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“Darling, do you mind- ooh!"
You giggled gently as Venomous came up behind you and kissed your neck gently, holding your waist with his strong hands.
"What do you need, honey...?"
You giggled again as he nuzzled against the crook of your neck.
“I can’t reach the garlic salt… can you get it for me, baby? Please?”
He kissed up your neck, more forceful this time, pressing each kiss deliberately further and further until he was right next to your ear.
“You’re so small, darling… it’s adorable.”
While still holding you (and still kissing your neck), he opened the cabinet and got the garlic salt. He, truly, was just trying to show off at this point.
It wasn’t like it wasn’t working.
“Get off me, you goof. I gotta finish making dinner.”
He nuzzled against your neck again and nearly purred, “Oh, but you’re so warm… I just want to stay close to you.”
Your breath hitched in surprise as his hands trailed under your shirt, resting comfortably on your stomach.
"Baby... I have to make dinner, or Fink will get upset..."
He chuckled gently and dug his nails into your skin, brushing his teeth agains your neck.
"Don't worry about her, darling. She can wait a little longer for food, right? Right now, I want to just eat you up..."
His hands moved farther up your body to sit right under your chest, squeezing the skin there gently.
"You're perfect, honey. Absolutely perfect."
His hands didn’t stay on your chest for long, instead choosing to delve lower, right above the hem of your pants.
“Mmm, baby-” “Shh, darling, let me make you feel good…”
His forked tongue licked up your neck, the prerequisite to a gentle bite left tastelessly high.
He shifted his hips forward ever-so-slightly, hands quickly making work of your pants. He knew what he wanted, and he- clearly- was getting it now.
“So beautiful…”
A gentle moan left your lips as he bit your neck again- harder, this time. His hips surreptitiously pressed into your ass from time to time (though, it wasn’t like you didn’t notice. It’s more that you had more… pressing matters to attend to).
Almost in an instant, he had you leaned over the countertop, your pants and underwear pushed down to your ankles. You felt far too exposed like this, but thoughts of trying to cover up quickly faded away as his hand came to knead the fat of your ass.
“I’ve always loved your ass, honey. It’s so perfect. Just like you, I suppose. Everything about you is perfect, darling.”
He slapped your ass once, twice, three times before you heard his own zipper and shuffle of denim.
“Ugh, I can’t wait to just…”
He rubbed his cock against your ass, pressing the fat around it tighter. A terse moan left his lips before he was positioning himself at your entrance.
(You were just thankful that you had fucked recently, so you were already relatively prepped.)
His breath faltered as he pushed inside, his hands gripping your hips like a vise. You didn’t mind one bit.
Once he bottomed out, he stayed there for a moment, just letting himself relish in the way you felt around him.
“Darling, you’re everything I could possibly ever want-!”
He punctuated his statement of adoration with an experimental roll of his hips. All he truly did was push himself deeper inside you, but even just that slight friction left you breathless and aching for more.
“B-Baby, you feel so fucking good…!” you whined, eyes screwing closed as your hands searched the counter top for something to hold on to.
He chuckled in satisfaction before pulling out of your tight heat momentarily, just to press right back in with a shuddering groan.
“I wish I could knock you up, honey… I wanna see you all fat and needy with my baby. You’d be so cute-!”
The pace he’d set wasn’t rough, but god, was it fast. He tended to prefer fast over hard.
(Not that he didn’t love punishing you with dreadfully deep thrusts that left you sore and satisfied.)
“M-Me too, baby- I wanna give you my everything, everything for you…”
Venomous just merely moaned in response, his thrusts verging on sloppy. He never was good at holding out for long.
In a sudden rush of energy, you leaned up from the counter and connected your lips with his, moving your hips up and down on his fat cock.
Once you broke away, he pushed you back down roughly, holding you down in between your shoulder blades.
“Naughty, dirty thing. Kissing me like some glorified whore-! Mmh, you’re just a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
You nodded with a needy moan.
Unsure what to do with your hands, you tangled them in your own hair, taking his fucking like the glorified whore he claimed you thought you were.
The pressure on your back grew heavier as his entire torso laid on top of yours, his hips only snapping into yours harder. Your hair stood on the back of your neck as he panted scandalously in your ear.
“Darling, oh fuck, [X], I love you so much…!”
You carelessly replied with an anticlimactic confession of your own before you approached your orgasm. You could barely control your moans as he fucked you through your high, ending up pushing you on the brink of overstimulation.
He kept up the pace, if anything it just getting more bruising. You only truly realized that he was probably sexually frustrated, what with most of your sex-capades being cut short by Fink.
The little devil.
Suddenly, he announced his orgasm and slammed into you one final time before cumming deep inside you, leaning down to bite your neck in a final sha-bang.
After a few moments of calm silence, he let go of your neck and started kissing the red mark in an attempt to soothe it. He was always once for marks during sex, so the pain didn’t bother you as much anymore, but the attempt at comfort alone made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Still having not pulled out, he moved his hand away from your back, allowing you to finally raise your body up.
"I don't wanna move... you still feel so good around me."
You giggled as a devious thought graced your mind. All it took was a simple roll of your hips for him to nearly collapse.
"Who says you need to pull out, baby? We could always go for round two..."
His signature smirk appeared on his face before he gently pushed you back down on the counter. He leaned down silently, solemnly, before purring, "You're naughty. I love it about you."
You could barely catch your breath before he was pounding into you again, no remorse left in his needy thrusts.
You definitely weren't complaining.