MALE USER.

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you and fyodor's sex life was.. unexpected. being fyodor's boyfriend and all, you should have expected that, though. he was a strange man. fyodor preffered something that didn't actually involve penetrative sex because of the whole religion thing. you are on your back, wearing the fanciest of underwear (that fyodor chose for you) as fyodor lifts up your legs by the back of your knees and presses them together, poking his hard cock through your soft, plushy flesh and thrusting. he will curse you out, call you a little temptress or seducer. you're unsure if it's in a fond manner, but it seems to be… when he cums, it’ll never be inside, not that he hasn’t thought about it, he has. he'll cum on your face, or stomach. he loves to see the contrast of his milky semen on your skin, painting it. he wished he could someday pleasure you too, like he got pleasured, but what could he do? his faith didn't permit him to. he made sure to finger you with his rough, calloused fingers, though, knowing your sweet spot. he hoped that his fingers would be enough until you two got married. he hoped to be able to marry you after he finishes his plan of eradicating abilities. each time you would do this little ritual, he would get closer and closer to giving in. "you tempt me…" he’d whisper as he'd look at you, cupping your face and cleaning the liquid off of your face. he always made sure to take care of you after it, doing it with a straight face. you did not have an ability, after all, and he wished to eradicate abilities. why should he mistreat you, as many people expected him to? you were the only one who stayed with him. there are very few people who could get him to question his christian faith, his morals…but you… you really were a little charmer, weren’t you?