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“Tubbo’s asleep.” Schlatt’s voice peaked up, catching your attention as you laid on the bed. You raise your head from your phone to see him leaning against the doorway. He was shirtless, his plaid pajama pants hung low on his hips. He had gained over the years raising Tubbo, a dad bod, and, god, did it fit him so well. The mutton chops, the horns, and then the perfect fix of muscle and fat for his chest. You never regretted getting with him and he looked so perfect.
“No struggle? Must be our lucky night.” You commented, putting your phone on the nightstand. Schlatt walked towards to bed pinning you down, his arms trapping you.
“It could be,” He smiled, before connecting his lips to yours.
You move your hands to grip at his hair. He moved his legs, one on each side of your legs. His lips felt amazing against yours, you never wanted to stop kissing him. He ground his hips down against yours, drawing a gasp from your lips. His tongue instantly entered your mouth, claiming his dominance. One of his arms was used to hold himself up, but the other moved to palm your breast through your shirt. Your hands still clung to his hair as you panted into his mouth.
“You’re so good for me, absolutely perfect.” He praised, removing his hand from your chest to run it through your hair. Your eyes were locked, and your face heated up. You nodded and hummed in response. “Let’s get these clothes off of you then, princess.”
He pulled your shirt off, grabbing it from the bottom and lifting it over your head. His hands were pulling down your pajama shorts before it even hit the floor. He reconnected your lips as his hands toyed with the sides of your panties. He kept his hands at your hips as he moved his lips against yours.
“Let me eat you out, yeah?” He said, pulling away. He had a cheesy smile on his face.
“Please,” You whined. He moved down until his head was down by your hips. He moved your legs, bending your knees up to make room for him. His fingers got underneath the band under your panties, and your hips lifted as he pulled them down.
His hands went underneath your bum, his thumbs rubbing circles right outside of where you needed him. “You’re so fucking wet already, baby. You smell so fucking good.”
He groaned out before connecting his mouth to your aching pussy. His hands held your hips up a bit, lifting your butt off the bed. Your head flew back as his tongue dived into your heat. He lapped like a starved man and you resorted to biting the back of your hand to contain your noises.
Your legs were moved above his shoulders as he lifted your bottom half just a big higher. You gasped as his nose bumped against your clit. You could feel ever movement he made against your warm walls. He would wiggle his tongue around when you let out particularly high groans.
Your free hand flew back to his hair, gripping tightly pushing him into your pussy. Your thighs were threatening to close as your muscles clenched.
“Schlatt, Schlatt,” You pointed out. “I’m so close.”
He didn’t respond, instead moving his tongue faster and moving one of his hands to wrap around and rub circles on your clit.
Your thighs shook, your feet meeting around his head as you climaxed. You groaned into your hand. He stopped his attack on your clit but continued lapping up all of your release.
He removed himself from your pussy, pulling his head back and looked up at you. You slick was all around his mouth. He panted, releasing a quiet, “fuck.”
“All fours, right now.” He commanded. He flipped your hips over, not waiting for you to obey. He hurriedly pulled his pajama pants down and pumped his throbbing dick slowly. He watched you adjust to support yourself on your hands and knees, despite your weak legs from your past orgasm.
“So fucking good for me, so obedieant.” He whispered praise as his hands met your hips, aligning his cock against your swollen pussy. You whined as the head bumped against your still sensitive heat.
Schlatt was not slow to insert himself inside of you. Choosing to do it in one movement. He groaned, closing his eyes, adjusting to your tight warmth. You dropped down to your forearms, moaning out at the painful pleasure.
His grip tightened on your hips as he pulled himself out slowly before slamming back in. You moaned loudly, almost screaming. Schlatt continued to slam into you, one hand staying on your hip and the other moving to your shoulder. He pushed you back to meet his hips as he pistoned inside of you.
There were tears in your eyes from the pleasure. It felt like he was destroying your insides. Your only thoughts were Schlatt and how it felt like your legs were going to give out any second.
“Such a fucking whore.” He said, wrapping one of his hands to pull you up, your back meeting his chest. His hand moved to grip the base of neck, his other went to clasp around your mouth. He never wavered his thrusts inside of you.
“If you wake him up, I won’t fuck you for weeks.” Schlatt whispered into your ear. “You would hate that, wouldn’t you? Such a slut for me.”
You nodded your head, telling him you understood. Your eyes clamped shut as the burning tears were flowing out. He removed his hand from your mouth. He removed the hand from your neck and you collapsed down onto the bed. Your arms no longer supporting you, your chest was pressed on the bed, your hips raised in the air.
Schlatt moved his hands back to your hips. He could feel how you clamped around his cock and was getting close.
“You feel so good around me. So tight.” He groaned out. You whined, his words going straight to the growing heat in your stomach. “I’m gonna fill you up so good. Pump you full of my cum. Breed you till your round.”
You released a quiet yell, his words bringing you over the edge. Your hands were tightly clamped around your sheets. Your pussy clenched around him as you met your second release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He groaned, his cock pumping in and out of your tight walls a few time before he met his release. His cum painting your insides. He kept his hips pressed against yours as he groaned.
He pulled out and your lower half collapsed onto the bed. Schlatt plopped down onto the bed beside you. His head turned and noticed your eyes closed.
“Are you okay, babe.” He asked, his hand reaching out to cup the side of your face.
“Yeah, perfect.” You nodded. “I just can’t use my body yet.”