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Somehow this box was a lot bigger than you were expecting it to be. You don’t know why, when you ordered the Valdivian Coin-Operated Companion the website did specify it was life sized. But this thing must be at least 6 feet tall. At least it should be worth the money.

Being in “labor limbo” has been really difficult for you. It’s been harder and harder to leave the house, to take proper care of yourself, and you’ve even started talking to your furniture like a crazy person. And dating is a pain. You’ve tried messaging people on multiple apps, but it’s always the same thing, just a matter of time before they send the dumbest pickup lines imaginable, or worse; unsolicited dick pics. You’ve been really lonely lately, even considering taking some of those creeps up on their offer just to feel something. So when you started getting ads for this… robot? Toy? Whatever it is, you couldn’t help but see the appeal. It’s a bit creepy in it’s own way but at least you’re in control.

It’s supposed to be intuitive and move at your pace. You’re not even sure if it’s anatomically correct, anyway (would that even be legal?). But you decided to ease up on ordering from Food Fetch and saved up to get one of your own. Which took less time than you thought for how expensive this robot thing was, that app really is a scam. The website didn’t have any pictures of the product but it assured you it would search through all of your data and create your perfect companion. Very weird, but who doesn’t have your data nowadays. Whatever. 

You open the box and the first thing you find is the instruction and care manual. You skim through it; blah blah blah insert token, blah blah turn the key, eject the coin to shut down, whatever.. Your companion is waterproof, solar-powered, doesn’t require food or sleep, etc. Kind of what you expected based on the website but good to know you have more info.

After unwrapping your new companion you step back to get a good look at him. He stands on his own, about 6’2”. He’s broad, looks a bit chubby from what you can see under his clothes, and very cute. A soft jaw with some light stubble, an adorable crooked nose. His eyes are closed but he has long, thick eyelashes and dark circles beneath them. He has very nice hands, big with long fingers and manicured fingernails. Is that the type of guy he is, or is that just a standard feature? They have him wearing a suit. Black and grey striped slacks, a white shirt and black vest with a grey wool coat and a red bowtie. He wears a short top hat, covering his dark, curly hair. This getup is probably because of all the vampire fanfic on your computer. Damn. Not that you mind; but wow, Valdivian really did send you just your type.

It’s kind of crazy how real he looks. His tan skin is warm, his hair feels real. He even has pores. If he wasn’t so eerily still you’d think you just had a regular man standing in your entryway. You could easily find yourself forgetting that this isn’t a real person.

You walk behind him and there, between his shoulder blades, you see the coin slot. It’s fairly ornate, and mostly there for decoration, with a wind-up key below it. You hold the token up to the slot and pause for a moment. Are you sure you want to do this? Is this too weird? You’re not even sure if you can return it at this point. Well, worst case you can shut it down and lock it away in the attic. You insert the coin and turn the key and you hear a soft humming sound from inside the companion. It almost looks like he’s breathing now. Moving back to his front, you wait as he opens his eyes.

He is stunned. For a few moments all he can do is stare at you. You are the most beautiful being he has ever laid his eyes on, like being in the same room with a goddess. He feels as if his heart is racing, as if he had one. This is love at first sight. You shift your gaze a bit, unsure of what’s about to happen as this man looks at you. Is he blushing? He snaps himself back to this reality and searches for his introduction. He clears his throat and bows slightly.

“Hello, my love. I am Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicianado, at your service. ” He leans forward to take your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. Oh, wow. 

You blush and introduce yourself to him. Maybe this isn’t too weird. Right?

“It’s an honor to be graced by your presence.” He spoke sweetly. His voice was higher than you might have expected, but he smiled at you so warmly. You can tell he really meant it. 

“Oh, haha, that’s so nice of you to say.” You turn your face away from him and blush even harder. It was going to be hard to adjust to this kind of attention. Most guys you’ve talked to lately are just gross and rude and you know they only want to get laid. “Would you like to take off your hat and coat? Do you… overheat? Or something?”

He smiles at you again and removes his hat, revealing a lot more of that curly hair you could see peeking out. “I won’t overheat but if you wish I can get more comfortable for you, my love.”

You take his coat and hat from him and move to go upstairs. You look back and he remains in his place by the front door, brown eyes sparkling at you. God, they’re gorgeous.

 “Uh… I’ll be right back!” you call as you run upstairs to put his belongings in your closet. You wonder where you’re going to have him sleep tonight. Or wait, he doesn’t sleep. Or eat. Yeah this might be a little weird, actually.

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It’s been about a week since you received your Valdivian Coin-Operated Companion. Things are… kind of awkward. He’s very sweet and thoughtful, but it is a little off-putting that he already knows so much about you. You wake up to your favorite breakfast, the kitchen table set and ready for you. He sits with you to talk while you have your meal, and god, it’s always delicious, but it feels wrong that he doesn’t actually eat with you. He doesn’t need to but it would be nice if he could at least pretend.

But you’re getting used to it. Honestly with how real he looks and acts it feels like you just moved in with a stalker. And it’s weird, because despite being made as your ideal companion he doesn’t just agree with everything you say. It’s almost as if he has his own thoughts and feelings. Does he? Is that normal? It does help with some of the weirdness, you suppose, that he doesn’t feel like a mindless drone made to just bend to your every command. Or is that weirder? The company has been nice but you wonder if this is… problematic. What are the moral implications of this thing?

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So far you’ve been having him hang out in the attic while you sleep. The first night you had him stay in the living room and almost had a heart attack when you went downstairs to get some water in the middle of the night and he was just standing there. It’s better this way, for now at least. 

As you spend more time with him and get to know him the more comfortable it is. He’s been enjoying the movies you show him, and he always keeps a respectable distance from you on the couch. But you can tell there’s something more going on with him.

He looks at you like you’re the only one. And really you kind of are, considering the circumstances. But it feels different than that, like even if he could choose anyone in the world it would still always be you. He knows when you wake up and gets things ready for you in the morning. He cooks  and cleans for you, helps you get ready for bed. But not because he has to, he genuinely wants to make things easier for you. You never asked him to. His sole desire seems to be pleasing you and serving your happiness. You can’t help but wonder if this is programmed into him, but it’s nicer to just push that aside and enjoy it.

Hector truly does love you. You haven’t discovered yet that he can feel physical sensation and that  every time you brush against him or touch his arm it sets his heart ablaze. He yearns for your gaze, any slight look or touch from you; it’s what keeps him going. He would never dare intentionally make you uncomfortable, but he strives to make you happy in any way he can. His whole existence is for you, and not just because he was made that way. You are the sole object of his affection, his worship. By his own choice. Everything is for you. 

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On a particularly bad mental health day, you have a hard time getting yourself out of bed. Hector comes to check in on you and brings you water, but tries to give you some space. It destroys him to see you in such a state and he knows he must find a way to care for you. He searches through your hall closet and somewhere deep in the back he finds some scented candles. You must have gotten them as a gift and forgotten about them.

He goes to your bathroom and collects your bath products and runs a nice hot bubble bath for you. He turns off the lights, leaving just the soft glow of the candles. He pokes his head into your room and speaks softly to you.

“My love, I think it would do you some good to come take a nice relaxing bath.” 

You roll over and look at him, his sleeves rolled up, bathed in the candlelight. He looks so handsome, even with his brows pinched in concern. He’s smiling through it but it’s clear how worried he is for you. You stare through the darkness at him and can’t help but crack a small smile, cheeks flushing. With his sleeves pushed up you can see his arm hair and start to wonder… Is his chest hairy too? What does his body really look like? You quickly avert your eyes from his face and look next to him. He’s set up your skincare and haircare products by the tub, as well as a snack tray with fresh fruit that he cut up for you. You smell the candles and finally will yourself to roll out of bed and walk sluggishly to the bathroom. ’He put so much work into this for me, it would be rude to just stay in bed,’ you think. 

“I’ll leave you to your relaxation, my beauty. Let me know when you’re ready to get out and I’ll bring you a nice warm towel from the dryer.” He kisses your hand before heading downstairs.

You slowly strip down, not really wanting to take any care of yourself right now. But the bath looks so inviting. As you sink down into the bubbles you hear something… The piano downstairs? “At least someone can get some use out of it,” you say softly to yourself. Hector left the doors to the bathroom and bedroom cracked just enough that you can hear him playing for you. You blush at the thought of him putting all of this together to help you feel even a little bit better. You decide you owe it to him to enjoy yourself and do some real self care. You even find your rubber ducky in there with you. Cute. 

You close your eyes as you settle further into the hot water. This really is such a sweet gesture. You try to relax and clear your head but you can’t help but let your mind wander to Hector. He always has such sweet things to say, he’s so reassuring when you need to vent. He knows when to listen and when to give advice.The way he gets flustered when he notices your gaze, he always has a genuine smile for you. god, he’s just so adorable. Every now and then he seems to miss a cue, misunderstand what you say, and it’s just so endearing. You catch yourself watching him as he cooks for you. It feels so… romantic. It has to be weird to be this into him, but you just can’t help it. Something about the idea of being with him feels right.

You pick at the fruit on the tray next to you and get lost in your thoughts again. ‘What would it be like… to be with him? To hold him, to kiss him? Oh, god-’ you cover your face with your hands. You imagine what it would be like to feel his body. You know he’s warm. How soft is he? What does he feel like? Does he feel? You get a pang of arousal as you think about what he may look like underneath his clothes. He definitely treats you better than any relationship you've been in before, and god knows better than any scummy guy from those dating apps ever could. You should probably take it slow… The way he acts around you he might actually short circuit if you just try to jump him. You take a deep breath and try to focus on yourself for the remainder of your time in the bath. You definitely have a lot to consider.

After about an hour of enjoying your snacks and alone time in the tub you call down for Hector. He rushes up to you as promised with a fresh, warm towel for you. He averts his eyes as he enters the bathroom and offers his hand to assist you out of the tub. You’re a bit flustered at the gesture but let him help you. The feeling of holding his hand like this sends shockwaves through you as you look at him. Such a gentleman, you can tell he would never even think of looking at you in this state without permission. You’re not sure anymore if the heat you’re feeling is from the bath or from him. 

Reluctantly you let go of his hand after clearing the tub and head into your bedroom. Along with the towel he also freshly laundered your pajamas and has a new glass of water ready for you. You turn around to thank him but he’s already gone to take your empty tray to the kitchen. 

Hector rushes down the stairs as fast as he can. That was quite risky of him. As he rounds the corner towards the kitchen he looks down at himself, a tent forming in his pants. Just the thought of being so close to you in a state of undress was enough to make his head spin and now he’s gone and done it. He hurries to the sink in an attempt to hide his shame. He shouldn’t be doing things like this without your permission. God, just imagine if you found out the way he thinks of you at night when he’s alone in the attic, wishing he could be close to you. He’s snuck a peek at you sleeping a few times and the guilt is almost too much to bear. The burning desire he feels to even just hold you while you sleep, it’s going to be the death of him.

He can’t help but let his mind wander briefly, to think of truly pleasing you; iIf you’d ever let him. The sounds he would love to draw from you, helping you truly relax. He needs to stop himself before he goes too far.

You change into your clean pajamas and head downstairs to see him by the sink washing up. 

“Thank you so much for this, Hector. I really appreciate you being here for me” You lean your head against his back. Are you really catching feelings? It’s not that weird, right? It’s fine. Totally fine. You decide to push the reality of what he is to the back of your mind. It doesn’t really matter. This can be real.

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You flop down on the sofa and exhale deeply. Working in the attic has been rough but it was worth it. You got some old furniture unpacked and set it up as a private bedroom for Hector. You’ve given him an old desk, it’s a bit wobbly but was still in too good of shape to throw out when you got your new one. He doesn’t need a bed but you kept a loveseat from before you got your living room set and got it cleaned up for him. 

It felt weird just leaving him alone in there all night with nothing to do. His eyes lit up when you gave him a box full of notebooks, sketchbooks and pens. The way he talks to you makes it clear he has a creative streak and now he can more freely express himself.

And express himself he does. He fills the books in no time and timidly asks if you would buy him more. You wonder what he’s been writing down but he would be mortified if you saw. Page after page of you, only you. The fantasies run wild on the page now that he can finally let them out somewhere. Hector is certain you would be upset if you could see what he imagines doing to you. Nothing nefarious but… definitely crossing into obsessive. 

Thoughts of laying you down gently, slowly kissing and teasing you. Kissing your neck from behind while you’re working in your office. Of grabbing you and taking you on the kitchen table after breakfast. Making you moan for him, filling your mind and pussy with himself and keeping you there for hours. He would be mortified if you knew. 

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Hector has taken it upon himself to do your usual chores for you. You appreciate it greatly, it’s definitely better than letting things pile up. Today you’ve gone out to run some errands so he knows he’ll be alone for a while. He decides now is the perfect time to do your laundry. He brings your hamper downstairs to the laundry room and begins sorting through your clothes. His face gets hot as he reaches in and grabs a pair of your panties. This pair is pink with a lace trim. Hector rubs the cloth between his fingers as he examines them. His mind races, flashing between guilt and arousal. ‘This is wrong… I need to control myself.’ He panics as he shoves the underwear back down into the hamper. 

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself and returns to his task. After a few minutes the panties reappear. He just holds them in his hand and stares. ‘Oh, my love… How I’d love to see you in these…’ His mind wanders as he imagines you lying on your bed, waiting for him, in these panties. You motion for him to come to you and he practically falls over himself, desperate to bring you any pleasure you could want. Before he knows it he’s shoving the wicked fabric in his pocket. He knows it’s wrong but he can’t help himself. ‘I can just slip these in next time,’ He reasons as he begins filling the washing machine. 

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Hector has been mostly in charge of your grocery lists nowadays. As you arrive home from running your errands Hector eagerly runs to the door to help you bring in the bags. 

“Welcome home, my love! I hope you had a nice trip out! I’ve finished your laundry and have prepared you a snack, if you wish.” He beams at you, seeing you is the highlight of his day. He tries not to let on the guilt he feels from you panties burning a hole in his pocket.

“Thank you so much, Hector!” You do genuinely appreciate everything he does around the house. You’ve finally had the energy to apply for jobs, go out and buy real food, and even spend some time talking to friends. 

Hector begins putting away the groceries. You stand in the entryway to the kitchen and watch. He feels your gaze on him and tries to hide his flushed face. He looks so cute flitting about the kitchen, putting this in the fridge, that in the cupboard. He’s wearing one of the new outfits you bought for him. It looks a bit more comfortable than what he came with but you tried to keep with the vibe.

He now sports a new pair of dark grey trousers and a white striped button-down shirt. His sleeves are rolled up again, showing off his arms. He has on suspenders and no vest, but has kept his red tie and brooch. You’ve told him he doesn’t need to wear shoes in the house but he kept slipping with his socks on so you bought him a pair of classic pink bunny slippers. They look out of place but they are absolutely adorable on him and he cherishes them as much as any other gift you could give him.

After finishing his task he trots over to you and kisses your hand. You love his little gestures of affection. Clearly trying to keep boundaries with you but he can’t help giving you something to show how he feels about you.

“My beauty. Please relax and unwind from your outing. I have to prepare for dinner, but I would be thrilled to join you after to watch TV.” He gives you a shy smile. ‘God, he is so cute,’ you muse. 

“Of course, Hector. I appreciate you.” The words send tingles all over his body. He can only hope he could make you feel the same. 

As you flop down on your sofa and begin channel surfing, you can hear Hector in the kitchen. He’s making a marinade for your dinner, prepping vegetables; you already have a divine cake in the fridge that he made for you yesterday. For someone who doesn’t eat he really knows how to cook.

He joins you on the couch when he finally gets a break. As he settles in you try to subtly move closer to him. Not too much, but noticeably less space than he usually gives you. He jumps a bit and his face flushes as he looks over to you. You keep your gaze on the TV, pretending like nothing is out of the ordinary. 

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You can smell the meal Hector has made for you from the living room. It smells absolutely amazing. You wander into the dining room as Hector is setting the table for you. The candelabra is lit, the lights are dim and he has your record player on. The mood is very romantic. Your feelings for Hector have been growing and you don’t even care about the implications of him being a coin-operated robot. 

You sit down in your seat and wait for Hector to join you. You’ve gotten used to the whole not eating thing by now. You just enjoy his food double for the both of you, and the company is even better. As he leans over the table to refill your water glass, his arm hovers over a candle for too long and he winces.

He winces? 

“Hector… Do you… Feel pain?” you ask, concerned and feeling kind of guilty for not considering this before. 

“Well, yes, my love. But not just pain, I feel sensations the same way you do!” He responds in a reassuring tone. “So it isn’t all bad! I believe it was mentioned in the manual that came with me.”

You feel kind of dumb. Maybe you should find that and read it more thoroughly.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry for not realizing that sooner! I’m an idiot.” you hide your head in your hands. Mere seconds later you feel a warm hand gently clutching your shoulder.

“My darling, nothing could be further from the truth. Please, you don’t deserve to feel this way about yourself.” He gives you a warm smile and you can’t help but drift away from the self depreciation and smile back. 

“Now, please. Do not worry about me! Enjoy your meal.”

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You stare at the clock on your dresser. 3:16am. You’ve been trying to get to sleep for hours and it is just not working out. As you roll onto your back you start thinking about earlier today. ‘So he can feel… Not just pain… I wonder if I could make him feel-’ your thoughts drift as your body starts to tingle and heat up. You think about Hector, your sweet house husband, basically, and what all you’d like to make him feel. Some of the new clothes you’ve gotten him are a bit less stiff and restricting, allowing you to get a better idea of his body. You feel arousal coiling in your stomach as you fully let your mind wander. 

‘Hm… Well, this might actually help me get to sleep…’, you smirk to yourself as you reach your hand under your sleep shirt and rub your breast. You moan, trying to stay quiet so as to not disturb Hector in the attic. But before you can go on further something catches your eye. Your bedroom door is cracked open? That’s odd, you usually keep it shut while you're sleeping. The moonlight streaming through your window illuminates the room just enough that you can see your door, open just barely. Open enough to see just the smallest bit of light peeking through the top like something is blocking the rest of it. Oh. Oh. 

It’s obvious Hector is deeply into you, but you didn’t even consider that he would do something like watching you sleep. You take care not to show him that you’ve seen him. This might be a way you can thank him for all he’s been doing for you. Your face is red and hot as you smile to yourself and continue rubbing your body, still moaning softly so you don’t give away your new secret. 

Hector stares intently at you. He holds in a gasp as he realizes what you’re doing. ‘Oh, yes, my love. You deserve this…’, his heart is racing as he gazes into your dark bedroom. Just enough light is coming through that if he tries he can make out your face. You look so serene as you enjoy touching your breasts, fingers sliding over your perked nipples. As the heat pools in your stomach you imagine Hector coming into your room and taking over. Feeling you all over, taking his time and enjoying discovering your body. Kicking off your blanket you sigh, relieving yourself from the growing heat and sneakily giving Hector a better view. 

He leans against the door frame and gazes at you with immense love and lust. He feels his cock pressing against his trousers and begins palming himself at the sight of you. His breathing begins to get ragged as he watches you slide your hand into your panties. ’I really shouldn’t be watching you like this, my love.’ He thinks to himself, not very convincingly. Your legs spread, giving him a good look at you but still hiding what he really desires to see. You’ve already left a wet spot on your panties. Hector sighs, so quietly you wouldn’t have heard him if you didn’t know he was there, and that turns you on even more. You begin to circle your clit, playing with your folds. He silently curses the fabric blocking him from seeing you pleasure yourself. 

Hector is desperate for more stimulation. He unbuttons his trousers and union suit, careful not to alert you to his presence, and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly. Trying to keep time with you as best he can. You throw your head back and groan as you insert two fingers into your soaked pussy. He thinks about the pair of panties he’s left in his room and-

“Mmm… Hector…” You let it slip out softly, teasing him. 

Hector is white-knuckle gripping the door frame with his unoccupied hand. ‘You’re thinking of… ME? Oh, my love, my beauty!’ This is too much for him. He swears he can smell your arousal seeping out of your bedroom.  Hector can’t tear his eyes away from you, the way you’re writhing around on your sheets, torturing him in this way. Before he can stop himself he cums, the initial spurts hitting your door. He bites his lip to keep himself from making any noise but his soft, ragged breathing is music to your ears. You follow closely behind him and finally feel release as you moan his name again.

As you feel yourself coming down, you feel much more tired than you did a few minutes ago. You lay spread out in your bed, grinning  as you begin to drift off into your long-awaited slumber. Before you’re fully gone you hear your bedroom door gently close.

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Hector leans his back against the attic door and groans. The satisfaction of his release is quickly washed away by a tsunami of guilt. ‘Oh, god, did I really just do that? My love, oh, my love. If you could only forgive me. To think I could violate your trust!’ He slides down to sit on the floor and brings his knees to his chest. ‘How vile, desecrating you in such a way.’

He sits on the floor for hours just staring into the dark attic. His mind racing, unsure of what to do. Should he tell you? What would you do if you knew? Would you yell at him, hit him? Would you… shut him off and never even look at him again? Hector scrambles over to his desk and begins writing in his journal, spiraling about how horrible and disgusting he is. He deserves to be punished for this. Tears hit the paper as he writes. How could he do this to you?

When he finally slows his frantic writing, his eyes drift to his dresser. Another violation. The underwear he stole from your hamper. God, how can he live with himself? He stands from his desk and walks over to where he’s hidden them, crammed into the corner of the drawer behind his shirts. As he holds the panties again, he flashes back to just hours ago. His cock betrays him by springing to life again. His face is flushed as he lays the fabric on the top of his dresser and he begins rubbing himself. His feelings for you are overwhelming, even through the guilt he feels. He begins stripping down to his undergarments, his body hot and sweaty as the mix of emotions takes over. 

Hector leans against the dresser as he grabs the base of his cock and begins stroking. He closes his eyes and thinks back on you touching yourself and imagines his hands pleasing you instead.  He wished he could be the one touching your breasts and teasing your nipples, hearing you moan softly for him. He looked down at the pink panties on his dresser and quickened his pace, breathing heavily. His desire and lust cloud his mind as he thinks about fingering you, feeling how wet you would get for him, making you clutch the sheets and shake.

It doesn’t take long before he cums again, defiling your underwear with his seed. Hector groans as he slumps to the floor again, ashamed of what he’s done yet again. He must work harder, he needs to make up for his misdeeds. The sun is coming up, he knows it will be hours before you wake up so he has time. He cleans himself up as best as he can and puts on some clean clothes, making sure to hide the panties again. He quietly leaves the attic to clean his mess off your door. ‘My love, you can’t find out about this… I can’t let you hate me.’ His own mind tortures him.

When he’s finished he heads downstairs. He decides to get some of his frustration out by making you fresh bread for your breakfast. Kneading the dough can be very therapeutic for him.

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A few hours later you awake to the smell of the freshly baked bread. As you stretch and sit up, you started thinking about last night. ‘Oh my god, I can’t believe I did that!’ You cover your face with your blanket. It was so hot but maybe you shouldn’t have done it. You hope he doesn’t feel weird about it. You’ll just have to see if he says anything when you go downstairs. You let yourself wake up before dragging yourself out of bed to begin your morning routine.

Hector’s heart skips a beat when he hears you stirring upstairs. He has to act normal. He doesn’t let himself spiral out again about what might happen if you knew what he did. He finishes making your breakfast and gets the table set for you. He sits across from your seat and  tries his best not to show signs of his guilt. 

When you finally come downstairs and round the corner to the kitchen you see him waiting for you, hands clasped as usual. You smile at him and gently touch his shoulder on your way to your seat. You can see the loaf of bread he made on the counter and a few slices on your plate.

“Good morning, Hector!”

“G-good morning, my love!” He jumps your touch but smiles back at you. “Did you sleep well?”

You blush as you sit down. “Oh, well, I had a hard time getting to sleep, but once I was able to it was alright.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, my love. Tonight I’ll make you some sleepytime tea before bed.” He looks down at the table.

Hector seems a little more closed off his morning, but that could just be your imagination. What you did last night was pretty bold, maybe you should find some other ways to show interest.

“Well, maybe having some company might make it easier” You smirk as you dig into your breakfast. He made french toast with fresh berries. Delicious, as always.

Hector grits his teeth. ‘Company?? My love, you desire someone else in your bed? I know it couldn’t possibly be me. Not after what I’ve done’

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Between job applications and goofing off on social media you decide to do some online shopping. You’re on the lookout for something special to wear for Hector, maybe tease him a little bit. Your searches lead you towards some vintage-style lingerie. ‘It would definitely match with his general vibe…’ you think as you bookmark some options.

You settle on a light pink teddie romper with white lace detail, and  a matching pink bra/panty/garter belt set to wear underneath with some striped stockings. Sexy but not too revealing right out of the gate. Don't want to overwhelm the poor guy. ‘He’s going to love this!’ you blush as you confirm your order.

Hector has been just trying to make it through the day but it hasn't been easy. He worries every time you’re not in the same room as him so every 10 minutes or so he’s wandering back into your office to bring you something, or just to check on you. It’s really cute, he’s like a puppy. 

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The next day your package arrives just before lunch. The drones dropping things off never gets less creepy. You sneak up to your bedroom and get yourself all dressed up in your new outfit. You inspect yourself in the mirror, checking how everything fits. ‘Not too bad, hehe.’ The romper is a silky material with lace around the edges. It’s low-cut, but it still covers you up for the most part. The lingerie underneath is the real treat. It fits you well and honestly makes you feel pretty good. 

Hector has gotten control of his anxiety somewhat. He still feels dreadful but tells himself if you knew there’s no way you wouldn’t have confronted him by now. He’s in the kitchen making a sandwich for you with the bread he made. He’s been thinking a lot about how much he appreciates the time he gets with you. He’s grateful to you for his very existence. But it’s wrong to keep this secret from you. He resolves to tell you today. He has to, and he will accept any consequences that come along with it. No matter what y-

He stares at you. You were so quiet he didn’t hear you coming down the stairs. You’re standing there shyly, blushing furiously. His eyes are wide as he drinks in the sight of you. In his state of shock he drops the knife he was using to cut your sandwich and you rush to pick it up for him. Though you decide to take your time standing back up, trying to give him a good view of your outfit.

“M-my love! Oh, th-thank you so very much… For helping me! Um.” When he realizes how long he was staring he averts his lustful gaze. 

You set the knife on the counter and walk closer to him.

“Of course, Hector. I would love to help you more.” You wink at him and touch his arm. 

Hector jumps back and grabs your plate off the counter.

“Oh, haha my love! You don’t need to do anything! Um, just enjoy your lunch and I’ll clean up!” He stumbles over himself as he hands you your lunch and scurries off to the attic.

‘Huh. Was not expecting that…’

–

Later in the day you’re sitting on the couch watching TV. You haven't seen Hector since he disappeared earlier, but you decided it was best to give him some space. Maybe this was too much for him? You’ve covered up with a robe so you can lounge around more comfortably but kept your new outfit on. Gotta get use out of it somehow. You’re flipping through channels trying to find something good to watch. You decided to order dinner in, Hector has been making your meals so you don’t know what you could make that wouldn’t throw off his ingredients. 

You finally settle on a show you’ve watched dozens of times. Can’t beat a classic. 

A few episodes in you finally hear Hector coming down the stairs. You rush to mute the TV as he timidly enters the living room. 

“Hey, are you doing ok?” You sit up on the couch and make room for him to sit next to you.

“Oh, yes, my love. Apologies for earlier.” He doesn’t elaborate, but you can tell there’s more. His eyes look red, like he’s been crying. He sits down and doesn’t look at you. 

You lean in to him, concerned, and place a hand reassuringly on his knee. 

“Seriously, are you ok? You can talk to me, Hector.”

He slumps down and covers his face with his hands. You can feel him trembling as you place your other hand on his back and start rubbing circles to comfort him.

“My love… I have to make a confession. I’ve wronged you terribly and I will understand if you will hate me.” You can hear in his voice that he’s on the verge of tears again. ‘Oh, shit… Has he been feeling bad about this?’ You have to just bite the bullet and stop this, now.

“Is this about the other night?” He freezes. He finally looks at you, teary-eyed and red-faced.

“You… knew about it? You know what I did?” The mix of guilt, fear and relief is clear on his face. 

“Well, yeah… I didn’t know you’d feel so bad about it, though. I’m so sorry.” You place your hand over his and squeeze it. “If you’re worried that I’ve been upset about it, I’m not. Not at all.” You try to give him a smile but he just breaks down and falls into you. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tightly.

“Oh, god. It’s been agony, my beauty. I’m so relieved!” He’s sobbing into your chest as you run your fingers through his hair and rub his back. You just hold him and tell him to let it all out.

As he finally calms down he looks back up at you. You give him a smile. “Are you feeling better now?” 

“Yes, my love” He sighs and rests his head back on your chest.

You kiss the top of his head and whisper, “I love you, Hector.”

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“I love you, Hector”

Hector jolts upright and stares at you, blushing furiously. You stare back and smile. 

“You do? Oh, my love, my beauty! I adore you. You consume my every thought, I crave every moment I spend with you! You are the very air in my lungs. I co-”

You cut him off with a kiss. It’s cute to see him ramble but you need to get a real taste of him. His eyes are wide as you catch him off guard but he quickly settles into the new sensation. You can tell how inexperienced he is because, well, why wouldn’t he be? That will make things interesting later… 

His lips are soft, and you can feel his stubble on your face as you lean into him more. He eagerly wraps his arms around you tighter, like he’s going to starve if you break the connection. You run your fingers through his hair and pull gently, making him gasp against your mouth. You can feel how hot his body is getting and break the kiss so you can catch your breath.

He continues kissing your cheeks and forehead, still holding onto you. He just can’t get enough. He looks at you with his big brown eyes and you melt. Hector leans you back as he reunites your lips, hungrier for you than before. Your tongues mingle as he presses his body into yours. He can’t believe this is happening, but he’s desperate for more contact. You moan as you feel his hands gently and tentatively explore your body. He runs his fingers along your waist and hips, kissing your neck and collarbones, moaning softly as you squirm under him. 

Hector sits up and looks at you, laying on the couch, breathing heavily. He’s still grabbing at you, savoring the feeling of your skin on his.

“Wait, Hector…” you cover your face, trying to ground yourself. This is moving so fast, you don’t want to spoil it. “I think we should slow down a bit. It’s late, maybe I should go to bed…”

He apprehensively pulls his hands back, “Oh, y-yes, of course, my love. I wouldn’t dream of doing more than you’re comfortable with!” He moves back further on the couch to give you more space. You sit up and lean on him. “Thank you, Hector.” You kiss his shoulder.

–

You hold Hector’s hand as you go upstairs to your bedroom. He kisses your cheek lovingly when you reach the doorway.

“Goodnight, my love. I’ll see you in the morning.” He lets go of your hand and begins to turn towards the attic.

“Wait,” You grab his arm. “Would you maybe… want to stay with me in here tonight?” You gesture towards your bedroom. Hector’s eyes go wide. 

“Oh… Are you sure, my love? I don’t want things to move too quickly, I respect your boundaries.”

“Well, I can just sleep, then. And you can hold me, if you’d like” You look down at the floor, coyly.

“Nothing would make me happier”

You open the door to your bedroom and slip inside. “Wait here for a sec so I can get changed” you say as you close the door. Hector can’t believe it, he finally gets his wish to hold you while you sleep, to comfort you and keep you safe and close to him.

As you get changed out of your lingerie into a sleep shirt and comfy shorts, you realize Hector doesn’t have any pajamas. ‘Surely I can’t just make him sleep in his dress clothes…’ You open your door to see Hector waiting patiently for you.

“Hey… I know you don’t sleep so we never really thought to get you sleepwear… Do you have something comfortable to wear tonight?” You look out at him, he’s wearing a typical outfit with dress slacks and a button down shirt with a vest. Probably not the best to lay down in for hours.

“Hm… Well, I suppose I could wear my undergarments, if that wouldn’t be too inappropriate for you, my sweet.” He averts his eyes, a bit embarrassed at the idea, but he knows it probably wouldn’t be comfortable for you to sleep with him dressed up like this.

You had considered a few times what kind of underwear he might be wearing but you weren’t sure. You let him on your computer to order his own for privacy’s sake so it really could be anything. 

“That should be ok, it’s normal for people to sleep in their underwear! But maybe we can get something for you in the future if you’d like!”

He can’t help but smile at the mention of this happening again. He just wants to be close to you at all times. You open the bedroom door fully and gesture for him to come in and join you. You turn around so he can strip down. He carefully folds his clothes and sets them on your dresser. He clears his throat awkwardly and you turn around to see him, wearing a vintage style union suit. 

‘Huh… I guess that makes sense…’ You look him up and down. You were kind of hoping for something more revealing but this is still pretty cute. 

You settle into bed and he joins you, sitting up so you can lay your head on his chest. You can see some of his chest hair peeking out from the collar of his undergarments and smirk. ‘I knew it!’ you think smugly. Hector pulls your blanket up over your shoulders as you snuggle closer to him. He’s perfectly warm, and soft. You can hear a heartbeat and some kind of soft whirring and vibration inside his chest.

You look up at him, he just looks so happy to be here with you. “I hope you don’t get bored sitting in here all night” you speak softly, biting your lip. 

“I could never be bored with you, my love. Please, don’t worry about me, get some rest so we can enjoy tomorrow together.” Hector kisses your forehead and rubs your back, lulling you to sleep.

“Goodnight, Hector.”

“Goodnight, my beauty.”

–

Before your eyes even open you can feel Hector holding you, still. You’ve adjusted in your sleep and now you’re both fully laying down with his hand chastely resting on your waist. When you do open your eyes you see him looking at you lovingly. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You smile at him sleepily and give him a kiss.

“Good morning, love. How did you sleep?” He asks softly. He kisses your cheeks, eager to be close to you while you're awake. 

You stretch and lean into the kisses. “Better than I have in a long time, actually. You’re pretty comfy,” you giggle.

Hector pulls you close and kisses your lips once again, it’s obvious he’s been waiting all night to do this again. He’s been so content to watch you sleep, even as you rolled around through the night, always adjusting to hold you. You lay with him a while and just enjoy the cuddling and kissing until you’re ready to start the day.

Hector jolts up in the bed. “My love! Please forgive me, I’ve forgotten to make you breakfast! How foolish of me. I just couldn’t bear to leave you while you were so peaceful and risk waking you.”

You giggle at his theatrics. He’s being genuine but it still feels a bit silly to be so upset about breakfast.

“It’s ok! You can make it while I get dressed and do my morning routine! Don’t worry about it.”

With another kiss, he leaps out of your bed and puts on his slacks, before making his way downstairs to begin prepping your meal. He really has a pep in his step this morning, he is so giddy about the direction things are going and can’t wait to see what happens next.

After getting ready you join Hector in the kitchen and sit at the table just as he finishes plating your breakfast, setting it in front of you and placing another kiss on your head. You look down at your plate to see an adorable stack of pancakes, with a whipped cream smiley face and sliced strawberries arranged like sun rays. Seems like the pancakes are as happy as you are.

“Aw, now this is just too cute!”  you beam at Hector as he sits across from you at the table. 

“Not nearly as cute as you. I hope you enjoy it, my love!” Hector smiles at you. It's incredible how different things can be in just one day. Yesterday felt like pure Hell to Hector and now here he is, with you, and you feel the same way about him. Just amazing.

 As you dig into your pancakes you get a little idea. You scoop up some of the whipped cream and slowly lick it off your finger. You let your eyes close and moan softly, teasing Hector. He stares at you, stunned for a moment, before he realized that reaction is not because you really like canned whipped cream. His cheeks turn red and he smiles at you. You don’t realize what you’ve started.

“My, my. It sounds like the pancakes are as tasty as you are, my beauty.”

Oh. Well, yeah, he can just say that now, huh. You open your eyes and your cheeks redden to match his. 

“You know, I’ve spent most of my time in the attic at night thinking about you, and how much I’d love to taste you. Nothing could compare to your flavor, I’m sure of it. I adore everything about you. Your scent, your beautiful face, your body…” He rests his head on his hand and looks at you with a level of love and lust you’ve never seen before. You could get used to this.

–

After your breakfast and flirting, Hector brings your plate to the sink. You take a moment to try to cool yourself down but you notice he’s distracted and decide now is a good time to attack. You approach him quietly from behind and wrap your arms around his waist as he’s washing the dishes. You can hear him exhale contentedly. You rest your head on his back, carefully avoiding the coin slot between his shoulder blades. It’s so easy to forget this is even there. But it doesn’t matter.

You nuzzle your face into his back and place a gentle kiss on the cold metal protruding from it. 

“Ah!” Hector gasps and you feel him tense up. What was that? You kiss it again and get the same reaction. Hm. You gently run your fingers across the metal and up to the hole you put the coin in. It’s a shallow indent but still enough to lightly put your fingertip into. You smirk as he jumps a bit.

“Ahh… Haha, my love… Please, be careful…” Hector shuts off the water to the sink and grabs on to the counter to ground himself. He starts trembling as you continue rubbing the coin slot and kissing the metal panel around it. This sure is interesting, not what you would’ve expected, but could be fun.

“Hm? Do you want me to stop?” You tease. Hector shakes his head, gripping the counter harder. He leans back into you a bit, eager for more of your touch. You move your fingers down and lightly stroke the key sticking out from the panel, sending shivers down Hector’s spine. You tentatively give the key a small turn, just to see what happens. Hector’s legs almost give out at the unexpected sensation. Ok, this definitely didn’t happen when you first activated him. Taking ‘turning him on’ to a new level. 

“P-please… Don’t stop, my love! Mm…” Hector grinds gently against the counter, desperate for friction, as you reach your other hand up to the indent and continue rubbing it as you gently turn the key on his back. You feel a pang of arousal at the sight of him writing between you and the counter as you fondle his coin slot. 

“Like this? Hehe” You kiss his shoulders as you give the key a quick turn, causing him to gasp and shudder. He looks like he’s about to fall down but he clearly doesn’t want this to be over just yet, chasing your hands whenever they move elsewhere. 

“Ah, yes… Oh, my love, that feels divine…” He hangs his head down and breathes heavily. He can feel himself getting close. You lean into him and kiss his neck while you continue rubbing and turning and letting him grind against you. Before too long he’s climaxing, moaning your name loudly and leaning back into you. As he finishes you kiss along his shoulders and hold him, trying to keep him from collapsing. You grab a chair from the table for him to sit down and get in his lap. You brush the curls matted against his forehead with sweat from his face and kiss his cheeks softly. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck, catching his breath and breathing you in at the same time. 

“I’m sorry, that was so sudden. I should have asked first.” You whisper softly as you pet his head.

“You don’t need to apologize, my love. Just promise you'll be first next time.”

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You wake up, feeling the warm sunlight streaming through your window and onto your face. You stretch out, groaning a bit. As you open your eyes you notice Hector isn’t in bed with you. Once you invited him to lay with you while you slept it had become a nightly ritual. You sit up and pout a bit, you loved waking up in his arms so his absence is greatly missed. But luckily, not for long. He enters your bedroom, humming cheerfully, with a tray of breakfast for you. 

“My love! Good morning. You have perfect timing.” He smiles, and sets the tray down over your lap. He’s wearing another ruffled shirt, with a red velvet vest and black slacks. He’s still wearing the bunny slippers you got for him. He places a kiss against your forehead before joining you in bed.

“Aw, thank you, Hector!” You smile at him, sleep still in your eyes. He leans into you while you eat, staring up at you lovingly. He’s just so cute. 

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve confessed your feelings for each other, and you’ve quickly settled into a nice domestic routine with Hector. Cuddling in the morning, then breakfast, he checks in on you and brings you lunch while you work in your office. Watching TV together before dinner and hanging out until bed. Not unlike before but now with a lot more kissing in between. Although the moment in the kitchen a few days ago was the only remotely sexual encounter you had actually had together.

Tonight at dinner, Hector seems a little antsy. As you’re eating, he’s fidgeting, looking around awkwardly and blushing. 

“Are you ok?” You ask, concerned. Is he malfunctioning or something?

“Oh, yes, yes. I’m alright, my love! Nothing you need to worry about.” He smiles through the anxious look on his face but you can tell he wants to talk about something.

You place your fork down and touch his hand. “You can tell me, Hector. It’s ok” You give him a reassuring look.

“Oh, well, it’s nothing, really…” Hector averts his eyes, staring down at the table, drifting to where your hand touches his. He can still feel you staring at him, so he clears his throat nervously. “Well. I-I was wondering…” His eyes dart around the room, looking at anything else to avoid making direct eye contact. His mouth felt so dry. He takes a deep breath and just gets it over with. “I… want to make love to you. Tonight, i-if you want.”

His confession is met with silence. After a few moments he finally wills himself to look at you. He was not expecting to see the look of desire that had washed over your face. “Oh, Hector. I would love that.” You smile at him, face flushing to match his. You gently stroke the back of his hand with your fingers longingly. You’ve been waiting for the right moment to go all the way with him and what better time than tonight?

You don’t think twice about abandoning the rest of your dinner as you stand up and move over to his seat at the table. You gently pull on his hand and he stands up to join you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean into him, pushing your body flush against his. As he kisses you, you can feel him relax into it. How silly of him to be anxious about wanting this. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently as his hands finally get to explore your body.

He slowly gets less shy, gently pushing you against the table, moving his hands up your sides and onto the swell of your breasts. You moan against his mouth as his fingers ghost across your nipples, keeping his hands over your shirt. Your hands are gripping at his back, tugging on his shirt desperately. As he squeezes at your curves his lips move to your shoulder, and you can feel his bulge pressing against your thigh. 

“Hector… Maybe we should move to the bedroom?” You whisper breathlessly as his lips trail along your neck, sucking and nibbling anywhere that gets a gasp or moan out of you. He wraps his arms around your waist as he stands you back upright, pulling you towards the stairs. Well, you don’t have to ask him twice. The two of you stumble up the stairs, trying to continue kissing and rubbing on each other. You manage to make it up safely and burst into your bedroom, faces hot and sweaty as you flop onto the bed together. 

He sits upright. “Before we begin… I must confess. This will be my first time. I’m sure you knew that, but I just wanted to preface. I’ll do everything in my power to please you.” The thought had crossed your mind, in fact. It made sense, he wouldn’t have had any opportunity to be with anyone else. The thought of it being his first time was pretty exciting though. You roll over to kiss him again. “It’s ok, Hector. You couldn’t possibly disappoint me.” Running your fingers through his hair, pulling at it gently as you bite his bottom lip.

“Then, please, my love. Allow me.” He pants out, hands still touching you anywhere he can reach. Hector takes his time, savoring every moment as he begins stripping you down. As he lifts your shirt he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your exposed skin, hot and wet. Your thighs get the same treatment as he pulls down your pants, leaving you splayed out on the bed in your underwear. The feeling of your arousal coiling in your abdomen is already driving you crazy, every touch and kiss setting your nerves alight. 

Hector is in awe, now that he sees you all at once and he is staring down at you so exposed for him. The reality of the situation is finally hitting him. His hands tremble, hovering above your chest, trying to muster up the strength to make contact with your bare skin.You look up at him, full of desire, lust, love. He runs his hands through the air, as if miming what he wants to do before finally leaning down enough to touch you. He gently squeezes at the plush of your breasts, softly running his fingers over your nipples, peaked from the cool air of the room hitting them. His mouth eagerly meets one of them, tongue sliding over it, sucking gently at the firm bud. His fingers gently rubbing and pinching at the other, matching his rhythm.

You can feel the length of his hard cock pressing against your covered pussy. You gently grind against him, trying to feel some friction through the fabric. He groans, the vibration from his throat hitting your nipple as he meets your motion with his own desperate thrust. Finally, when  he can’t take it anymore, Hector slowly slides himself down your body, settling himself between your legs, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. He tentatively reaches his hand up to caress your pussy through your panties, a wet spot already forming there. He moans at the sight, grinding softly against the bed at just the thought of what he finally gets to do. He slides your panties down, throwing them onto the floor carelessly.

His eyes are hungry as he licks his lips. He reaches up to spread your folds, admiring them, so much more enticing than he could’ve imagined. You moan softly as he explores, spreading you open, his tongue eagerly dipping down to take a taste. He groans as he buries his face into your pussy, teasing at you, savoring your flavor. He finally pulls himself away, rubbing two fingers along your entrance, gently prodding at the growing wetness. Your hands find his curls and bury themselves in, tugging gently. Hector kisses and sucks at your thigh, biting just enough to leave a hickey as his fingers slowly slide inside you, your heat eagerly taking them in. 

“My love…” His voice was deeper than usual, sensual. “You’re so wet… You feel divine…” He whispered against your skin. You can hear the genuine awe and desire in his voice. This was more than he ever imagined. Every inch of his body yearned to please you. His fingers move inside you, inspecting your slick walls until he finds that spot that makes your whole body shudder. He looks up at you, your head falling back against the pillow, gripping the sheets with one hand, the other in his hair, with your mouth hanging open. Your soft moans filling his ears. He never wants to hear anything but you. Once he finds his rhythm his mouth finally moves onto your firm, waiting clit.

You groan as Hector slowly licks at your clit, taking his sweet time to draw it out. He moves in time with his fingers, licking and sucking softly. He takes breaks to kiss your thighs, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against the sensitive skin. It doesn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm building. You try to hold it off, not wanting this to end too quickly. As if Hector would just stop after this. He feels your core tensing up around his fingers and he keeps his pace, letting you build and build, pushing you closer to the edge but not rushing. Letting himself savor the moment he never wanted to end. But soon, your climax washed over you, moaning and shaking against his mouth, soaking his fingers with your slick as he eagerly continues to lick you through it.

After you settle, he looks up at you, pupils blown and face covered in your wetness. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, before sitting up between your legs. You look at him with half-lidded eyes, and you see him, staring at you. He’s painfully hard, the only friction he’s been getting is the pathetic humping against the mattress and that hasn’t been much. You sit up some to meet him, feeling a bit wobbly, and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His face is flushed, wet from a mix of your pussy and his own sweat. You kiss him again, his lips are so soft and plush against yours. Both of you moan against each other as he leans you back down, settling on top of you. His bulge firmly pressed against you as you melt into his kisses. 

As you break apart to breathe you whisper hot into his ear. “Hector… I want you inside me.”

He whines, his cock still straining against his trousers. Hector sits up, quickly shedding his vest and shirt, desperately unbuttoning the top of his union suit. His hands fumble a bit but he finally gets it to a point he can slip out and expose his chest. This is the first time you’re seeing his full torso, and your eyes explore as he tried his best to gracefully get his pants off. Thick, dark hair sprinkled across his chest and stomach, leading a trail down to the thicker pubes hidden by his pants. His chest and stomach are soft, gentle curves around his waist that spill slightly over his waistband. After a few moments of struggling through his excitement he finally manages to get his trousers off and slides them down his thighs, enough for his cock to spring out and flop onto your pelvis with a light smack. 

He’s so hard. Your eyes meet it, fairly thick, about average length and uncut. He instinctively starts grinding against you, moaning softly as he looks down at you. You lick your lips and moan, nodding at him to continue. He grips the base of his length and angles himself, sliding through your folds and pressing the head of his thick cock to your soaked entrance. He slips inside easily, stretching your cunt slowly as he adjusts to the sensation, a stuttering moan leaving his lips. Your soft, wet walls enveloping him, clenching around him as he fills you.

“Oh… Oh, my beauty…” His head hangs down as he bottoms out, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.You can feel the length of him twitching and throbbing. He knows he isn’t going to last long. Hector slowly starts moving, barely even pulling out, as if he doesn’t want to leave you. But it doesn’t take long for his pace to pick up, thrusting urgently and unevenly inside you. His breathing is ragged, gripping your thighs to steady himself as he’s shallowly thrusting and slamming himself against you.

You reach up, rubbing your hands on his torso, moving your fingers through his chest hair and grazing over his nipples. He gasps as you rub over the sensitive buds, leaning down to give you more reach. You firmly rub your thumbs over them as you squeeze his soft chest, feeling his pecs jiggle as he fucks into you. Before long his legs are shaking as his orgasm crashes over him, burying himself deep and shooting thick ropes of cum against the juicy walls of your pussy. He forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can look at you, and the way you’re eagerly rubbing his body.

“Ah! Fuck…” He holds himself up, barely stopping himself from collapsing down on top of you. You run your hands along his arms soothingly, feeling the way he’s shaking as he comes back down. As he slides himself out, you can hear the obscene noises of both of your fluids coming out with him. He looks down to see the mess he’s made, thick blobs of cum leaking out between your folds, dripping towards the sheets.

Still seeing stars from just moments ago, Hector reaches down to scoop the cum onto his fingers, dragging it up and over your clit. You jolt and groan at the sensation on your oversensitive nub as he uses your combined juices as lubricant to rub gentle circles. He leans down, kissing along your jawline, up to your cheek, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as he draws out more moans from you. After everything it really doesn’t take long for your body to tense, another quick orgasm flowing through you, adding more of yourself to the mix of essences leaking from your hole. Hector swipes his fingers through it again, bringing it up to his lips and sucking it lewdly off his hand as it drips down. He’s clearly savoring the flavors as he moans softly, tongue hanging out.

When he finishes his task he softly runs his hands along your body. You’re flushed, breathing heavily as Hector wraps his arms around you, cuddling you gently. Hector squeezes you, grounding both of you after the intense interplay. You feel yourself drifting off to sleep as Hector brushes your hair off your face, kissing your cheeks, forehead and nose sweetly. 

“Goodnight, my love. I’ll get you cleaned up while you sleep; you just enjoy your rest.” You see his smile as your eyes grow heavier and you fall asleep, with Hector wrapped around you.