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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Let Me Show You (Fluff/Smut)

Insecure!Sub!Virgin!Murray Bauman x SoftDom!Fem!Reader

A/N: This fic is inspired by Radiohead’s “Creep”. One of my favorite songs ❤️ Enjoy!

Summary: It’s been 4 months, since you and Murray made it official. He wants to lose his virginity to you but he’s constantly insecure about about what you think of him. You show him just how much he means to you.

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warnings: graphic language, age gap (Murray 40s, Reader mid 20s), kissing, insecurities, oral (m & f receiving), riding, mirror sex, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, handjob, neck kisses, body worship, cum eating, light scratching, light biting, light choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, crying during sex, aftercare

“You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special”

Murray can’t help but compare the two of you when you’re together in public. He was sure that when people saw the two of you together that they’re all wondering why you’re with him.

When you were alone with him, it was different. It didn’t matter the difference in age or what points of life you were going through, you both had a relationship that transcended beyond any of those differences.

Yet, he can’t help but feel inadequate when he sees himself in the reflection standing next to you while you were getting ready for an outing with your friends.

He never imagined that he’d be so lucky to have you yet here you were by his side. He could feel his insecurities creeping in again like they always do whenever you went out. Sure, he loved when you dressed up only to come home to be his. But he can’t help but feel a bit nervous whenever you leave knowing they’ll be men, possibly better looking, hitting on you.

He’s never made the move to do anything passed kissing in previous relationships because of these feelings of inadequacy which have led to most of them failing. Now that he’s with you, he can’t see himself letting you go. He wanted to finally have that moment with you but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

You were applying makeup when you noticed Murray frowning at his reflection. He stood there shirtless wearing only his pajama bottoms, rotating around in the wide mirror and checking himself. You could tell there was something wrong with him. He’s usually never this quiet.

“Hey, is everything okay?” You ask, softly.

He blinks a few times, turning to face you. “Oh yeah. I’m great,” He swipes a hand in the air as if he’s telling you to forget about it. “You look lovely as always.”

You smile. “Thank you. You know, you were invited, too. I would’ve liked it if you did. We could’ve gossiped to each other at the end of the night. My frenemy from high school will be there. I’m sure she’ll be so posh.” You rolled your eyes, now applying your earrings.

“I wish I could but I’m not feeling well.”

“I’ve noticed that. You’re barely spoken. That’s unlike you,” You poke fun. “Is something wrong? Would you like for me to stay with you instead? I can reschedule another time to hang—”

“No, no. Enjoy your night. You can tell me all the stories about your pretentious friend when you get back.”

“Frenemy,” You correct. “I don’t think she has the privilege to be called a friend yet.”

You wrap your arms around Murray’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. His lips against your feel almost timid and he awkwardly stands in a way that keeps a small distance between your bodies. You trail a hand down his soft, round belly then down to the waistband of his pajama pants, pulling him against you. This doesn’t warm him up to you, his body taut pressed into yours.

You pull away. “Murray, are you sure everything’s okay?”

He nods, placing a kiss on your forehead. He attempts to exit to the bedroom but your hand wraps around his wrist, keeping him from leaving. He’s confused, opening his mouth to say something. You cut off any chance of protest, pushing him forward in front of the mirror.

You stand behind him, your heels adding to your height making it easier to access his neck with your mouth. You placed wet, opened mouth kisses on his back and in the crook of his neck. He tried to keep himself from making any sounds, biting his lip. But when he felt your hands roaming up and down the front of his body, your long manicured nails scratching lightly, he lets out a small moan that spurs you on.

“That feel good, hun?” You ask, peppering kisses on his shoulder.

“Feels wonderful. Thank you.” His eyes flutter close, when he feels your red nails now lightly scratching down his arm and feeling the tiny goosebumps rising.

“Anything for you, baby. I love making you feel good. I can’t wait for the day you let me have you,” You lower your hands to his pants once again, gripping his thick hard cock through the loose fabric. “I’ll make sure I make you feel really fucking good then, too.”

You bite down on his earlobe in time with squeezing his cock and he swore he’d nearly came from that alone. Taking his hand in yours, sliding his hand down his body from the hairs of his chest down to his belly, wanting him to feel for himself. You slipped both your hands in his pajamas.

“I want you to watch. Open your eyes for me baby.” You kissed then sink your teeth his shoulder, eliciting a soft high-pitched whimper.

He opens them, looking at your reflection through hooded eyes. Your eyes meet in the mirror, staring intensely while you guided his hand to wrap around his heavy member. Removing your hand for a moment, you pull down his bottoms slightly. Then, your hand returns over his.

“Show me how to get you off? I wanna see what you look like when you cum. Please, baby. If you don’t want this, I’ll stop and we could forget this happened.”

He shakes his head, speaking in short phrases. “Don’t want to forget. Just want you. Wanted you for so long.”

“Have you ever touched yourself before?”

“Yes.” He groans when he feels your hand using his to glide up and down his cock.

“Do you think of me when you do it?”

“Yes, almost every night. I wanted you so bad. I couldn’t say anything.”

When you felt that he would carry on jerking himself off on his own, you moved your hand even lower, fondling his balls. He gasps, squeezing his hand harder around himself.

“Why couldn’t you say anything, baby? I want you just as bad. If not, more.” You squeezed tighter around his testicles each time you noticed him glide over the sensitive mushroom tip.

“You’re just so perfect. I’m not the right guy for you. I just don’t look the part. But I can’t lose you either.”

“You couldn’t possibly lose me. You’re so damn perfect the way you are. I love you and I can’t see myself without you. The truth is…I’ve also touched myself thinking of you every. single. night. I wanted to bring up taking things to the next level but I didn’t want to pressure you. But, god, you don’t know how many times I’ve been close to begging for just a little taste,” You bite his shoulder again, adding more pressure to his balls. “I want you to cum so bad. Let me show you how much I need you.”

You place a hand on the thick tip while he worked his base until a eventually his hands were on top of yours, showing you how to milk him the way he likes. The sounds of heavy breathing from both your mouths consume the atmosphere. Your free hand digs your nails into his side. He gasps. Then, you traced a finger around his areola.

“This feels so, so good but I don’t wanna come yet. I want to do that with you. To lose my virginity to you.” He admits.

“I’d be honored to be your first, hun. I wanna rock your world.”

“If I’m being honest, you’ve already accomplished that.”

“I will be calling off those plans. I want to take explore every inch of you tonight and commit you to memory. Let’s move this to the bedroom. ‘Kay, baby?”

You take his hand, not even bothering to give him the chance to pull up his pants as you push down on his shoulders and sit him on the edge of the bed.

You get on your hands and knees and immediately shove his cock down your throat with no warning to him. He groans super loud, fingers gripping the sheets and shifting them out of place.

You bob your head back and forth, savoring the salty, earthy taste of him. His thickness of his cock causing you to gag around him. You champion through it wanting to satisfy him. You let him hit the back of your throat and one hand flies to the back of your head, tugging you hair to stop you.

“No. Please. I won’t last.” He knows he sounds pathetic right now, pleading and whining.

You egg on his moans; teasing, sucking, grazing your teeth over his shaft. You look up at him, siren eyes boring into his lust-driven stare. His mouth open, slacked.

“You’re gonna cum for me. You’ll be coming for me as many times as I want today.”

You slurp all the saliva on his cock, holding it in your mouth to spit on top of his dick again. She suckles onto the sensitive head of the penis; tongue swiping left to right on the underside while one hand tugs up and down at the base. Murray had never seen such a scandalous sight. He’d dreamed of nights where you would be between his legs but none of those fantasies compare to what he witnessed and experienced now. Seeing you so starved to swallow his cock while doing such filthy things, brought him to an orgasm he didn’t expect to arrive so suddenly.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck. Y/N!” Even with his glasses on, his vision grows fuzzy. He comes so hard that he shuddering as if it were 2 degrees inside your apartment. You don’t let up once he writhes, drinking him for all he’s worthy. The salty taste of him has you addicted and your like a wild woman seeking every last drop of his essence.

He whines, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes at the sensitivity of your mouth on him. When you finally pull off him, he’s lying on his back against the mattress and his arms spread out.

“I didn’t kill you, did I?” You laugh.

He’s breathing hard. “Nah——Well, maybe a little.”

“Sorry, got carried away. You just taste so damn intoxicating. I nearly sucked you dry.”

“Oh, I noticed.” He says, letting out a breathy laugh.

You pull off your dress and underwear off, still in your heels. You slide a foot up and down from his foot to his inner thigh, the heel scraping softly on the skin. He’s still sensitive to touch, wriggling each time you moved back up to his inner thighs.

“I’d fuck you with my heels on but…I’d rather not. At least not for tonight. If I’m gonna give you the ride of your life, I don’t want anything holding me back.” You kicked them off, staring at his exhausted frame sprawled out on the bed.

“I want you on my tongue. Please ride my face. I bet you’ll taste so sweet.” Murray begs, looking down between your legs to watch the pearls of wetness trickling down them.

You moaned. You’ve never been this wet for anyone before. He hasn’t done anything to you yet and already you were in heat.

You climbed over him, kissing up his body. You lick at his happy before dipping your tongue in his navel, swirling your tongue around. Then, resume to kiss his belly.

“So beautiful” You whispered against his skin.

Finally, your lips found his once again in a frenzied kiss. This time he was no longer restraining himself, kissing you back with a hunger that left you grinding your sloppy pussy against his dick. He groans into the kiss slipping his fat tongue into your mouth for you to suck on. Your creamy release coating along his length and stomach as you continue to grind hard against him.

He pulls away from the kiss and lets out a whine against your lips.“Let me taste you please.” He sounds as if he could cry.

“Cum for me first.” You bit your lip when you heard the sticky, wet sounds of your pussy moving over the head of his penis. Every now and then his dick would prod at your entrance whenever your hole settle just right about the tip.

“Love, this feels incredible but I’m not sure if I can go again. I’m no spring chicken. It’ll be a while.”

“Take the time you need, baby. I just need you to cum so that you to taste how good you and I taste mixed together because the third time you’ll cum, it’ll be deep and hard inside of me.”

“Holy shit. Please don’t talk like that.” He feels his grip on reality loosening and he’s afraid that if you continue to talk like that, he’ll never come out the same again. He’ll be giving you what you want a lot sooner.

“Why, baby, are you gonna cum again?”

“Y-yes.” His voice wavering, tears flowing down his face from the overstimulation.

“Then do it, Murray. Make me sticky with your cum.” You swipe your cunt over and over on him and he comes once again, crying out into the air and back arching of the bed. He grips your thighs for support as you continue to slide back and forth, milking some more. His grip tightens on your thighs and you were sure there’d be bruises there in the morning but it was worth it.

When you lift off of him, your pussy messy with a mixture of your fluids. You climb over his face, hovering over it. You gently run your fingers lightly over the balding top of his head. He looks up at you lovingly as if he’s never experienced this kind of tenderness. Soon that gentleness turns into rough play, when you tangle your fingers in his hair and yanked; his head coming up off the mattress a little. You removed his glasses, tossing it to the side.

“Stick your tongue out.” Your voice is heavy with lust as straining yourself from a whimper.

He obeys, sticking out his deliciously long, fat tongue. You shuddered at the sight of him. He looked so innocent; eyes staring up at you in submission and tongue out like such a good boy.

Murray was a talker and somedays you’d find yourself staring at his mouth as he rambled away. You knew for sure that he was talented with it just by your conversations. He’s going to wreck you and you happily accepted this fate.

You tug on his curls once more pulling his mouth closer between your legs. Rocking back and forth against his tongue, you bring one hand to your nipples and pinched.

“Oh god, you’re so good for me. Letting me use your tongue to get off. You’re amazing, baby. Fuck.” You mewled, face contorted like you were both in pain and pleasure.

You feel his lips close around your clit. You began to sob at the feeling of his beard against your slick core, crying out wherever he’d moved his head and tongue up and down your pussy to collect all your juices.

“So good. Love the taste of us, my goddess.” He says in between kisses on your pussy lips then sucking each lip to gather the cum that coated them.

He wraps his arms around your thighs bringing you down your full weight onto his mouth. He dips his tongue into your tight entrance and you gasp at the sudden action. His spongy, thick appendage fucks in and out your wet hole and you grind down on him.

Murray takes a hand to softly rake down your body as he fucks you on his tongue. You were close, rubbing your clit so that you can reach for the light behind your vision. Murray spots you doing this, sucking harder on your quivering flesh.

Then you’d finally touched the light, your vision going white. You scream so loud that it surprised yourself. Your release washes over Murray, wetting his lip and beard. You grind against him as he continued to nurse you through your orgasm.

When you lifted off his face, Murray could see your cunt pulsating from its awakening.

“Shit. I nearly passed out from that.” You giggled, sliding back down so that your pussy rested on his erection once more.

“I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.”

“I’ll get rid of that pain for you, love.”

Holding his cock steady, you place yourself over the big tip and slowly sunk down. You both let out a groan. You’d gone down only a quarter of his length. Although, you were slick and wet, it was still a tight squeeze.

Murray felt his patience run thin, slamming the rest of his length into you and bottoming out. Your breath is knock out of you.

“Fuck. You’re so huge, Murray.”

“Sorry, you just felt so warm and tight. I needed you around me.” His hands are on your sides, hips snapping up into yours and watching your breasts bounce from the force. His thrusts are desperate and deep. You toes curl and your could feel each impact causing you to gush all over him.

The sounds of squelching and the bed squeaking under you filling the room. You had to take the reigns or this would end soon and you wanted to spend every moment savoring this.

You yank his hands away from you, lifting up so that only the tip remained inside before you dropped down hard on him.

“God!” He cries out.

Murray was convinced that this had been a dream. It was too amazing of a feeling being inside you for it to be real. The way you consumed his cock into your tight, hot pussy and clenched around him as if you refused him from ever displacing himself. It was too good to be true. Then, your lips found his and he’s grateful to know that this was better than a dream.

Your tongues mingled with one another’s, fighting for dominance as you continued to slam hard against him. When you pulled away, you looked up and down at him. Memorizing his fuck out expression, his body hair clinging to his skin from sweat, the sweet little sounds that escaped his lips. If you had a camera, you’d photograph him and frame it for you to look at whenever you were apart.

“Goddamn, baby, you just don’t understand how fucking sexy you are to me,” You scratch down his chest and belly before wrapping a hand around his neck, grasping it tightly. “You were going to continue to keep this from me. I’ve ached and ached and ached for you.” You punctuate the word “ache” with timed thrusts against him.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He cries out voice strained from your hand around around his throat. He attempts to stop you from grinding mercilessly against him, failing when you intertwined your fingers around his, pinning them by his head against the mattress.

“Prove to me your sorry,” You growled from above him. “Cum really fucking hard. I want to paint your cum deep within me.”

Your mouth attacks his neck, hands still pinned down so he’s force to lay there and take it. Your clit rubs deliciously against his belly and you can feel yourself really fucking close. You feel his heavy balls tighten against your ass, with each powerful upward thrust into your hot cave.

“Gonna cum.” He says, mouth open and eyes glossed over.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. I wanna feel—” He slams hard against your g-pot and your the one that comes first, squirting your liquid release and wetting everything in its path.

You clenching and unclenching around him sends him into his third orgasm for the night. It’s borderline painful. He’s in overload as he comes deep. Your hips going over his body in a staccato rhythm from the intensity.

You release his hands allowing you to hold your sweaty bodies against the other while your high continued to persist then eventually dissipated.

Your mouths are close swallowing down each other’s gasps staring at each other like you’d just experienced something so life changing. And it certainly was.

Rolling off of him, you cuddled to his side, sticky with both of your release and sweat.

“How was that?” You asked, giggling from the euphoric high.

He chuckles clearly experiencing the same effect. He tries to speak but there are no words only hand gestures accompanied his mouthing words.

“I see I’ve rendered you speechless.” You press a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh yeah.” He sighs.

You get up from the bed, heading back to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. You’d focus on cleaning yourself up later. You swipe the rag between his legs and on his cock cleaning the evidence of your activity.

You caress his head, placing a kiss as directly on the bald spot. “Don’t ever forget that you how beautiful you are. If you do, I’ll just have to show you again.”

He looks up with a smirk. “I think I forgot again.”

You laugh. He was so silly but that was one of the many reasons you loved him. “I love you, Murray.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Murray couldn’t have asked for a better woman in his life to give himself so vulnerability to. You really were an angel.

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bruhlsbees · 2 years

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murray bauman nsfw alphabet (afab!reader)

a/n: first time doing a nsfw alphabet so please have mercy on me!! just a reminder that these are my headcannons for him - if you think some things are different than what you'd put that is okay!! <3 <3 <3

tagging: @cuethediscoandthedrinks and any other murray bauman stan <3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think whatever you need is what murray would give you.

for example, if you asked him to get you a glass of water, rub your feet and hold you while you fell asleep - he would do it without a second thought on it. he wants you to feel good about yourself and special, take care of you.

but if you didn't want all the intimacy, wanted to get up and leave right then and there, he wouldn't bat an eye. he'd probably mope a little on the inside to have you go, but he gets it and he's not gonna complain. this man is a giver through and through.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

murray loves the way you grip his shoulders and biceps when he fucks into you. he's not all that muscley, but it makes him feel strong when you grip onto him the way that you do - he doesn't even mind how sharp your nails tend to be when you did them into his smooth skin.

as for you, murray loves your waist. he loves grabbing at your waist and moving you around so easily that you almost feel like a rag doll in his grasp. when he fucks you from behind or has you on his lap or face he's always gripping onto you at the waist to keep you in his control.

he also really loves your legs and always takes his sweet time kissing the inside of your thighs and the back of his calves to warm you up before he fucks into your nice pussy.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if there's one thing to know about murray, it's that when he cums, it's a lot. it's always thick and messy and gets everywhere even when he wasn't aiming in that direction.

he goes absolutely feral though when you run the tip of his dick along your lips, letting the precum coax over your lips before he fucks your throat. he also loves to cum all over your belly and onto your pretty tits.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

murray has always wanted you to give him a footjob. i think he'd totally be the type to like pretty underwear and stockings and having you feel him through his own underwear and pants with your feet would send him over his limit.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don't think murray is very vocal about how experienced he is. he's gotten some action before, i don't think he's a virgin, but he also probably would rent the adult films from the party store or read adult books to gain knowledge on what the actual fuck he needs to be doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

either your riding him or either of you going down on each other (though he prefers it wayyy more to go down on you)

no matter what it is, he just loves being intimate and as close as he can possibly get to you. when you're riding him his arms are wrapped around you and keeping you pressed against him while he fucks himself up into you. he loves the way your hands grip onto his shoulders and your nipples brush against his lips until he's sucking on them.

but when he's going down on you, he loves the feeling of your soft thighs around his head, keeping him suffocated against your wet pussy while he's sloppily and lazily eating you out. he especially loves feeling your nails run along his scalp and pull at his hair.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

murray bauman always tries to be serious and yet every time he tries he fails miserably. his sex life is no different. i think he'd try and be serious, but either you'd crack or he would and you'd end up in a comfortable laugh until the mood was brought back to what got you there in the first place.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think murray would keep himself pretty decently groomed down below. i don't think it's the best he could do, but it's enough for you to not have to constantly pull hair out of your mouth after going down on him.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

depending on your relationship, he's either extremely intimate or just enough to help with the mood.

i think if you're just in it for sex, he wouldn't really pull out all the niceties like the 'i love you's' and the 'you're doing so good for me, love'. he'd still praise you and tell you you're doing a great job - but it's a little more degrading.

the 'i love you's' would be more 'ngh, god you're such a bad girl' and the 'you're doing so good for me, love' would sound more like 'you can do better than that can't you'

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

murray is totally the type to grab a pair of your panties when he's alone and use them to get off. mainly he loves to jack off into them and make them messy as possible and then hide them at the bottom of your hamper.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think he would totally be all for submitting himself to you. he'd love to have you tie him up and tease him into overstimulation, begging you to either sit on his face or his dick so he can get his release.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

personally, i don't see murray being big on doing it out in public in a busy area where you can get caught. but outside?? in the middle of the forest?? that he could get behind - or even in the hot tub or something i think he'd get real turned on by that.

he loves doing it wherever in at whoever's place though. in bed, on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, hell even on the washer or dryer.

he's always wanted to try car sex though...

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

murray probably isn't one who was a total ladies' man even when he was younger. i think he's always been the awkward a little stand-offish sorta guy so whenever you really make it known you're into him and what he's doing, i think it would keep him going.

he loves to feel wanted and needed and when you tell him he's doing a good job or it feels good, it's enough to keep going even if he's getting tired.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't see murray as the dominating type to want to hurt you - so choking and slapping you across the face probably wouldn't be in the cards (he'd like spanking though).

i think he'd also be turned away at anything to do with s*it or other bodily fluids (except for maybe good ole pis*).

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's never one to turn down receiving, but he lovessss to give oral. again, another way for him to feel wanted and praised, but he loves how good he makes you feel. he knows he's good with his tongue and how to make you cum even with just his mouth and nothing gets him harder than having you squirt and cream all over his tongue just by him eating you out.

if there's one thing murray bauman is a god at, it's giving good head.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

when it comes to eating you out, he loves to take his time. he loves building up your orgasm with slow and delicate touches and kisses to your thighs and taking his time eating you out. murray loves to listen to you beg him to go faster while your legs tremble around him.

but when he's fucking you, it's a lot rougher. not always enough to leave bruises and marks, but he knows how to fill you up and make you feel it the next day. i don't think he's always fast, i think he gets a good pace going and when he's about to cum he probably goes a little faster.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

for as much foreplay as murray likes, i don't think he'd like quickies unless he's been pent up for a while and just needs it. though, even then he doesn't ever actually fuck you. whenever it's a quickie, it's more so you giving him head, or it starting that way until he needs to cum and starts to eat you out. (this man loves to eat out what can i say)

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

murray bauman is the type of guy to try anything once, but he doesn't take risks unless he needs to (aka getting caught in public).

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

on average i think murray could last three rounds. if he's bricked up though i can see him going for a while. you cum more than he does to be fair, he loves to deny himself of his own orgasm until he's felt he's satisfied you enough.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

murray, personally, doesn't use toys on himself, but he loves to watch you use your own toys. he loves sitting in a chair at the end of your bed and watching you pleasure yourself while he jacks himself off.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

murray LOVES to tease you. he's the type to tease and tease and tease and when you're on the verge of crying he kisses your cheeks and gives you a little "awe, you only had to ask nicely. was it so hard?" as if you weren't begging so sweetly to begin with.

but he doesn't mind getting wound up himself. if you're the one in control, he loves the way his body tingles and buzzes at how worked up you get him, teasing him until his tip is bright red and leaking with precum, bobbing on its own in search of any pressure to relieve himself.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

lots of grunts and panting. when murray has sex, i think he reallyyy gets into it. he doesn't hold back from keeping quiet, if anything, knowing that the neighbors know it's him that's making you make the noises only turns him on more and makes him moan even louder.

always praising though, if it's actual cohesive words, it's all praises to you. lots of "keeping squeezing around me like that" or "am i making you feel good, princess" or even "if you keep going like that i'm going to fill your stomach up with my cum"

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i really picture sex with murray to be like any vintage 70s porn. i think he'd love having polaroids of you either completely nude or in pretty lingerie that he can look at later. and by look at i mean jack off too and end up ruining it from getting cum all over the photo.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

murray bauman doesn't have anything spectacular, but he knows how to use it and that's what matters most.

he's probably on the average size, five to six inches hard, but has a good amount of girth that makes you still feel full when he's pumping his way into you.

probably has rounder and heavier balls, they probably sag a little and slap your chin when he fucks your throat, which only drives him even crazier, especially when the mixture of saliva and cum from your mouth dribbles out and spills onto them.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don't think murray bauman needs sex to survive, but he gets little bursts of a higher sex drive when he's with you. depending on how often he sees you too i think plays a part in his sex drive. if he doesn't see you all that much, he probably would take any chance he can to have sex, but if you see each other more often, i think he's satisfied enough to not always need sex.

this also probably would play in part with what his pace would be like, too.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think it all depends on how many rounds y'all did because if you only went a couple i think he'd stay awake afterwards to talk, maybe get a drink or two before passing out (with or without you).

though if you guys went more than what you guys usually do, and depending on if he has a drink or two in him, he'd probably pass out almost instantly, probably sometimes without pulling out all the way.

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