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⇢ ˗ˏˋ neuvillette ࿐ྂ ♪ cw. drabble, masturbating- 🤠 ✿ synopsis: neuvillette just couldn't wait for papa bear to come home 😔
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some men might feel ashamed about the fact that they need their partners to help them get off, but not him. he'd never feel the least bit or even the tiniest bit shame of you.
if anything, he finds it so fascinating that he thinks it's the coolest thing in the world how effortlessly you can make him cum.
the moment you get home and get into your shared bed, he knows all his troubles will be solved. regardless of whether you help him with your lips or hands, the first orgasm always approaches quickly.
but, for the time being, since you're not here, Neuvillette has to get by.
and since you didn't allow any toys in the house.. he must be creative.
standing next the mattress and fucking into the pillow you typically sleep on is the only thing that ever seems to work. it's messy, and it will leave you without a clean pillow, but the pleasure is well worth it.
he will thrust into the pillow in an uncoordinated, sloppy manner. he closes his eyes to fully immerse himself in the moment while wearing a lazy smile.
he thinks of you, softly whining your name under his breath as he fucks this makeshift you into the mattress, the bedframe emitting occasionally squeaks as he moves.
he has done this so frequently that he no longer fucks anything. early on, the immersion would be ruined when his cock slipped out from the pillow.
why would he allow it to happen here with this pillow when he'd never allow himself to slip out from between your legs?
it puts him in a foul mood when things don't go well for him, especially when you're not there to comfort him and give him a deep sense of affection.
today, he gets so distracted fucking into imaginary you that he doesn't even hear the real you coming back inside through the door, gazing upon him in this beautiful, horny state that others would consider themselves lucky to be able to witness.
you give no alert to your presence, no calling out, no loud footsteps. You simply creep over to him and softly slide your arms around his hips, holding on tight and rocking along with him as he continues fucking into the pillow.
"Did you miss me while I was gone? I think you did." You coo at him, tracing your finger down his navel.
"It's raining pretty heavy outside,"you said wrapping your fingers around his base, a devious smirk coming to your face "bet it'll be pouring once i stick this in, huh?"
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