#if strade isn't disgusting and sweaty and gross I DON'T WANT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hiskillingjar]

helloooo, hope youre having a nice day :) can we maybe get mc huffing strades sweaty pits? im am a very normal anon who can be trusted around stinky men, if you cant tell

you....you understand me, anon. like nobody else. this is totally pornographic and ya'll better be cool with it.

600+ words. we're on some faggot shit

The headboard of Strade's bed banged rhythmically with each hard thrust, accompanying grunts, groans and whimpers, and the sound of slapping flesh on flesh.

He had you on your front, hands and knees, head down and ass up. Stereotypical, really. Or, your head would have been down if he didn't have his thick fingers fisted in your hair, pulling your neck and chest upright as he fucked into you hard.

"Nghhh-" You moaned mindlessly, your drooling mouth wide open and panting as the headboard banging got a little less rhythmic and erratic, the more he went on.

You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as he let out a gritted teeth groan, irritated by how long this was taking.

"Fuck, you're taking a lot out of me today, you little whore," He grunted, his accent thick, each breath heavy as he let go of your hair and placed his hand on your hips. "Let's have you doing some of the work, hm?"

You whined as he pulled out of you (feeling somehow empty without his pulsing cock), though you couldn't mourn the loss for long before he was man-handling you into a new position, pulling you into his lap, yanking your soft thighs apart and forcing your head down, so that he could wrap his arm around it, lodging you deep into the grove of his armpit, and keep you still in a tight headlock.

"Mmph…" You murmured, still a little dazed, your lids fluttering as he slid back inside of you and resumed thrusting, his other hand on your hip, forcing them to bob in time and putting a little more effort on your part.

He was already sweaty before this from a hard day of work, evidenced by wet stains in the pits of his overshirt and a thick, sour smell of sweat lingering on his tan and damp skin. Despite popular belief, he actually showered every day, but that wasn't enough to keep up with what he got up to (nor did it keep up with his German genes, he blamed it on once).

Sex had exerted him all the more though, and the scent of sweat and sex, deep and heady and teeth-achingly addictive, had only gotten worse, which meant being nestled so close to his armpits was sending you into absolute fucking overdrive.

"Goddduh-" You moaned stupidly, feeling your body tighten involuntarily when you felt the thick, wet hair that dusted his armpits against the corner of your mouth.

"Oh yeah, you like that?" He asked between pants, sliding a little deeper inside you, like he was trying to penetrate an organ (and you wouldn't have put it past him. "Your pussy is clinging onto me, so you must like it an awful lot, liebling." He laughed and flexed his bicep a little tighter, squeezing around your neck and making your head rush all the more.

"You're so fucking gross," You slurred, gasping as he pulled out of you and pressed the head of his cock up against your erect clit, stimulating it but barely. "Nghhhhh, so disgustinggg…guhh..."

"Mm, you like that though, don't you?" He teased, shifting his arm up a little more so that you were pressed right up against the deepest groove of his armpit, your nose nestling against the damp hairs, breathing in the thick, rich smell of his sweat. "You wanna be fucked by someone as gross as me, which, if you think about it," He breathed out, sliding back inside of you and feeling you grow tighter. "Makes you even grosser than me."

You couldn't resist a deep moan as you buried yourself more against his skin and dragged your tongue over him, tasting his body, tasting the thick scent, the sour, salty taste of his sweat.

"Gaaah," He groaned, squeezing your neck even tighter. "You little freak…"

"So fucking good," You murmured, your voice thick with demented lust as you delved your tongue back against his armpit, moaning as it worked its way against the sweaty and warm fold of fat, muscle and flesh, and your cunt squeezed even tighter against his pounding cock. "You smell so fucking good."