Boys Don't Cry - sub!Adam Glenn/He-Man x gn!reader smut | WC: 916
WARNINGS! not proofread! dacryphilia/sexy crying, overstimulation, plot what plot, written from a gay perspective but I worked to keep it neutral, because Nicholas Galitzine He-Man does special things to everyone. haven't written smut in actual ages but idk this beefcake just does smth to me. kind of fluffy at the end
filth below!
Oh Adam, how pretty he is on his knees, presenting his body to you. Those big shoulders back, his big perky chest forward, his big aching member struggling to get hard again between his big flexed thighs. It’s a sight to behold, a man of legendary power, utterly powerless to you.
His hazel eyes meet yours through long lashes and hooded lids, heavy with a mix of need and overwhelm. His lips part as you caress one of his pecs, fingers occasionally brushing against his nipple. The gentle stimulation is all too much and not enough, his groans and whimpers floating through the air, until his voice cuts through the chorus.
“I- uh - Can I- or you, ah,” He’s just too cute, the cutest big beefcake in all of the universe, unable to meet your gaze, staring at the floor. When he gets like this, you almost want to give him anything. But, he’s also just too fun of a toy to play entirely nice with, “Ohh shit- sorry,” so you had to cut him off with a pinch to the nipple between your fingers.
“Your words, you can use them, big strong man.” You half teased, half praised after the sudden shock to his system.
“C’n I touch you? Just- hn- can I please touch you? Please?” He begged, your heart melting from the pool in your stomach growing ever-hotter. You can’t even pretend you aren’t throbbing from his darling obedience anymore, smiling at him.
“So sweet, so polite, of course you can, Pet. My Adam.” You gently brush the hair stuck to his skin away, planting a kiss on his warm forehead, savoring the taste of his salty sweat and the soothing grip on your thigh. He lays his head against his hand, looking up at you with a whine, and.. “Woah,” There are tears welling up in his pretty eyes, threatening to spill over his defined face. “Fuck, Adam.. ’s alright, we can-”
“No, please don’t stop touching me, your hands feel so good,” He blinked hard, and two fat tears streaked down his bronzed cheeks, falling onto his thick squirming thighs, “I wanna go again for you, make you proud, do whatever you want, just- fuck. Please don’t stop.” He’s a mess of tears and snot and cute flushed cheeks, and you just want to ravish him.
“Sit up, against the wall,” You command, taking mental note of how his swollen cock jumps at your darker tone of voice. You’ll certainly be thinking of that when you have to settle for your imagination while he’s gone on some adventure. “So fucking good for me, now spread those legs, pretty prince,” and he does, whining at the loss of friction, bucking towards the hands tracing his torso in a desperate attempt to get it back. You trace a finger from his V-line all the way up to his mouth, before opening your hand in front of his face. “Spit.” Adam, ever the gentleman, makes an effort to do so quietly, and it’s stupid hot. A string of saliva connects his pouty lips to your now wet hand, moving down past his abs to his proudly standing member. Without warning, you wrap your hand around his thick tip and start stroking slowly, eliciting a long, strained
“fuck,” and a sharp thrust from the larger man in front of you, who you just realized is still crying. Hot. You move your free hand to one of his perky tits, and he practically sobs out the word “sensitive,” when you pinch a nipple between your fingers and pick up the pace of your strokes.
“Feeling good, Prince?” you whisper, smiling into the crook of his neck, pressing your face into his hot tears, noticing the hair on his neck raising, a sign that you’ve come to understand means he’s getting close to the edge.
“Ssso fuckin- ohh my God, so good, M’not gonna- last-” Those needy moans just push you further, stroking him faster, watching in hot horny amazement as his muscular frame begins to tremble and tense, little bolts of power shooting from his curled toes and bunched up fists. “Please don’t- agh- don’t stop, m’so close, fuck!” With one last pinch to his sensitive nipples, he threw his head back, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the two of you, bucking his hips, reaching his third peak of the night with a strangled, cracking groan.
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He’s basking in the afterglow, smiling at you as you play with his hair and wipe the residue of various fluids off of his stunning body, hands lingering a bit too long on his pretty abs. You can’t help but start giggling, making Adam raise a curious eyebrow.
“What is it?” He asked, “Aw ew, did I get some in my hair again?” Now you’re really laughing, struggling to collect yourself long enough to speak without falling back into a fit of the giggles.
“Sorry, sorry! It’s just, I’m remembering that song you used to listen to all the time, it’s a bit ironic, no?” You can see him trying to make sense of what you’re saying to no avail, as he raises his brow slightly higher. Poor hunk came his brains out, so you have to be a bit more direct by singing the chorus. “I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes..”
He joins you, with a little chuckle and slurred words, “Because boys, they don’t cry..”
here's a cutesy Adam I drew as a present for reading all the way though :D hope you enjoyed! it's 4:39 AM now!
