaction out of you. his swirl his tongue around it, watching as your arousal seeped through your panties in where could taste it— until you were practically begging for him to rip them off.
[ HWANG HYUNJIN ]
⭐️ titty galore: hyunjin loved your tits. he loved to touch them, swirl his tongue around them and suck on your skin gently. at any chance he could, he would get you naked in his arms and rope his tongue around your nipples, sucking them until he earned sweet moans out of you. sometimes that’s all he needed to do to get you off— watching as slick formed between your thighs. he would speed up his tongue, flicking your tips as you shook beneath him.
sensual riding: hyunjin was always so sweet to you. he was really for the rough sex, the loud moans. it was something about it all that he just wanted it to be you two in that moment, and he always got the most out of it from you riding him. Watching as you ran your folds amongst his cock, savoring his sweet moans as he ran his fingers across your body. and he always made it a habit to tongue kiss you, it was always sensual. your lewd moans would mix into each others mouths as you rode his cock. if there wasn’t proof he loved you, this definitely shows it.
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a/n: i wanna say these have my favorite links but… the maknae line may take the cake..!
Zbaltazar hasn't been meditating that much lately, something very strange coming from him...
Exactly today, you complete two years of living with robots, your adventure of finding a way to continue living in a city with almost no vegetation was difficult for you, but with the help of a certain cat freeing everyone, everything worked out.
And of course you weren't alone during this whole period, because you were the first (and probably, the last) human to be seen in Walled City 99. You created a certain fame, and that's how a certain group of robots quickly heard about your existence.
Everyone was equally fun, Momo was someone who always had something new to talk about, Doc always helped you out and Clementine was someone who was very reliable. But among all these companions, the one you grew the most affection was Zbaltazar.
Zbaltazar is such a knowledgeable companion and often has an answer for you on any question, at first Zbaltazar seemed to be always bothered by your presence even if admitting to have a curiosity about you, but still, Zbaltazar was the one you spent the most time with. Nowadays Zbaltazar always has free time to be with you, always talks to you, and shares secrets with you that probably no one else has heard, the two of you have created a large bond of trust and friendship during these two years.
It was already night, and the moon was high in the sky, you've just left the bar and now you're walking alone in the streets of the Slums, you didn't know if it was so necessary to have a party to celebrate two years of living with companions, but either way you didn't mind having or not having a party, but you'd be lying if you didn't want Zbaltazar to participate. the same goes for Clementine, she didn't show up, she even gave you a hug earlier in the day and stuff, but after that, no sign of life.
Speaking of the devil. You rummaged through your sweatshirt pockets, and pulled out a crumpled paper with a note on it.
"Come at my apartment when dusk, I have some news ;]" It was what was written.
Zbaltazar sent this note to you early this morning, and so far, he haven't show up either, you only wonder how excting those news are for him to just disappear out of nowhere.
Moments later of a long walk, you arrive at Zbaltazar's apartment, a jolt of excitement crawling over your skin. If he took a whole day, and put a smile on that note, it must be good news, you presumed.
Knock knock! You hit your fist on the door excitedly.
...
30 seconds passed, and you decided to knock on the door again. Knock knock!
You started to question things a bit, why his apartment anyway? It could be at the antville... But apparently he chose the apartment he hasn't visited for years. What must be so special? The thought that it might be a declaration of love made your cheeks red– Wait, the hell you are thinking?! You tried shoved the thought away quickly.
Knock knock knock! You tried again. Okay, he's taking too long.
"Zbaltazar?!" You shouted, draining your patience.
Miraculously, the noise of the door opening was heard and all your hope returned when you saw the beloved robot in the doorway.
"Oh, there you are!" Upon his arrival, your face smiled
"I'm so sorry for not answering the door. You see, I had some annoying problems." Zbaltazar moved out of the way, opening the door fully for you by leaning a slightly damaged hand of his by the hand. "Please, enter."
Without any second thought, you enter, looking around with the smile on your face still present, you didn't even noticed Zbaltazar locking the door behind you. You could feel the excitement flow through your veins.
"So? What happened to your hand..."
What you didn't expect, however, was another presence, Clementine's presence, right in front of you, in the corner of the apartment, more specifically. Well, Clementine's dead presence, in this case.
And just like your friend, your happiness died, replaced by cold pressing against your heart. You could feel the uncomfortable silence dominating the area among you.
Your body shuddered, reacting to the pair of cold hands against your shoulders.
"I know. I owe you some explanations." Zbaltazar murmured, gently. However, we both know, a caring voice is not what you need right now.
"Balt? is Clementine okay?" You questioned with no hesitation, your eyes not leaving Clementine's body on the floor, she is your friend and Zbaltazar's too in the end, he definitely should have done something, if not, anything.
But oh, he loves when you call him that.
"Hum... I'm afraid not, she's not."
It all sounded too confusing to you, and the confusion mixed with a possible death resulted in despair building up in you. Why is Zbaltazar acting so calm? Yeah sure, he was always calm, but at the very least he would be stoic, or just anything as a reaction to the body. Who did this to Clementine? She was always one to react, and there were definitely several parts of her metal damaged, especially in the chest and head area, especially the head. Why doesn't Zbaltazar do anything?
"...You did this?"
And you got no answer.
It didn't take too long until the stress has taken over you, and so you turn around. "Zbaltazar, what the hell is your problem"
You froze with the robot in front of you, together with what was right behind it. A wall covered in pictures of you, some you actually remember taking with Zbaltazar, while others are photos that were taken when you were distracted, or even when you were sleeping. Photos that included the others, had their faces furiously scrawled.
"Balt, what the fuck." You spat
Zbaltazar, in the other hand, approached his hands to reassure you. "Y/N, please, I believe we can talk this out."
"What?!" You flinched back. You aren't even sure if you could face him after the suggestion. "What there is to talk about? Clementine is fucking dead and you- you-... Why?!"
"You wouldn't understand." And yet, despite all this, the robot dared to grin. "She certainly didn't. Had to convince her in... Other manners, sadly."
At any second that passed, you were sure you could just break down in tears at any moment. You knew Zbaltazar well, he is, or was your best friend among the Outsiders, bu apparently you didn't knew him enough to predict this. You felt disgusted, at him and at yourself, you wanted to listen to him.
"Balt, please, just tell me whats going on."
"Clementine is the problem. Well, was. Couldn't you noticed how she looked at you?" Zbaltazar glanced towards one of the pictures at the wall, and your eyes followed. It showed a picture of all the outsiders together, including you close to Clementine. "I had to make the first step and quick. She didn't agreed to leave you to me, and you know how hard it is to change her mind, so eventually, this had to happen." Later on, his gaze returned towards you. "Dont get me wrong, Y/N, I was about to take her out, but you came earlier."
"You did all this because you wanted me?"
"You were always so oblivious."
It was fucking sick. Zbaltazar quotes his witness as if Clementine were just an object, a lifeless husk that holded no influence. And the fact he made this just to have the tittle of "your partner"... At that moment, you were in a cold sweat.
"But what happened, happened." He emits a sound similar to a sigh. "And the door is locked."
"What? You really think you're going to get away of it? Lock me here? They will search for me, Balt, some time or other your sick plan will fail!"
"Lock you? Oh no, dear, I'm no animal. I just need you as my partner."
"What?" Your eyes locked to his screen.
"I already finished Clementine, who knows when I finish you. What if I have a knife under my table, or... Right behind me. You certainly don't trust me anymore, I suppose. I have the reputation as well." Without even noticing, Zbaltazar grasped both of your trembling hands, holding them together tightly to his. "Lets be honest, theres only one way of us getting out of this in a friendly manner. Lets just keep this between us, yes?"
Your pupils moved to the corner of your eye, glancing at the locked too door, indeed, no quick path. Even if you ran, he had his hands grasped to yours, at this moment you could even notice his damage fist, earlier evidence of the fight between him and Clem. And when you glaced at Zbaltazar, his screen showed the stupid heart which you considered so dearly in the past. You wanted to spit on him.
"When is it my turn to be happy," he says, aggravated by the situation he sees himself in. You pull him closer to you by the back of his neck, and Chan gulps as his eyes flick to your lips.
You had just spent the last 15 minutes listening to the man you are so desperately in love with a rave on and on about how he wasn't good enough and isn't worthy of anything.
"kiss me," you say as you can barely breathe as Chan is just inches away from your lips.
He attaches his soft, plump lips to yours, both your hands combing through the hair of each other as you do so. He pulls away. "Sorry, I'm not thinking straight..."
"I don't care." You crash your lips as he moans, allowing you access to his mouth.
Chan's eyebrows frown as he softly pushes you away. "I- I", he stutters. "I can't…You deserve better than me," he says, looking down.
You cup his face placing your forehead against his. "I deserve you…. I only want you" Chan's eyes glisten as he fights back tears.
"What is it about me that makes you like me so much? Everything I touch turns to shit" he looked down, and you lifted his chin so that he was staring directly at you.
You brushed down his hair which you messed up a moment prior. "Listen to me….You are everything I have ever dreamt about…you may not be perfect…but who is Channie? I am so proud of you…..so please don't give up on me…because….well, because I love you" Chan's eyes widen a little before he softens his face.
" Did you just say you love me?," he speaks softly, slightly cracking his voice as he says those words.
"Don't make me repeat it, Chan" You smile as he leans in, sliding his hands up your thighs as he lies you down on the couch.
Breaking the kiss, Chan giggles before saying in a raspy voice, "You are everything I want and more."
A/N: thank you all so much i wanted to just post this little 300 word fluff.
i ssee you've readded stray... JBHABSHBJ I genuinely miss this game tbh i need to rewatch it
But! Mind if i request headcanons about a post game stray where the reader was a human in a cryo chamber for all these years and gets found by momo, through following the cat? Maybe they were put in cryo with some others and they happened to have lifeless bots like the up above ones that were managing things and keeping them in cryo until stuff was proven to be fine or smthn
I know its prob not accurrate to the ingame lore but i just find the idea neat </3 BJSHJBSHJB but aye, hope you have a good day!! Stay sfae hydrate
-salt anon
It took a while for Momo to find the cat who freed the Companions from their dark and desolate world.
As he ventured above the surface with the other Outsiders, he saw all sorts of stray cats of different breeds and colors..
But none looked anything like the ginger feline with the vest.
He had worried something terrible happened to it...
Until he spotted it running into a facility with a cryo chamber inside.
He learns it was built for the humans who chose to remain outside the walled city--meant to put them in stasis for hundreds of years.
Apparently robots did exist here, too..although Momo quickly noticed they were all orange and were lacking in both life and personality.
They were the Helpers: simple machines following simple directives until they shutdown, giving him generic statements about the facility.
He's disappointed they never got the chance to "evolve", although he noticed they were guarding several pods lit up with green lights, indicating they were occupied.
The Helpers mentioned them being hibernation chambers that wouldn't be open for another 10 years...
But of course, Momo couldn't wait that long to see a Soft One who's potentially still alive.
Haven't they all waited long enough?
He gets to work reviving one occupant (with help from Doc and a certain cat who distracts the Helpers).
Before long, you're wide awake, coming face-to-face with a Companion who has a unique rainbow screen and a flamingo shirt...and this random kitty rubbing against your legs.
You and Momo just sorta....stare at each other for a while.
And the first thing you ask him is:
"Did you learn to adopt pets like we do?"
After the initial shock and hesitancy to speak to someone Companions considered idols/ancestors/gods..he leads you back to his group and explains how the cat you were currently cradling like a baby did the impossible and opened the city with the help of a drone.
You don't believe it, at first...until security footage Doc and Clementine recovered from the Control Room proved otherwise.
You see that B-12 made a huge sacrifice, which saddened them all, but his consciousness was still very much active in the city network. So he was okay.
In the end, until your fellow humans awakened, you, Momo, and the cat decide to stay together somewhere.
And yes, you both officially adopted the feline as your own--along with any other strays who came along.
@mmmmmmmbeans Sorry for posting so late,It is the fanart basic on yours.Although this is not a physical work, I hope you can enjoy this.
I am currently making a secret project with my friends for stray's first anniversary. I expect it to be finished in mid-August. Maybe you guys can guess what will it be like.
how to make your robot gf jealous 101 ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ clementine + human! reader
synopsis : “could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness. “you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?” she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears. “no, clem! o..only you!” pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking. “that’s right, baby, only me.”
—TW : smut , fem! reader ( let’s go lesbians!! ) , fem terms , jealous clem ( oh my lord ) , possessiveness , fingering , the knee thing…
maybe it started when momo was being a little too touchy-feel-y towards you. his hand on your shoulder each time you made him laugh; how he hugged you just a second too long when you first walked through the door.
or maybe the first tick was caused by doc’s little pet names for you (as he does for most of his friends)—“oh, doll, you made it!” “whatever you say, hun.” “a fascinating discovery indeed, darling!”
zabaltazar most definitely struck a nerve when his full, undivided attention seemed to be solely on you all night—eyes on you whenever you had a story to tell and with input at the end to let you know he cared. even directing a different bot’s own conversation to focus on you once again.
whichever it was to push some buttons didn’t matter…
“a little bit of a baby? are you forgetting the time you screamed because you saw a rat? you didn’t let any of us leave until we scoured your entire flat to make sure there wasn’t any there!”
momo pouted, leaning back against the couch, “you’d be scared too if you saw one of those… things hanging around your living room!” his foot playfully hitting yours, which you returned by lightly kicking his shin.
momo pouted, leaning back against the couch, “you’d be scared too if you saw one of those… things hanging around your living room!” his foot playfully hitting yours, which you returned by lightly kicking his shin.
“it was a toy! it wasn’t even real!” you laughed, the other two outsiders by your side joining in with you. doc nudged your arm, smiling, “we better go ahead and check again, doll; he’s gonna get all paranoid with this memory resurfaced!”
you laughed harder at the comment, and clementine could’ve sworn she’d seen red in the moment. she hadn’t been amused in the slightest the past twenty minutes. and even with one of her favorite momo stories being told, she just couldn’t stop focusing on every little thing her friends did around you.
“doll,”
doc making you laugh.
zabaltazar not taking his annoying eyes off you.
momo now practically playing footsies with you??
oh, no—no way. this was stopping. now.
“this has been fun,” clem started, mimicking a stretch whilst yawning. everyone’s attention turned to her. “… but we should get going now—i’m sure, my love, here is also pretty tired.”
“but-“ your girlfriend cut you off with a tug of your arm to get you standing, “buuttt we’ll be back tomorrow! sorry to cut this so short!” she wasn’t at all; in fact, a weight lifted from her metal chest as soon as she had the door to baltz’ flat opened.
clem and you waved your goodbyes to the bots left behind—who all shared a question mark on their screens as they glanced between each other. with a slam of the door, you both made your leave (one was more reluctant).
“clem, what was that?” you puzzled, worriedly. though, instead of an answer, the outsider simply led you down the cascade of stairs in the apartment building; your wrist still tightly captured.
“clem? clem, talk to me, please.” as much as you were concerned about her behavior, you were also out of breath; clementine was practically dragging you towards your shared apartment.
and maybe if she opened up she would-
“please, slow down!”
but the notoriously stubborn outsider didn’t say a word, yet she calmed her pace… just by a little. it was enough for you to not have to jog to keep up. you had no doubt in your mind that she wouldn’t be opposed to tugging along your limp body had you lost your footing.
she swung open your flat’s door, giving you a chance to catch your breath as she locked it behind you. you had your hands on your knees, basically gasping for air—you must’ve been going as fast as a car back there, you thought.
and just as you repaired your lungs, standing up straight to turn and face her and say, “clem, what is going-“ your girlfriend pushed you back against the wall, her ‘kiss me’ tattoo right beside your head.
“‘what’s going on’? i don’t know—maybe you should tell me what was going on back there.” your previous words stuck in your throat at clementine’s aggressive tone.
you were trapped between wallpaper and narrowed eyes… and a shift in atmosphere. your mind replayed moments back at zabaltazar’s flat, but at no point could you recall doing anything wrong, really!
“what are you talking about, clem?” you furrowed your brows, trying to compete against her furious expression… although there was an obvious dominant side and you were sinking into your place underneath her gaze.
her voice box let out, what you’ve come to known as, a robotic scoff. and the pixels on her screen half-circled to simulate rolling her eyes.
“don’t play dumb with me—you saw exactly how they were treating you… like they wanted you all to themselves.” clem leaned in and before you could object, she placed a cold finger on your bottom lip to shut you up.
“did you want that too? wanted my friends to all have their way with you?” her voice lowered and she moved her hand down from your mouth, pushing up your shirt to rest on your bare waist; you shuddered at her cold metal.
“of course not, clem! i’m yours!” you held her head in your palms, looking at her with the most sincere expression.
she smiled, but it wasn’t her usual soft upturn of blue pixels she’d normally do when you said something like that. her eyes half-lidded and it seemed more as though you amused her with what you said more than anything. and suddenly, you felt like unbeknownst prey to a hungry lion.
“i know, baby. that’s why i’m gonna have to make you remember that.”
the companion shoved her knee between your legs and you sharply gasped at the unexpected friction. your hands that cupped her facial frame went stiff and eventually moved down to her shoulders to keep yourself stable.
clementine used the hand that was on your waist to push your hips back and forth. each grind against her metal had you lightly panting and at some point you started bucking your hips yourself—completely forgetting how this even started.
“i’m sure those guys would kill to see you like this… it’s too bad they’re not here to do it themselves.” she pushed her knee further into your cunt and watched as your back arched away from the wall.
you shook your head, finding it hard to talk like this, and clementine tilted her screen to mock you, still with that entertained look. “no… m’only want you, clem..”
“is that right? didn’t seem that way when you were practically begging momo to keep touching you.” and with that remembrance, albeit a little over-exaggerated, clementine’s previous annoyance and anger returned.
with an idea laced with malice and spite, she pulled her knee away. hearing you whine, almost whimper, for a piece of her back was something to behold; it certainly sent a wave of electricity through her mainframe, hearing you so needy just for her.
she would never let her friends get a chance to hear it.
“wait—please, don’t stop.”
she shushed you, cupping your chin to look up at her. “you want me?” she quizzed, looking you up and down; god, you already looked a mess… and just from her knee?
you nodded a slightly too frantic ‘yes’ and clem dropped her hand from your face, “then tell me how bad you need me, hm?”
oh, so that’s what it was.
clementine was jealous.
you scolded yourself for not noticing it sooner, as obvious as it was.
your girlfriend felt threatened—she was never any good at sharing. and now you thought back to earlier, how pissed she must’ve been seeing the rest of her group give you so much attention; you wondered how badly she wanted to dismantle the whole party for the way they were treating you.
you could see it all now—her patience slowly dropping with each affectionate action you were given. and a picture of steam visibly wafting from her vents materialized in your mind.
a heat burning between your legs and a guilt for not taking in account clem’s feelings decided that you couldn’t deny her her request—not like you had much of a choice anyways.
your cheeks burned at the bot’s awaiting eyes and clementine reminded you just how badly you wanted her by sneaking a hand to the curve of your ass.
“god, i need you so bad, clem!” you rubbed your legs together, with a little hope she wouldn’t notice (oh, she noticed). “i need you to fuck me—i need you to fuck me like i’m only yours.”
you grabbed at her arm, positioning it to sit on your inner thigh. clementine looked at you as if you were the most pitiful thing there was, and by the desperation in your voice, you probably were.
“i don’t want those guys, baby—i want you… please.”
she squeezed your thigh, a satisfied look in her eyes. “jump up.” is all she said and you knew exactly what she wanted. you used her shoulders for support as you hopped up and hugged your legs around her torso. she held onto the flesh of your ass and set you on the kitchen counter.
“oh, pretty girl, m’ gonna **** you so dumb you’ll forget the names momo, doc, and ******* baltazar.”
and just like she promised, she wasted no time pushing aside your skirt and shoving down your panties. cold, metallic fingers already swiping your slit, ripping a guttural moan from your throat.
you made a compelling case, clementine didn’t hold her jealousy against you. but every time she thought back on your time at the flat, she couldn’t get the image of you being gushed over by her friends out of her head.
now she wished the outsiders were here, standing at the door of her apartment… watching with wide eyes as clementine fucks you so good, you’re chanting her name like a broken record.
“oh, ah! clem!”
yeah, just like that.
the image of you sopping wet on a wooden counter with your companion girlfriend’s fingers rubbing against your cunt was utterly obscene. your pretty, little panties hung at your feet and two arms looped around a robotic neck; clementine’s body situated between your legs to keep you wide open and you were overheating far more than her computer head could ever.
“god, you’re dripping—and just from me. just for me.” she whirled, which was almost like a robotic purr.
your legs were absolutely shaking and you couldn’t keep your mouth from being agape. eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed; there was a sheen of sweat glossing your skin, which clementine has always thought was pretty—like glass (she has no idea why humans do it).
she put a finger underneath your chin, guiding it up for you to face her. “look at me, baby.” she cooed, head tilted with those same lidded pixels and smile—though, she stared at you much more in adoration this time… with a little lace of self-pride.
you were hers, just hers. just her little crybaby with wet, fat tears in your eyes. just her’s to fuck.
and while the other outsiders probably stroked themselves to the thought of you hopped up on a table, crying for them—she got to actually see it.
just her.
clementine just stared at you for a moment, forcing you to stare right back. and she smiled a little wider at the sight of you so desperately trying to keep those little eyelids open for her—because she said to.
and then she stopped.
she stopped her movements, stopped her artificial thumb from circling your clit, stopped her two other fingers from keeping your pussy open.
oh, and you whined. whined at the loss of her.
that picture of her friends watching her fuck you returned. they would be mortified. mortified at seeing you being undone by someone who’s not them. they would beg for a chance to be the ones who make you cry like that.
and she would just glance at them, with a boastful smile.
she stayed like that for too many seconds, you thought. just watching you, watching you squirm to get back that contact.
and then, all at once, she stuffed her large fingers into your puffy cunt, seeing your face contort in pleasure. and she pumped them in and out and in and out.
you were sure her hand was just as wet as you were.
the hotboxed room was filled with lewd squelching noises, noises she wanted more of, and your moans and whimpers.
her’s, her’s, her’s.
not doc’s, not momo’s, not zabaltazar’s.
her’s—clementine’s.
“could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness.
“you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?”
oh, god, and how badly you were falling apart—like she broke you down brick by brick until you were nothing but puddy in her big, big hands.
she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears.
could you even respond? your voice would definitely be gone the next morning.
“no, clem! o..only you!” you practically cried.
pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking.
