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GEIJU TSUKA ( Yandere Simulator ) secretly collected your ( ♂ ) cum to make it into paint and uses it for his pieces. Not sure if it creeped you out or turned you on, ― but thinking about it explained why he demanded you to always cum inside him and refused any form of aftercare that'd lead to you cleaning him out. You were honestly more concerned about how he can even use cum as paint, nonetheless how it makes for an easy commission ― and then there's still the matter of Geiju feeling the need to steal your seed instead of...I don't know, jack off into a cup, or something. (Which is exactly what you asked.)

"I like the humiliation of it," is what he bluntly said like it wasn't another shocking (kinky) reveal of his. Once again, you didn't know how to feel towards that, but it managed to give you a boner on the spot, so at least you got to try something different during sex (and gave Geiju some new "material").

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You ( ♂ ) and JASON DEAN ( Heathers ) snuck away to your car parked across the street where he lays, naked, on the back seat under you with your hands tightly gripping his thighs to spread them far open. Your lips can't move away from each other, exchanging breathless moans of pleasure. It's when you finally release your erection he momentarily breaks the kiss to plea: "Fu...fuck me already..." You happily do so, entering your whole length in one hard thrust that entails a fast, steady rhythm in your hips, causing the car to rock.

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You ( ♂ ) can't rush fucking (teenage) LEOPOLD STOTCH ( South Park ) even if it's the fifth or so time. Your thrusts must be slow and steady, no matter how much he hiccups in pain from your rocking motions. His head bends far back as his cracking voice moans and wails from your length tearing him open. A few tears never stop falling, either; each thrust generates tiny droplets splashing off Butters' puffy, red cheeks. Still, you push your body forward, intensifying your thrusts against his bottom. Your skin repeatedly claps the harder you penetrate your member, summoning more tears to stream down Butters' temples and his usual fluffy blonde hair to stick to his sweat-covered forehead. He simply continues whimpering when a warm, gooey sensation overfills his already cramped innards.

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PAVITR PRABHAKAR ( Into the Spider-Verse ) is obsessed with you ( ♂ ) doggy-fucking him. He legit cries for you to cum inside him as you stretch his arms behind him from the tight hold around his wrists. You forcefully pull him back against your thrusts, all the while tears spill out his heart-shaped eyes, begging you to breed him like a filthy mutt.

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Every time TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI'S ( Tokyo Revengers ) eyelids start closing, they snap back open when he feels your ( ♂ ) member's tip lazily brush against his most sensitive spot. H― how can he even be sleeping...? He mentally whines, immediately whipping his head back against his pillow once he felt your body shift over him, unconsciously pushing your member right onto his gland. Ughh...! Your dick he already found ecstasy-filling is only added that you are literally lying on him, naked, softly breathing against his flushed neck. Now there is no escaping the unintended pleasure you are giving him.

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You ( ♂ ) love reducing the usual abrasive and aggressive MIGUEL OHARA ( Into the Spider-Verse ) into a crying, ahegao-wearing sub. He always has such a mouth on him when it comes to demanding orders for the universal Spider-Mans (including you) without a single care, so you take it upon yourself to remind him he isn't the only one in charge by stripping away his usual prideful masculinity. This usually results in having Miguel repeatedly bounce up and down from the tip of your length to the base of your balls, your wide chest pressed against his back that he involuntarily arches to suck the long girth to the deepest depth of his slippery walls.

"What a dirty whore you've become, Mr. Ohara~" Your hands have a strong grip around his thick, scarred thighs to help his body maintain the rough movement he merely cries and moans at your re-entry into his body. "Look at you," you whisper right by his ear, "your body still wants more even though my cock is destroying your pussy." Miguel's head rolls back against your shoulder once you start humping against his rising then falling bottom. His already flushed-red complexion, buried under streams of tears, burns hotter at the feeling of himself clenching around your erection. "Aw, does the dirty whore want to cum?" You keep him lifted high enough so just your tip remains inside him, making him whine. "Go ahead then," you drop him all the way back down, "cum from my dick piercing your slutty pussy until you have all my babies~"