“poor baby.” tilting your chin up. making you look at me even though your eyes keep wanting to slide closed. “you don’t even know how wet you are right now, do you?”
you blinking. slow. trying to find my face. cheeks already pink.
“that’s okay.” sliding my hand between your legs. feeling you through your clothes. feeling exactly what i expected to find. “i know what’s happening to you.” pressing more. watching your whole body react before your brain catches up. “you’re soaked. have been for a while. just sitting here all warm and fuzzy and dripping and you didn’t even notice.”
you making a small embarrassed sound. trying to close your legs. my hand not letting you.
“shh.” not moving my hand yet. just holding the pressure there. feeling you try to grind against it despite yourself. “i noticed. i notice everything about you. especially when you’re like this.” leaning in close. mouth at your ear. “especially when you can’t.”
you blushing. knowing exactly what i mean.
sliding my hand inside. fingers finding you properly. feeling how wet you are. how warm.
“there she is.” pressing inside slow. feeling you clench immediately. your whole body recognizing what it needed before you did. “look at how well your body is responding, baby.” curling my fingers. watching your mouth fall open. “just exactly what you need.”
your hands finding my arm. gripping.
“i know.” not slowing. not stopping. thumb pressing against your clit. “i know it’s a lot. but you don’t have to think about it. that’s the whole point.” pressing deeper. feeling you clench harder. “you don’t have to think about anything right now. that’s my job. taking care of you is my job.” thumb starting to move. slow circles. “and i’m very good at my job.”
you whimpering. hips rolling. chasing my hand in these slow helpless circles. face going red because you can feel yourself doing it and you can’t stop.
“poor thing.” watching you. watching your face. “so easy right now.” curling my fingers. finding that spot. feeling you gasp. “this is what i mean when i say i know what’s best for you. because left to yourself right now you’d just sit here. wet and desperate and not even knowing why.” pressing deeper. “but i know. i always know.”
your grip on my arm tightening. a sound falling out of you that has no word in it.
“that’s it.” fingers working faster now. thumb circling steady. “just feel it. you don’t have to do anything except feel what i’m doing to you.” pressing a kiss to your face. your warm flushed cheek. “i’ve got everything else. i’ve got you. i always have you.”
your hips losing whatever rhythm they had. just grinding now. desperate.
“cum for me.” said right against your ear. fingers curling deep. thumb moving faster. “your body already knows how. you don’t have to do anything. just let go and let me take care of the rest.”
your whole body answering before your brain even registers it. clenching hard around my fingers. hips pressing forward and staying there. shaking.
working you through every second.
then pulling you in. your head against my chest. one hand stroking your hair. the other still resting warm against you.
“good girl.” pressing my lips to your hair. “i knew you needed that. i always know.“
you grabbing my wrist trying to slow me down. trying to get me to stop. your bladder so full every curl of my fingers makes you gasp and leak slightly and you can’t control it. forcing your legs wider when they try to close. thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles while you cry. “please i’m going to— i can’t hold it if you keep—” “you don’t have to hold it for long, baby” curling harder. feeling you clench. feeling you leak a little more. “cum first. right on my fingers. and then i’ll let you go.”
“i can’t— it’ll all come out— please—”
“shh.” not stopping. thumb circling. fingers curling slow and deep. “i know. i can feel how full you are.” pressing up slightly. feeling you gasp. feeling you leak a little more against my fingers. “but you’re so close. i can feel that too.”
you shaking your head. gripping my wrist harder.
“yes you are.” rubbing your clit a little faster. “your body is right there even through all of this. even this desperate. even this full.” curling deeper. feeling you clench hard. another small leak. “see that? that’s not you losing control. that’s your body trying to cum. there’s a difference.”
tears running down your face from how overstimulated you are. legs shaking around my hand.
“please— please i’m begging— please just let me go first—”
“no.” said so gently. thumb pressing a little more against your clit. “cum first...and then I’ll let you use the bathroom.” feeling you try to hold still and fail. hips rolling forward. chasing my fingers even through the desperation. “look at that.” watching your hips move. “you’re so full and yet you can’t stop wanting more of my fingers”
“cum for me. right now. and i’ll take you straight to the bathroom. i promise i won’t make you wait a single second after.”
watching your body relax. feeling you press against my fingers more.
your whole body clenching. cumming hard around my fingers. losing control of everything at once. the orgasm and everything else hitting simultaneously.
holding you through all of it. helping you finish on my fingers.
“good girl.” pressing a kiss to your hair. pulling my fingers out gently. wrapping my arms around you. “good girl. i’ve got you. you did so well for me. let mommy carry you to the bathroom, princess-“
laying you on the bed. hands sliding up your thighs. pressing a kiss to your hip. “let me see you, baby. let me look at you properly.”
you blushing at first then spreading your legs to let me look.
spreading you gently with my thumbs. just looking at first. taking my time. “so pretty.” murmured against your inner thigh. pressing a kiss there. “so so pretty.” tracing one finger along you slowly. barely touching you. “so soft here.” dragging slow. feeling you twitch. “sensitive?”
you nodding.
“good.” pressing another kiss to your inner thigh. then the other. looking up at you. “that’s exactly what i need to know, sweetheart.” circling your hole slowly. feeling you clench. “i need to know everything about how your body responds. that’s what this is for.” pressing a kiss just above your clit. feeling you take a deep breath. “all of it. every single reaction.”
spreading you a little wider. examining carefully. thoroughly. “look how wet you are already.” one finger sliding through you slowly. gathering it. “just from me looking at you, baby.” looking up at you. “that’s so good. that’s perfect.”
fingers finding your clit. just resting there at first. “i’m going to touch you here for a little while.” rubbing the softest slow circle. feeling you twitch immediately. “i need to see how sensitive you are.” another circle. slower. “how you respond to different pressures.” pressing just slightly firmer. watching your hips shift. “there we go.”
taking my time there. slow circles. different pressures. different rhythms. watching every reaction. remembering everything. “you’re doing so well.” said against your inner thigh. pressing kisses there while my thumb keeps moving. “thank you for being so patient, for me..”
then my mouth finding you. tongue slow and flat. one long stroke. feeling your whole body respond.
“shh.” hands pressing your hips down. “stay still for me, baby. i need to feel your response.” tongue circling your clit slow. feeling you try to stay still and fail. “i know. i know.” not stopping. working you slow and thorough. pulling back. looking at you. “you’re so responsive here.”
one finger finding your hole. pressing in so slow. “breathe for me, sweetheart.” feeling you clench immediately around it. “good girl. feel that? feel how well you take it?” pumping slow. just one. feeling every inch. curling gently. finding that spot. watching your back arch. “there it is…good.”
pressing a second finger in alongside the first. “a little more for me, baby.” feeling you stretch. “breathe… that’s it.” pumping both slow. spreading them slightly. feeling you clench around them. “you’re taking my fingers so well, your body knows you need my fingers inside of you.” curling both. finding that spot again. watching your whole body respond.
thumb finding your clit while my fingers keep moving. working both at once now. “this is part of the inspection..i need to see how you respond to both at the same time.” feeling you clench harder. “just like that…so good.”
mouth finding you again. lips wrapping around your clit while my fingers curl inside you. working everything at once. feeling you build.
“you’re getting close.” pulling back just enough to speak. fingers not stopping. “that’s okay. that’s exactly what i need to see.” thumb circling. fingers curling. “let it happen, baby. that’s the whole point. show me how your body responds. i need to see everything.”
feeling you tip over. clenching hard around my fingers. hips pressing forward.
working you through every second. not stopping until you’re completely done.
then stopping. pulling back. looking at you. taking you in.
“perfect.” pressing a kiss to your hip. your stomach. crawling up to look at you properly. cupping your face. “absolutely perfect. you did so well. such a good girl.” pressing a kiss to your forehead.
god. i want someone with a big clit/tdick to sit in my lap facing away from me with my hand stroking them off when they haven't gone to piss in a few hours. i want to slide my fingers on either side of their clit and gently squeeze them in my hand. i want to feel their clit swell up, turning hard and hot. i want to massage my finger tips around the entrance to their hole. my other hand petting their thighs, rubbing their round belly. i want my hand to glide between their clit and labia as the urge to piss grows. they keep trying to close their legs to clench, but i'll keep coaxing them to keep those legs open. a warm spurt hits my hand. i cup my hand around their clit so they can feel the warmth of their piss. they beg for me to let them get up to go to the bathroom, but instead i lift them up and roll them back to lay into me more, one hand spreading their leg wide open as comfortably it can go, and my other hand spreading their pussy lips open, tdick exposed to cool air, and unclenching the muscles around their urethra.
"then go," i say, as i hear a little trickle hitting the floor followed quickly by a heavy arcing stream of piss splattering everywhere. they can try to stop from pissing so much so hard, but we both know they can't, because it just feels too damn good to stop. ❤️
one of my favorite things to do is fuck someone with a full bladder. i love watching the way their face changes when i’m inside them and i’m pressing against their bladder.
the buildup is part of it. watching them drink water. knowing what’s coming. seeing them get more and more full. fidgeting. crossing their legs. that desperate look when they ask if they can use the bathroom and i say no. not yet.
that moment when i finally have them on the bed. legs spread. already shaking. and i slide inside them for the first time. watching their whole body tense. their mouth falling open. that sharp intake of breath. not just from the stretch. not just from being filled. but from the pressure. from feeling the strap or my fingers pressing right against their full bladder.
their eyes going wide. that desperate little whimper escaping before they can stop it. hands immediately gripping the sheets. or my arms. or anything they can hold onto. trying to ground themselves. trying to adjust to everything they’re feeling at once.
i love how they’re already squirming before i even start moving. already struggling. hips shifting. trying to find a position that’s less intense. but there isn’t one. trying to adjust to the fullness. to the pressure. trying to remember how to breathe. how to hold it. how to do both at the same time.
and then i start fucking them. slow at first. just gentle thrusts. watching. learning how much they can take. watching their face for every reaction. the way their eyebrows furrow. the way they bite their lip. every time they clench around me. every time they gasp. knowing they’re fighting their own body. fighting the urge to let go.
the way they try so hard to stay still. to not move too much. because moving makes it worse. makes the pressure more intense. makes it harder to hold. but they can’t help it. their body betrays them. their hips move anyway. rolling slightly. chasing the pleasure even though it makes holding harder. even though every movement makes them more desperate.
i love reaching down and touching their clit. or rubbing where they’re most sensitive. watching them immediately tense. whole body going rigid. “no, please, i can’t if you touch there…” voice strained. desperate. but i do it anyway. slow circles. steady pressure. because i want to see them struggle. want to watch them try to hold both the orgasm and their bladder. watching their face contort. trying to decide which need is more urgent.
that first leak. fuck. that’s my favorite part. watching their face go from intense concentration to shock. eyes going wide. mouth opening. realizing what just happened. then embarrassment flooding in. face going red. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i couldn’t…” and i just keep going. keep fucking them. keep touching them. “it’s okay, baby. let it happen.”
because that’s when they really start to lose it. when they realize they can’t hold it anymore. when their body just takes over. and they leak more. little spurts with each thrust. and they’re so embarrassed but so turned on and they can’t stop either one. can’t stop the leaking. can’t stop grinding against me. can’t stop moaning.
pressing down on their lower stomach while i’m inside them. right where i know they’re fullest. feeling them tense immediately. hearing that desperate cry. watching their face crumple. watching more leak out. watching the wet spot grow. completely helpless. their body doing what it wants despite how hard they’re trying to control it.
“you can’t hold it, can you? poor thing. feels too good. too much pressure.” watching them shake their head frantically. tears forming in their eyes. overwhelmed by all of it. “i’m trying so hard…” voice breaking. “i know you are, baby. but you’re going to let go for me anyway.”
fucking them harder now. purposefully. deliberately. making it impossible to hold. each thrust pushing against their bladder. each movement forcing more out. watching them completely lose control. leaking continuously now. not just spurts anymore. steady. making such a mess. sheets getting soaked. too far gone to care anymore. just needing.
and the sounds they make. those desperate whimpers. those embarrassed moans. the wet sounds of me fucking them mixed with the sound of them leaking. the way they say “i can’t stop” over and over like they need me to know. like they need permission to lose control. like they need me to tell them it’s okay.
the way everything is more intense for them. every thrust hits different. deeper. harder. because of the pressure. every touch overwhelming. their clit so sensitive. their whole body more sensitive because of the fullness. because they’re right on that edge of too much. because every nerve is on fire.
watching their thighs shake. their stomach muscles tense and release. the way they arch their back. the way they can’t keep their eyes open. can’t focus on anything except the sensation. the pressure. the pleasure. the humiliation. all of it mixing together.
watching them get close to cumming while they’re still leaking. still losing control. their moans getting higher. more desperate. body tensing in that specific way. “please, please can i cum now?” and making them wait. making them hold that a little longer. fucking them through it. touching them. pressing on their stomach. watching them struggle with one more thing. watching them try to hold their orgasm while their bladder has already given up.
and then finally. “cum for me, baby. let go of everything.” watching them give in so easily cumming while they’re still leaking. while they’re still making a mess. orgasm and relief hitting at the same time. their whole body convulsing. shaking. moaning so loudly. completely overstimulating them. more intense than it would be normally because of everything else. because they’re so full. so desperate.
working them through it. not stopping. letting them feel every second. watching them ride it out. watching the mess get bigger. watching them completely lose themselves in it.
the way they look after. hair messy. face flushed. tears on their cheeks. embarrassed. vulnerable. immediately trying to hide. to curl up. to cover the mess. and me pulling them close. “hey, you’re okay. you did so well, baby.”
needing to be held. needing to be told they did well. that they were good. that the mess doesn’t matter. that i wanted this. that i loved watching them lose control like that. stroking their hair. their back. grounding them. bringing them back.
that trust. letting me push them there. letting me make them lose control. knowing i’ll take care of them after. knowing i wanted this. wanted them exactly like this. vulnerable. overstimulated. completely at my mercy.
if you’re reading this and getting turned on. if your heart is racing. if you’re squirming. if you’re thinking about what it would feel like. the pressure. the fullness. the struggle. the inevitable loss of control. fuck. i want that for you.
want to watch you try to hold it. watch your face when you realize you can’t. watch you leak. watch you get embarrassed. watch you get more turned on because of the embarrassment. watch you completely lose control while i fuck you. watch you cum while you’re still making a mess.
because there’s nothing hotter than someone trusting you enough to let themselves be that vulnerable. that overstimulated. that completely at your mercy. that willing to let go of control because you told them to.
“come here, baby. let me see you.” you standing in front of me. fidgeting. clearly full bladder. needy. “how full are you right now?”
“really full… i’ve been holding it like you said…” voice shy. embarrassed. “poor baby. you’ve been so patient for me. now spread your legs. let me see.”
you obeying. spreading your legs. me kneeling in front of you. hands on your thighs. stroking them gently. “stay still, sweetheart. i just want to look at you.” examining you slowly. thoroughly. you squirming.
“i know it’s hard, baby. try to stay still for me.” you trying. trembling slightly. “please… it’s so full…” “i know, sweetheart. that’s exactly how i need you.”
sliding one finger through your wetness. you gasping. clenching. “shh, it’s okay. i’m just looking.” continuing to touch. explore. you whimpering. trying so hard to hold.
standing up. pulling you close. kissing you softly. hands roaming your body. your sides. your hips. your thighs. “you’re so beautiful, baby. even when you’re struggling like this.”
“lie down for me.” you laying back on the bed. legs spread. me crawling over you. kissing your neck. your chest. working my way down. taking my time.
hands everywhere. touching you. appreciating you. you whimpering. the fullness making every touch more intense. more overwhelming.
kissing your stomach. right where you’re full. you gasping. clenching. “sensitive here?” kissing again. softer. “poor thing.”
finally positioning myself between your legs. strap already on. “this is going to be intense, sweetheart. but you’re going to try to hold it as long as you can, okay?”
lining up. pushing in slowly. so slowly. you gasping. clenching. body trying to adjust to both sensations. “breathe, baby. just breathe for me.” pushing in deeper. inch by inch. you whimpering. “it’s too much… the pressure…”
“i know, angel. but this is the only way you get to cum tonight. you hold it while i touch you. while i fuck you. can you do that for me?” you nodding. desperate. “i’ll try… i’ll try so hard…”
fully inside now. staying still. letting you adjust. leaning down. kissing you deeply. hands on your face. your neck. your shoulders. not moving my hips yet. just letting you feel the fullness. the pressure.
“you’re doing so well already, baby.” finally starting to move. slow thrusts. gentle. you moaning. struggling already. “just focus on me, sweetheart.”
one hand finding your breast. playing with your nipple. rolling it. tugging gently. still thrusting slowly. you gasping. the combination overwhelming.
“how does it feel, baby?” continuing those slow thrusts. playing with your nipple. you whimpering. “so full… everything feels so much…”
“i know, sweetheart. that’s why i wanted you like this. everything’s more intense.” picking up pace slightly. still gentle. other hand sliding down. hovering near your clit but not touching yet. teasing.
you watching my hand. wanting it. needing it. “please…” “please what, baby?” “please touch me there…” “but that’ll make it so much harder to hold.”
finally touching. just barely. light circles on your clit. you gasping. clenching hard around the strap. “breathe, baby. relax.”
thrusting steadily. rubbing your clit gently. you trembling. struggling. “i’m trying… i’m trying so hard…” “i know you are, sweetheart. you’re being so brave for me.”
suddenly you leaking. just a little. you gasping. embarrassed. immediately trying to stop it. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry…” “hey, shh. it’s okay, baby. you’re okay. that’s supposed to happen.”
slowing down. not stopping. just gentler. letting you catch your breath. “you’re doing so well. that was just a little bit. you can keep going.”
continuing those slow thrusts. hands back to your body. your thighs. your hips. your stomach. avoiding your clit for now. giving you a break. you breathing hard. trying to regain control.
“there you go, baby. just like that.” kissing your neck. your jaw. your lips. still moving slowly inside you. “you’re so good for me, sweetheart.”
gradually picking up pace again. not too fast. just building. you moaning. hands gripping the sheets. gripping my shoulders. needing something to hold.
hand back to your clit. rubbing circles. you immediately tensing. “i know, baby. i know it’s hard. but you can do this.”
more leaking. you whimpering. embarrassed. trying to hold but can’t. “it’s okay, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” not stopping. still fucking you slowly. steadily.
“this is what happens, baby. when you’re this full and i touch you like this. you can’t help it.” you nodding. tears forming. overstimulated.
pressing very gently on your lower stomach. just a little pressure. you gasping. more leaking. “please… i can’t…” “shh, i know. just let it happen, sweetheart.”
picking up pace more now. fucking you harder. not rough. but purposeful. deliberate. rubbing your clit. pressing on your stomach occasionally. you leaking more. continuously now.
“poor baby. look at you. can’t hold it anymore, can you?” you shaking your head. whimpering. humiliated but so turned on. “i’m so embarrassed…”
“i know, sweetheart. but you’re doing so well for me. this is exactly what i wanted. you losing control because of how good it feels.”
continuing to fuck you. steady rhythm. rubbing your clit. you leaking more with each thrust. making a mess. can’t stop anymore. “i can’t stop… i can’t stop it…”
“that’s okay, baby. don’t try to stop. just feel how good this is.” thrusting deeper. harder. pressing down on your stomach. forcing more out.
you completely losing control now. leaking continuously. embarrassed but getting close to cumming. “please… please can i cum now?”
“not yet, sweetheart. i want more out first.” continuing to fuck you. press on your stomach. work you thoroughly. you whimpering. trembling. making such a mess.
finally most of it out. you trembling. shy but so desperate to cum. “please, mommy… please let me cum…”
rubbing your clit hard now. fucking you deep. “okay, baby. cum for me. you earned it.” you clenching, and cumming so hard. moaning. shaking. still leaking the last bit through your orgasm.
working you through it. not stopping until you’re completely finished. empty. finally pulling out slowly. you immediately curling into me.
“you did so well, baby. i’m so proud of you. you tried so hard to hold it. you were perfect for me.” kissing your head. holding you tight. wiping your tears. “such a brave girl. you did exactly what i wanted.”
stroking your hair. your back. soothing you. “let’s get you cleaned up and into a warm bath, sweetheart. you were so good for me.”
i dare you to press a vibrator right against your clit while you have a full bladder. press down on your bladder with your free hand while the vibrator works.
it feels so different with a full bladder, doesn’t it baby? when your bladder’s empty, the vibrator feels good. but when it’s full? oh, poor thing. it feels incredible. almost too good. every vibration hitting differently. stronger. more intense. your full bladder making everything more sensitive.
aww, and you’re getting so wet from it. feel how much wetter you get when your bladder’s full like this? your body responding so much more. dripping. the combination of fullness and vibration making you soaked.
poor baby. you’re going to have to try so hard to hold both. i know it’s difficult, sweetheart. with an empty bladder you could edge yourself for hours. but like this? with all that pressure? holding your bladder while getting so close to cumming? both needs building at the same time? it’s so much harder, isn’t it?
turn it up higher, baby. press your hand down harder on that full bladder. i know, i know it makes everything feel even better but also makes it so much harder to hold. that’s why it’s better this way though, right? feels so much more intense than it ever does when you’re empty.
you’re starting to leak a little, aren’t you? can’t help it. the vibrator feels too good. the pressure too much. poor baby can’t hold it perfectly. that’s okay, sweetheart. just keep trying. feel how good those little leaks feel mixed with the vibrations.
getting so close now. so wet. so full. so desperate. the vibrator working your clit while your bladder’s screaming at you. trying so hard to hold both but it’s getting impossible. feels too good. better than it’s ever felt with an empty bladder. your body wants to let go of everything.
and when you finally can’t hold it anymore.. when both releases happen at once and you’re cumming and pissing and making such a beautiful mess, you’re going to understand why a full bladder makes it so much better, baby.
“i can’t… i’m so close, i can’t hold it…” her whining desperately. my fingers pumping inside her. knowing her bladder is full. “it’s okay, baby. just relax.” her shaking her head. “no, i have to hold it—” curling my fingers gently. spreading her legs wider. gripping her thigh. “you don’t have to hold anything, sweetheart.” pumping slowly. adding my thumb to her clit. rubbing gentle circles. her gasping. hips moving involuntarily. grinding against my hand. feeling a tiny leak. warmth against my fingers. her eyes going wide. “oh no, i’m sorry—” “shh, baby. it’s okay.” kissing her forehead. not stopping. still pumping. still rubbing. “if you leak, it’s fine.” her whimpering. “but i don’t want to—” speeding up slightly. she leaks more. gasping. “i’m trying so hard—” “i know you are, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” kissing her cheek. moving my free hand to her lower stomach. resting above her pubic bone. pressing down gently on her bladder. her crying out. “please don’t—” leaking more now. warm against my fingers. “there you go, baby.” kissing her again. “you’re being so good.” her grinding desperately. trying to cum before losing control. adding another finger. three now. stretching her. filling her. “oh god—” pumping all three. curling them. pressing her bladder. her moaning. leaking with each thrust. can’t hold it. “i’m leaking, i’m sorry—” “don’t apologize. you’re perfect.” rubbing her faster. three fingers deep. thumb on her clit. hand pressing her bladder. she’s losing control. leaking more. grinding eagerly. “i’m so close but i can’t stop—” “then don’t stop. let go of everything.” curling harder. pressing her bladder more. her crying out. both building. “i’m gonna cum—” “let it all go, baby.” pumping faster. rubbing harder. pressing firmly. her suddenly tensing. back arching. “i can’t hold it—” everything releasing. orgasming hard. clenching tight. moaning. bladder letting go completely. warmth flooding my hand. soaking everything. still cumming. still pissing. “good girl, that’s my good girl.” working her through it. fingers pumping. thumb rubbing. drawing it out. her shaking. gasping. finally slowing. both stopping. body going limp. shaking. carefully pulling out. she’s soaked. hiding her face. “i made such a mess—” “shh, baby.” turning her face gently. kissing her. “you were perfect.” her eyes watering. “really?” “really, sweetheart. so good for me.” pulling her close. “so so good.” her curling in. still shaking. “i tried so hard…” “i know, baby. you were beautiful.”
i want to touch you while you have a full bladder.
there’s something so fucking hot about the urgency of you needing to go but needing my touch just as much.
you can’t even remember how long you’ve been holding it because i’ve been touching you, distracting you, getting you so worked up that the desperation just kept building without you noticing. and now you’re here.. spread out beneath me, my fingers inside you, and suddenly you realize how badly you need to go.
watching you try to pull away, try to tell me you need to stop. but my fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot, making you forget what you were about to say.
you whimpering, caught between two desperate needs. your body not knowing which sensation to prioritize. the fullness of your bladder making everything more intense. every curl of my fingers putting pressure where you’re already so full.
you squirming beneath me, thighs trying to close. but i keep them open, keep fucking you with my fingers, rubbing your clit with my thumb. watching your face struggle between pleasure and desperation.
the way your body tenses, trying to control both sensations at once. trying to hold your bladder while grinding against my hand. the desperation in your eyes, the flush spreading across your face and chest.
getting you closer and closer to orgasm while you desperately try to maintain control. watching you realize you can’t hold both. can’t cum without losing control of your bladder. the panic mixed with pleasure on your face.
feeling you start to leak on my fingers. just a little at first. you tensing even more, trying to stop it, but my fingers keep moving, keep curling, keep pushing against that full bladder.
and right when you’re on the edge, right when you’re about to cum, leaning down and biting your inner thigh. hard enough to make you gasp. watching that be the final thing that breaks you.
you orgasming hard, back arching, while simultaneously losing all control. feeling the warmth against my hand, the way you can’t stop it anymore. seeing the relief and pleasure and embarrassment wash over your face all at once. the way your whole body shakes from the intensity of letting go of everything.
the way you look at me after. flushed, breathless, shy and satisfied all at once.
knowing i made you lose control in every possible way.
edging you for hours while your bladder is full. bringing you close over and over, never letting you finish. it started this morning when i handed you water. “drink this for me, baby.” being so sweet about it. you drinking obediently. me bringing you glass after glass throughout the day. “finish that one, sweetheart.” you not thinking anything of it at first. just doing what i say. but then your bladder getting full. starting to feel uncomfortable. “i need to use the bathroom—” me shaking my head. “not yet, baby. hold it for me.” you whimpering but obeying. more time passing. me still bringing you water. you getting desperate. squirming constantly. “please, i really need to go—” “i know, sweetheart. just hold it.” then starting to touch you. hands roaming your body. getting you worked up. sliding my hand between your legs, touching you through your clothes. you gasping. “what are you—” “shh, baby. mommy just wants to make you feel good.” rubbing you slowly. building you up. getting you right to the edge. then stopping. you whining in frustration. “no, please—” “patience, sweetheart.” doing this over and over. touching you, working you up, bringing you close. then stopping. hours of this. your bladder getting fuller and fuller. you begging. “please, i need to cum and i need to pee so badly—” me finally pulling you to the bedroom. laying you down. “okay, baby. now you get to cum.” sliding three fingers inside you with ease. you crying out, the fullness too much combined with your bladder. “i can’t, it’s too much—” “you’re going to do both, baby. cum and pee. in that order.” starting to fuck you with my fingers hard and fast. build you up. you’ve been edged for hours. you’re ready. my thumb finding your clit, rubbing it in circles. the pressure overwhelming. your bladder screaming. the pleasure intense. “but i can’t—” “yes you can, sweetheart.” not slowing down. pumping my fingers deep. curling them to hit that spot. rubbing your clit relentlessly. you squirming desperately underneath me. trying to hold your bladder while chasing your orgasm. hands gripping the sheets. breathing ragged. “please, i’m going to leak—” “then leak, baby. i don’t care. but you’re orgasming first.” working you even harder. adding a fourth finger, stretching you. you gasping at the fullness. my thumb never stopping on your clit. watching your face. seeing you get closer. seeing you struggle. your whole body tense. fighting to hold on. “i can’t, i can’t—” “yes you can. focus on my fingers. feel how good it is.” curling them perfectly. hitting that spot over and over. rubbing your clit harder, faster. you starting to shake. getting so close. the hours of edging making everything more intense. every nerve on fire. “that’s it, baby. let go. cum for me.” pumping my fingers relentlessly. your back arching. finally, finally tipping over the edge. orgasming hard, harder than you have in so long. clenching around my fingers. but the orgasm too intense. your bladder giving out. losing control while you cum. warm liquid flowing. soaking my hand, the sheets beneath you. mixing with your wetness. but not stopping. still fingering you through it. through the orgasm, through the leak. “there you go, baby. good girl. you did so well.” prolonging your orgasm. making you feel every second. you crying out, shaking, overstimulated. orgasming and leaking and unable to stop either. finally starting to slow as you come down. “so perfect, baby. you did exactly what i wanted.” pulling my fingers out gently. looking at my soaked hand. the wet sheets. your flushed face. “such a good girl. took everything mommy gave you. came so hard for me even though you were so desperate.” stroking your face tenderly. “let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart. you did amazing.”
ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis — in which wonbin is a fan of your group, biases you, and posts on your fandom's selca day, which surprisingly gets your attention.
ᝰ.ᐟpairing — fan!park wonbin x idol!gn!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre — smau, idol! au, comedy, fluff ᝰ.ᐟ warnings — swearing, jokes about violence, wonbin is down smth terrible lol
💬 — i love wonbin! also, i wanna do the reverse version of this, but it'll be for a different member <3 so if you want either sungchan or seunghan vote pls! (i have different ideas for sohee and taro lol) | divider creds: @/enchanthings
do you want sungchan or seunghan for reverse version:
He’s a MUNCH. He loves everything about it. Don’t get me wrong, he also loves receiving. When he’s with you, he aims to please. The hair pulling, trembling, those little moans and whines, the taste, he just wants you all day, everyday.
Would make you the sluttiest little outfits for you to wear. You’re his personal dress up doll.
He would enjoy fucking you in his work room. Sometimes a man just needs a little inspiration, right?
He’s also very handsy when y’all drink out in public. The drunker he gets, the more he wants to touch your ass or bury his face in your tits/thighs.
Very VERY loud with the praise. He almost never stops talking. “You feel soooo good. I can’t get enough of you” “You have the most perfect little pussy, and it’s all for me? I’m so fucking lucky”
A chronic moaner. If he’s not talking, he’s outwardly moaning and cursing under his breath.
He would be into light primal play. The feeling of chasing you through the house and finally catching you, just to ravage you is something he needs. It drives him crazy. He likes the thrill of the chase.
He would be down to try just about anything if you asked. As I stated before, he aims to please. So, any suggestion or fantasy you have, he’s all in.
Has a HUGE dick. It’s 9in and GIRTHY.
He knows he’s big, so he’s always careful to let you get adjusted and comfortable before he fucks your brains out. Unless you just want him immediately. In which case, he will happily tear you in half.
Loves leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere. And he likes leaving them where others may or may not see. He wants everyone to know that you’re his.
Sometimes he falls asleep immediately after sex. It just takes a lot out of him. He would wrap his arms around you, pull you on top of him like a weighted blanket and just doze right off.
He’s a fan of cockwarming. Especially while he draws his designs. Just having you sitting on his lap, balls deep inside you. Just feeling your warmth around him is enough at times.
He wants to make you scream. He loves to hear the sounds you make. Even just the sound alone is enough to make him cum without even touching you. It’s one of his biggest turn ons. So please, moan, cry, whine. Make as much noise as you want.
Loves loves LOVES having his hair pulled or being guided by his hair.
He’s a switch. While he loves being the dominate one and fucking you until you cry, he also loves being told what to do by you. He wants you to tell him what he’s gonna do, when he’s gonna do it, how he’s gonna do it.
He has a praise kink. Tell him that he’s doing good. Tell him what a good boy he’s being. How good he feels. He’ll melt into a puddle. He likes to praise and be praised.
CW: Fem!Reader, Overstim (August/Semiu), Lowkey sub!bro, Mentions of people watching you have sex (Corvus), Strap-on sex (Semiu)
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August - Squirting
“Augie,” you whine, hand gripping his hair as he licks over your sensitive clit. “Feels so good”
“Yeah?” He says, waiting for you to nod before he leans back down. He sucks on your clit as he pushes a dildo inside you. He’s no stranger to toys; he's fond of using them on you. You're a few orgasms in, back pressed against August's desk as he holds you in place. You're soaked, chest heaving and writhing while August sucks at your clit. He can't help it; he loves how you taste.
You're going to cum again, you can feel it building. It's an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach as August works the toy into you even faster. Even while he's eating you out, he’s not quiet, moaning against your skin. A few more thrusts and you finally cum, you cry out his name as you gush around the toy. August pulls the toy out of you, but he doesn't move away, drinking up everything you have to offer him. His tongue flicks over your clit again, but you’re too sensitive and push his head away.
“Fuck baby, that was so hot,” He says. He kisses his way up your body. “You sounded so beautiful.” His voice is whiny and desperate. “I need to see it again, need to make you do that around my cock”
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Bro - Blindfold
He works so hard, he needs some time to let go. When you tell him as such, he says that whatever you’re willing to give him is perfect, and you don’t have to do anything extra for him. He’s perfectly fine spending any time with you. When you suggest that there's something else you want to try, he’s all down for it.
You’re completely naked, straddling his lap, wrapping his bandana around his eyes. He lets you do as you please, enjoying the sensation of your hands on his body. Then you back away, and he can’t feel you anymore. He focuses on what he can hear; the sound of you shuffling down the bed is clear. When you press a kiss to his left thigh, he jumps, clearly not expecting it. You giggle, and he lets out an amused exhale. You press another kiss to his hip, and he gives the same reaction. “Doesn’t it feel more intense when you don’t know it's coming?” you ask, punctuating your question with a bite to his other thigh. The sensation makes him moan.
You pull back for a moment, leaving him with zero idea of what to expect, then take his hard cock into your mouth. The sensation makes him moan out, jerking his hips slightly. His hand flies to the back of your head as he gets lost in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him.
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Corvus - Public Sex
“When I ask you to do something, you say ‘Yes, Sir’ and do it” Corvus grunts as he bends you over his desk. You’re the only person, besides Semiu, who can get away with giving the boss attitude the way that you do. You still get punished for your teasing words; it's just very different from what anyone else would receive for pushing him. One of his hands grips your hip, holding you in place as he guides his thick cock into you. When he bottoms out he pulls you up so your body is flush against his. “Are you going to keep talking back to me?” He asks. It takes a while to rile him up to this point, but it’s a special talent you possess. You say “No, Sir,” but the grin on your face makes it clear to him you’re lying. He tuts, shaking his head at you.
He lets you go, pushing you back down. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the disobedience out of you”
“Yes, Sir,” you moan, as he finally begins to move. A harsh hand comes down on your ass, and the force jolts you forward. You squeal at the sting and immediately cover your mouth, something Corvus clearly doesn’t like. He reaches forward pulling your hand away from your face.
“Are you ashamed of how I make you feel?” he asks.
“No, it's just that Enjin and Semiu are right outside.” You can feel his cock twitch when you say it. He looks over at the door, realising it’s not locked and they could come in at anytime.
“And what’s wrong with them seeing? What if I just invited them in so they can see that you can, in fact, behave?” His thrusts are harsher, his grip on your hips is tighter, almost as if he’s trying to make you louder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir”
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Enjin - Cum Play
“Shit, we’re out of condoms” He says, throwing the box behind him. You’re so needy that your instincts take over and you pull him back down into a kiss.
“Promise you’ll pull out?” you ask as he kisses down your neck.
“Fuck yeah”, he breathes against your skin. He reaches down to guide himself into you, moaning at the feeling. He kisses you again as he fucks you. Though he’d never verbalise it, Enjin is a huge sap when it comes to you. The kiss is intimate, and it spurs the two of you on. His hips snap against your thighs as you tremble in his grip. He feels so good, you know you wont last. “Im gonna cum. Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, reaching down to play with your clit. He wants to feel you cum around him before he pulls out. You cum hard, body tensing beneath Enjin as he tries his best to hold out while your perfect pussy pulses around him.
Enjin can’t hold back any longer, he pulls out and wraps his fist around his cock. He cums with a groan of your name, and you stay in place as he coats your tummy in the cum. When he’s done painting your body, he takes a few moments to look at you. You’re breathing heavily, makeup smudged, sweaty and covered in his cum; you’re his. His cock starts twitching as he looks at the reminder of how good your body makes him feel.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Look so good covered in cum” he groans as he drags two fingers through the mess on your stomach. He lifts your fingers to your mouth, smiling as you happily take the fingers into your mouth.
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Gris - Marking
It's the next morning, while he's getting dressed, that he sews the marks. He presses his finger into the blooming mark on his hip, sighing at the dull ache that follows. You've left your mark all over him and the idea that you've claimed your territory has him getting hard in his pants.
He considers trying to ignore the feeling, but when he looks down at you still lying in bed, he's overcome with the need to rail you again. You immediately greet him when you feel his weight dip into the bed.
“You left your claim on me” he says, pulling you into a kiss. “Want to do it again?” He asks as he takes off his shirt. The idea that if anyone get a glimpse of the marks, they'll know he belongs to you makes him unbelievably horny. He does belong to you, and he intends to show you that with his cock. It doesn't take long for him to get the two of you down to underwear and positioned so that you're now straddling him. You grind your hips against his as you suction your lips to his neck, leaving behind a mark that he won't be able to cover up.
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Semiu - Bondage
She has your wrists bound to the headboard with sturdy handcuffs as she teasingly kisses your body. She Wants to see you writhe and scream her name as you take what she gives you. She's had the idea for a while now. Though she's always been a tease, this new kink seems to have brought out a whole new side of her.
She is between your legs, holding a vibrator to your clit. She's been edging you for what feels like hours, everything you get close to cumming, she shuts off the vibrator. She loves seeing you writhe and tug at the handcuffs as the frustration builds. She watches as your back arches and your hips instinctively roll against the toy. A satisfied grin stretches across her face as she once again clicks the toy off.
“Fuck, Semiu. Please just let me cum” you whine. She puts the toy down and shuffles forward. You can feel the tip of the strap she's wearing slip between your pussy lips and catch at your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, desperate for any stimulation.
She pushes in just the tip and stops. She watches in amusement as you attempt to adjust your hips and take more of her but are unable to due to your restraints.
“Oh baby, we've only just started”
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Thank you so much for reading, I want to write more for gachiakuta!
Note✒: no gender specified, gn! or FtM friendly achieving that one request about gn!reader @kodyiskewl
☕︎kofi
Warnings: MDNI, nsfw, squirting, fingering, penetration, sliiight dubcon in ya squeeze
"Fuck I'm sorry babe... I just love seeing you twitch" his voice is surprisingly low, against your skin, he was leaning over you and had been fingering you for the past hour having you gushing over his finger too many times already, holding both your hands up preventing you from pushing him away or escaping his grasp.
You just had to take it, you kind of deserved it tho, you've been bitching at him the whole week cause he wasn't paying attention to ya, so you thought you'd just tease while being a total brat. Well, guess what? This made him furious, and now this was his revenge.
At first, you were clueless, he just started pleasuring you, and you thought it was gonna be a peaceful fuck. But after the fourth time, your legs were twitching badly, as he abused your sweet spot so much so damn much, and he was enjoying it.
"Where's all that mouth now? Huh" he whispers to your ear, pumping his fingers and curling them just right, his hand gripping your wrists while you just whimper in response. Pleading him to stop, it was too much, even tho fluids still kept leaking out of you. "S-stop... please"
"Oh yeah? You didn't stop bothering me even tho I asked during the whole week baby" he growls, as you softly cried out "you can take it. I know" he murmurs kissing your temple, while he kept curling his finger just right causing your body to arch, as you felt another orgasm approaching fast, saliva dripping down your chin.
You felt his hardening cock against your thighs, he freed your wrists, hand groping your hips and pulling you into his lap, as he kept plunging his fingers into you. The angle changed briefly but it triggered your orgasm right away.
He pulled your chin to the side kissing you fiercely, you kissed back teeth clashing and tongue swirling together. Yout feet curled as he slightly slowed down, grinding his hand towards you. He pulled his finger out which made you exhale as the torture stopped.
Little did you know he was about to slide his whole cock inside you. He peppered your face with kisses "just a little more" as soon as his shaft stretched your walls you cried out, a couple of thrusts where enough make you squirt. All over his lap, trembling and tears wetting your cheek you started pleading again "I'm sorry— August-"
He reached for your tears and wiped them kissing your cheeks "Aw baby...I'm right there" he murmurs, now his movements are softer. In no time he pulled out spilling all over you, both your thighs drenched with each other's juices.
"You're lucky I'm patient enough with you." He whispers kissing your eyelids and pulling you closer. Well you still find it hot when he was angry.
first of, LOVE your work!!! the dads friend fic? can’t get over it, still did not recover!
can i ask for a mean dom nanami that makes you squirt through your panties and bullies u for it? 🥺 while enjoying himself as well hehe like “look at the mess u made/how messy u are” vibes
thx 💗
❤︎ ໋𓈒 nanami making you squirt for the first time.
warnings. fem! reader, praise, tried making him mean but he’s still soft :>, squirtin, dirty talk, talking you through it, mdni. an. 'm good!! thank u sm!
“make you do what, sweetheart?” he’d murmur right up against your ear. you felt a chill run up your spine the moment he presses a soft kiss near the inside corner of your neck. he was so gentle with his touch, you laid back against him with your legs practically parted—sprawled all open. “tell me what you want from me. talk to me nice.”
a near pout stretched against the corners of your lips before you reply with a sigh, “i- i want you to make me squirt again,” and you dragged out your words just a tad bit. his body heat behind you was immensely hot, warm even. “can never do it right by myself.”
“ah. course you can’t,” he purrs in a low melodic soothing tone. nanami’s fingers strum against the outer part of your panties and your breath achingly hitches. “say pretty please. use those manners, sweetheart. taught you well, did i not?”
he was practically insufferable, although he always did like the sound of your voice. “pretty please,” you reply with a quickness, feeling your knees merely buckle. he was a tease, brushing a few fingers near the middle part of your underwear. “pretty please, i want you to make a mess out of me.”
“atta girl,” he whispers, kissing the back of your forehead. and that’s the moment when he gently squeezes near your thigh, uttering out a playful. “now lie back ‘n i’ll do just that.”
“can i— may i take off my panties?” you breathe, moaning once he gingerly brings his right hand to softly grip near your breasts.
he grazes a thumb to run against your perky nipple before giving it a nice squeeze. he finds it cute, the way you’re so helplessly needy, squirming all against him just so he can start. your entire head was clouded, you hold in a sharp breath before a whine skims past your lips.
“nooo, darling,” he denies you, and that was probably the most sweetest ‘no’ you’ve ever been told before. his other hand that resided between your thighs starts to softly create strokes against your clit. he hums, feeling the nearly faded dampened spot, oh how soaked you were. “good girls get their panties removed. we aren’t past that part yet, are we not?”
you pout, another sweetened sigh leaving out of you. “but i said pretty please.”
“and i heard you the first time, my love,” he says, and you whimper once he feels all over your chest. his rough fingers had such a softness to it, you hadn’t even realized how prematurely soaked you were. it was a bit of playful sass to his tone, you swallow before rubbing the back of your head against his chest. “now. let me make you my messy girl as promised, ‘n i’ll think about removing this pretty panties, okay?”
“… okay.”
nanami lowly chuckles, and you lean back against him the moment he starts to create a bit of stimulation against your clit.
“oh, don’t be so disappointed,” and he starts slow strokes. deep filthy strokes, you wanted for him to just remove your panties … but alas, that wouldn’t happen just yet. nanami created a plethora of chaste kisses near the inner part of your neck whilst your legs twitch in pleasure. you were far too sensitive, moaning each time his tongue softly drags against the sweet soft parts of your neck. you were addicting, equivalent to a drug. nanami loved to kiss up and down your neck, leave all kinds of marks only for him to see. “you want me to go rougher? ‘s that why you keep whining?”
“p-please,” you concur, with a needy nod, feeling him bring a hand near your neck now. thick fingers swiftly of his wrap until you wear his hand that went around your throat like a necklace.
you wanted him to just be a tad bit rougher, just a little. you loved him being gentle, you did. but you also liked when he’d be a little mean. the times where nanami would come home from work stressed and full of fatigue. letting him taking everything out on your sweet pussy, his ultimate cure for stress relief. he was forever grateful for you. “more, kento. ‘wan more, choke me harder.”
his hand that went around your throat had a firm grip to it, a thumb of his softly swipes down the middle part of your throat and he turns your head for a kiss. you were panting heavily, each dramatic breath that left your mouth only grew substantially louder. “such a nasty fuckin’ girl. can feel you pulse all through your panties, sweetheart.”
“kento,” you’d whimper, reaching down to touch his wrist — but he lightly smacks it, earning a sweet whine from you.
“nuh uh. no touching. ‘s only for my hands,” he husks, making his strokes against your panties go ten times faster, the tempo was so vigorous that your moans became even more vocal. “silly girl. did you forget already? you have to ask to touch yourself.”
swallowing an invisible thick lump, you mewl out a sweet, “can i—”
“no baby,” he chortles, finding it cute at your attempt to even ask directly after the fact. nanami could essentially hear the pout curl amongst your lips before your eyebrows form into a perturbed adorable furrow. you were coming close, you knew that very much all too well.
it was coming at such a high chasing pace that you could barely keep up with your own breaths. even at his attempt of being ‘mean’ he was still so sweet. he couldn’t help it, especially if it was with you.
pathetically so, you felt yourself twitching within his hold. nanami’s hand that went around your throat softly massages the part where you breathe, he could feel the candied vibrations of your own moans leave out every few seconds. it was his favorite sound, forevermore his favorite tune to even hear.
“close, are you?” he simpers, and he’s using his entire hand at this point, maneuvering such rough circles against your clit. the cloth of your panties that protected it made you pout, you desperately yearned for it to just be taken off already. “mhm. wait, be quiet for a sec.”
all that could be heard was the sound of your cute exasperated breaths and the squelches that came from your soaked pussy. the fabric of your underwear was thin, basically shielding hardly anything.
“listen to her with me,” he whispers against your neck, referring to your pussy. he’s coating you with various more kisses to make you twitch and throb for more. “she’s needy for me. sloppy ‘n everything, so desperate to make a fuckin’ mess on her husband.”
“k-kentooo,” you’d moan, and his hand that was wrapped around your throat shifts its attention back towards your chest. he squeezes your right tit, massaging all around it before prodding a thumb against your nipple. “f-fuck i feel it.”
your orgasm gradually builds up, it’s like a wave that continued to rise and rise.
your thighs, even your legs began to quaver and by now, you were all slumped up against nanami. his words went straight towards your cunt, ringing all through your ears. even his dirty talk was bittersweet, rich and simply enchanting. “come on,” he sighs lowly, feeling himself start to get hard just from your pleasure. “give it to me. be a good nasty girl ‘n let go on me.”
everything came on a whim, your legs felt so numb and shook before whether moments—you felt yourself finally release.
a sudden slick gush runs out of you, and your panties were even more soaked now. you felt so flushed. the stupidest expression on your face, hooded eyes, maw dangled open as you’re panting heavily … it was a sight.
the dampened spot near the entrance of your underwear was so cute. he chuckles, strumming a thumb against that specific spot while you’re riding out your orgasm, legs vigorously still shaking from impact.
“…my oh my,” he sings, and that’s when he finally pulls your panties towards the side. nanami runs a finger down your slit before giving it a playful pinch just to hear you whimper out. “what a mess.”
“such a messy girl i’ve got myself here,” he continues, and then he slowly sinks a finger into your folds. “mhm. do you wanna be even messier for me though? we can always try it again, without the panties this time, my love.”
“hm? ain’t no guy ever make ya squirt before?” he grunts. and you’re just absentmindedly being stuffed, both of your wrists gripped back with toji holding onto them, his strokes were mean and demanding. your head continued to thump and bounce against the soft silk pillow that rested underneath your head. all you could make out was a sweet pathetic ‘nuh-uh’ and toji raises his thin eyebrows in amusement. “no baby…? not even once?”
“no- don’t think i can, i tried myself but…”
he snickers. “silly girl. trust me, you can squirt,” you bit your lip, eyes nearly rolling back from his jagged thrusts, its so good you nearly feel drool start to run down the corners of your mouth, how embarrassing it was—yet you remained stupid from his dick, feeling the warmth of your pussy clench tight against him. “want me to test it out?”
“yeah,” you whine, your voice was a mere soft mewl, an almost mumble practically, and toji gifts your ass with a spank, eliciting a moan from your mouth. he grows cocky the minute a huh? leaves his mouth. so you correct yourself with a “y-yes.”
“….‘yeah’ what girl,” he groans, skimming his dark green eyes down to see how your body jerks underneath him. his weight lightly hovers against you, and he’s still got a firm grip with your wrists, having you pitifully tongue-tied. “taught you how to speak to me. so let’s try that again.”
arrogant bastard, what your thoughts originally said—making you purposely repeat yourself, but his cock always always made up for it.
“please,” you choke out, moaning from the way he deepens his thrusts just a tad bit, your mouth starts to water from the way your pussy twitches in content. “make me squirt toji. please. i wanna be messy for you.”
“aw that’s my girl,” he purrs, releasing his grip from your wrists, yet it remains still against your bare back, his thrusts snap against you to where a cute gasp leaves your lips. “but oh, you’ve been messy though, but there’s nothing wrong with that, princess,” he teases, such mockery escaping from his tone. “relax for me, yeah? you’ll feel it when it comes.”
“okay,” you moaned, your left cheek pressed up against the white sheets of the mattress. it was cute, your face being up against the bed as you’re being absolutely stuffed and pounded. you felt yourself tightening from the inside—a coil desperately awaiting to be snapped, a feeling you never knew you could feel, and you probably looked so dumb. “okay okay o-okay.”
you cutely kept sputtering, repeating and bracing yourself. toji brings a rough hand towards the back of your neck as he’s ramming his fat length from behind you, such thrusts has your body spasming and crying out for more, it feels like a orgasm being snatched away from you.
“give it to me, girl.” he grunts, giving your ass another mean spank. the immense build up. your legs judder continuously to where your mind goes blank like an empty canvas, empty..
“a-ah t-toji—!” you squeaked, and he’s so ruthless whenever it came to you, each time you try to sit up to turn around he shoved your head lightly back down, it’s so cute. “fuck, fuck. f-fuck, ‘s about to-” and a gasp interrupts your words the minute you squirt all down his shaft to his base, your sweet juices sheath and sheath all the way down and it’s so warm and hot.
the minute you end up squirting, your legs felt so weak, it just quavered and shook. “oh my g-god,” you sobbed, and he slows his sloppy thrusts against your cunt down—leaning up close to you, direct and personal. “there we go mama, my messy fuckin’ squirter,” he whispers, he’s pressed against your ass and wraps a few fingers around your neck. planting a kiss underneath your chin he murmurs. “you made such a mess. how’s it feel?”
“good. but feels w-wet toji.”
“eheh, well yeah girl, that’s kinda the point.” he snickers, playfully sinking his teeth into your neck, giving it a teasing nibble.
SUKUNA ☆ RYŌMEN
“hm? make you squirt huh? so greedy.. my fingering isn’t enough for you?” sukuna teases and you’re laid flat on your back with your legs lazily lifted up, more like he’s holding them up for you.
you moaned, feeling him slide a single digit in and out. he sneaks a wet kiss against your thigh before leaning in to press his lips against your pussy, tasting how sweet you were. “...kuna ‘m not greedy, just wanna see what it feels like, please..”
“you are greedy,” he grunts, giving your cunt a swift spank to make your legs twitch, “but sure thing.” he mutters, warm minty breath going against your clit. your head goes back and your mouth slightly opens and parts from the way he’s fingering you and eating you out. his lips latch and lock against your folds to make your eyes roll back. he was so filthy with his tongue let alone his fingers.
you sucked your teeth—feeling his two fingers push deep in and out, going past against that spot each time, instead of your eyes rolling you were practically crossed eyed.
“f-fuck, fuck, ‘s good ‘kuna...”
“i know. you keep saying that, dumb girl. quit talkin’ and start squirting.” and you lose count of how many mean slaps he gives your pussy. he’s so mean, yet found every few seconds to praise you and let you know how good you’re doing.
“h-hurry up and make me then.”
“little girl, watch it.” he grunts, gifting you a glare, his eyes pierce against yours before he sits up, spitting right on your pussy with a rough spat, he runs a single middle finger down your slit to snatch the tiny brat left in you. you meet eye contact and your slick was very much glistening his chin, being soaked with your sweetness.
your legs were so close, just the epitome of the word jittery with how it just shook, never once staying still. the stimulation he created with his tongue let alone his fingers, it had your mind boggled. “think ‘m getting close, f-fuck.”
“uh huh. fuckin’ bet you are.” he whistles in response—grabbing ahold of his dick and you let off a cute gasp at the way he swipes his throbbing leaky pre-swollen tip against your wetness. “look at that, princess.
so eager to jus’ swallow me up.” and he slowly makes his way inside your cunt, immediately your walls hug him as a response and you’re just at the very limit. “come on, let go for me. you dont gotta be shy around me, neither does this wet pussy.”
the minute you squirt…it’s embarrassing, sukuna only smacks about five deep thrusts against your cunt and you’re already making a mess all over his base. “s-so good.” you’d cry out, and he’s staring at you.
a grunt departs his lips before he leans in to kiss you, pulling out only to ghost his fingers against your clit.
“you’re such a nasty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, you moan—tasting your own slick that ran down his chin, the sharp edges of his teeth playfully nibbling down on your lip. his body heat against yours made you feel tingly and even more in such heat. “tell me you’re my nasty girl, baby.”
“i-i’m a nasty girl, ‘kuna.” you moaned.
he gives you a dead stare—and you whine once he slips two fingers inside your throbbing pussy.
“i’m your nasty girl, ‘kuna.” you rephrased, and a cocky grin forms on his lips.
“what a good obident girl. think i like you.”
NANAMI ☆ KENTO
“you sure sweetheart?” he asks in a soft mumble, he has a wand in hand. the ringing of the toy rings against your ears as your legs were sprawled apart for him. “you want me to make you…squirt?”
“yes p-please, kento.” you nod, the cuteness bestowed upon your lips was beyond words to describe. the way your lip quivered, it was barely up a few notches yet you throbbed and throbbed. despite it only being a good ten minutes. you’re just a whimpering mess.
eager to touch yourself, you reach down to play with your pussy before he grabs it, kissing the back of your hand.
he chuckles. “oh baby…baby, gotta keep those hands to yourself if you want me to make you messy. okay? no touching.”
“s-sorry kento.”
“aw, don’t be sorry. squirt, princess.” he teases, a hum underneath his tone he was so gentle with you, with his touch yet your legs felt like they were pretty much about to give out.
the stimulation made your teeth nearly chatter, toes clench and your back nearly arching. he finds you to be so pretty like this. flat on your chest, drool running down your mouth against the pillow with your mind empty.
you hold in a moan, teeth lightly piercing down on your lip to help silence yourself from the immense pleasure, the overstim from just releasing had your chin just hovering over your arm.
“o-one more level kento.”
“more? it’s gonna be on four, dunno if my cute whiney princess can handle that.”
“p-please, need it. i wanna-”
you moan at the swift sound of nanami swiping a thumb across the vibrating toy feeling the impulses throb against your sweet cunt, indeed it now being a level higher from three and it’s so good you can just taste the urge to let yourself go.
the sudden feeling of his sneaking fingers to brush and slither against your puffy folds was just enough to send you to burst—your mouth slightly went agape, and you’re just stupid. “n-nanami.”
“so dumbstruck you said nanami instead of kento, such a sweet thing,” and you end up squirting the minute he rubs the toy in a circular motion—maneuvering it against you along with fingers to ghost and run alongside your achy pussy. “easy, ‘s okay. lie down on your chest. jus’ let go for me baby, yeah.”
“such a gorgeous girl,” he whispers in awe, leaning down to kiss your clit which turns to countless smooches, mwah after mwah and your legs were practically mush by now. “let me clean you all up with my tongue, ‘m your husband, least i could do. so relax for me, my love.”
SUGURU ☆ GETO
“oh? i’ve made you squirt before, no?” he cackles, leaning back against the headrest of the couch.
“no,” you whined, still getting over your post-orgasm, his cock stood firm inside of you, such inches of his kept you warm with your hands pressed against his chest. geto stares at you with intrigued darkened eyes. having you sat on his lap, legs still barely recovered a few minutes ago. “don’t think you ever did...”
geto grips your waist, sliding a tongue across his lips before muttering in a sly coy tone. “mhm hmm,” and he’s so sassy, even having the audacity to roll his eyes at you. black specks of hair trickle down and paint the lower half of his body. geto’s happy trail was always appetizing to look at.
“this your little way of asking me to make you soak yourself on me, angel? how cute.” he grins.
“…sugu—” and you gasp at the way he grunts the minute the pads of his thumbs lightly press and pierce into your skin. he starts making you bounce against him and your mouth opens, such lewd whines exit your lips before you throw your arms around his neck.
“wanna squirt, do it yourself. fuck me baby. show me how bad you want it,” and he groans how he’s so stuffed. so full of cum still, hefty base pounding and thwacking back against your pussy. “you’re a big girl. do it y-yourself, mhm…shit.”
he was so teasingly sly, making you rut yourself against him, in the end you always had to do pretty much everything yourself whenever it came to geto.
“…okay,” you choked out, and he playfully leans back — tiny beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead as well as the very middle part of his chiseled v-line.”
it felt so good, you’re dumbly grating your teeth together, still so sensitive, the only cacophony that left your lips was cute whimpers of, “s-sugu,” “…want you s’bad,” and even, “you’re so mean.”
he chuckles at how dumb you grew out to be simply from being stuffed full of thick inches of his dick. “gotta be mean to deal with a pussy this wet.”
his girth had you running for your money, toes clinching as you started to rollick and jerk your hips against him, reaching a hand down to play with yourself before you whine. “f-feel it, suguru.”
“yeah? what are you waitin’ for then?” he purrs.
he chuckled at the sudden moments where you’d grow quiet — he knows how good he’s getting underneath your skin with his vexatious teasing.
his cock expanded in and out the more you moved your hips against him, your soft breaths getting caught in your throat before it comes, you squirt at the same time geto came and he’s caught off guard by the sticky messy feeling, he’s the one who slips off a whine. “s-shit..”
it came out a lot…
let alone with him soaking your cunt full of his own, you really felt stuffed and full to the very depths of it, it felt like a sharp coil within you snapped. geto starts panting, and he takes a moment to blink before grunting, staring away with a flustered face. “don’t look at me. finish fucking me, hmph.”
SATORU ☆ GOJO
“pretty please, ‘toru,” you’d whine out, and he was just straight up cocky and mean, teasing you with having you on all fours, impatient and desperately desperate. “i wanna…wanna squirt.”
“i know you do,” he laughs, playfulness ran all over his tone before he gives your ass a squeeze. that earned a needy moan out of you and you but down on your lip while staring at the fat sheets of the mattress underneath you. “are you asking me to make you squirt or are ya tellin’ me, pretty girl?”
he was so infuriating. even while being plugged in with so much of his thick inches, even just barely with the way he kept swiping his fat tip against your slit, awaiting you.
“….‘m asking, s-satoru.”
he whirrs a playful tone before flipping you over on your back to face him, and then he smiles. “okay. if that’s what you want,” and his voice was so low—a tad bit raspy with pompous smugness all over his sentences. “since i know how impatient ‘n horny you are all the damn time, i’ll make ya squirt in about one minute.”
a minute?
was that even possible—you always heard about how it would take at least longer than that but then you remembered who you were dealing with. gojo satoru and his long pretty fingers that never failed to stretch your pussy out. he was forever proud of that fact, he’d make you soaking wet from not only his dick, his mouth, but especially his fingers.
“it’s gonna get messy, ‘m warning you,” he teases, pulling you up a bit to place a towel down underneath your back. he leans in to pepper kisses underneath your chin before seconds later, he moves his length aside with a grip — before slowly stuffing a single long finger inside, which after a few milliseconds, turns into another. “now, i’m gonna need you to be a good wet girl and jus’ relax for me.”
his words were soothing. you could hardly comprehend anything so his sentences went straight towards your clit, throbbing and throbbing you wanted more. he finds it cute how you grip onto his wrist, babbling about how you don’t want him to stop. “o-okay, satoru. okay.”
you shudder at the feeling of him grazing a thumb down your slit and he moves his head down between your legs to blow softly against your pussy and you moan, feeling him create a good amount of pressure to where you bare down against his fingers easily as if it came natural.
“sweet girl,” he groans, giving your pussy a kittenish suck. your eyes went back in pleasure and you whined at the feeling of his two fingers just smacking in and out of you now. the noises, they were so loud you could hardly even believe it was coming out of you. “hear how wet this sloppy pussy is? yeah girl, that’s you.”
his words that went through your ear and out the other and it got you so wet. his degradation had you pulsing, you felt the inside of your tummy tighten, muscles clenching with you lying down on your back, bracing yourself. gojo was patient with you, occasionally bringing soft kisses towards your clit. you whined before he started to grow more feral, sucking and latching his tongue against your folds while still having two fingers stuffed inside your pussy.
your brain doesn’t even process you’re squirting before gojo lets off a, “oopsie,” the minute you squirt out on his fingers, the front tips of his fingers massage and toy and prod against that spot you always grew to know—and you moan at the way he easily stole a orgasm from you like that, within a single span of a minute.
“aw. you look like you just saw your life flash before your eyes, baby,” then he sits up to face you. both arms pressed around you before muttering in a teasing tone, “want a taste? open your mouth.”
and he gives you the most sloppiest kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat before grunting, you moan in his mouth. your legs wrapped around his slim waist before he squeezes a hand down on your pussy only to spank it roughly, breaking away for a bit before whispering, “good girl. now gimme one more. wanna see if i can do it within thirty seconds.”
CHOSO ☆ KAMO
“b-baby…you wanna do that?” choso mumbles, staring in awe as the both of you watched some random eight minute compilation of women squirting. he was staring intently, and then he only grew more flustered at picturing you like that. legs all spread, eyes rolled back and maybe your tongue stupidly lolled out. “um.. squirt?”
“yes…” you nodded, sitting on his lap. he throbbed behind you, still a bit tingly from his recent orgasm of fucking you.
you pressed against his back and his chin cutely rests against your shoulder. choso’s always been a bit inexperienced whenever it came to well, women. he’s had sex sure….but he doesn’t think he’s ever made a girl do this, this thing called squirting. not until you brought it up.
the more he watched it, the more he moaned to himself at imagining you being all messy like that.
“okay baby, i can do it,” he murmurs in a soft voice.
he brings a hand between your legs and pries it open just a bit, “lie back,” he moans, seeing your legs sprawl open slowly for him made him lick his lips, he was so hungry for you. you had the phone in your hand so he could watch, imitate the exact ways to make a woman squirt with ease and it was so cute how attentive he was. “s-stimulate the um…g-spot a little like this,” he mumbles to himself, and you moan once he slowly inserts two slender long fingers inside your pussy, you were so wet he lets off a cute, “o-oh….”
his eyes multitasked, turning its focus towards you and the screen that played the lewd video at the same time. “like that c-choso, please.”
“i’m doing a good job?” he says, and it’s almost into a form of a whine. all because he’s so desperate to hear your praise and approval, he feels his stomach flip in a good way at feeling you nod against his chest, affirming him to not stop. “okay, okay,” he mutters. “add a little um…p-pressure, consistent pressure until you feel a spongey like texture deep towards the clit.”
you moaned, his words matched his fingers, you tried to squeeze your thighs together but remembered you couldn’t because they were open.
your head rested back against his chest and with a right hand squeezing down onto his thigh, you felt your leg start to bounce. “m-more.”
“don’t wanna rush this baby,” he kisses the back of your forehead. a small pout going across your lips before he continues, pausing to hear the voice on the video that’s instructing speak.
he leans against your ear, strands of his hair poking against you before he murmurs. “bare against my fingers princess. squeeze down a little ‘n relax. can you do that?”
you choke out a moan once you obey his words, doing exactly what he says before you feel a sudden rush reaching out, you never felt this feeling before such a high you craved and chased you felt dizzy, a good kind of a dizzy.
“c-choso, ‘s coming, ‘s coming,” you moaned, your legs not able to hold themselves still. he has a perfect bowling ball grip with his fingers, stroking gently against you to where your mouth salivates with your own saliva.
“…fuck,” you sobbed, the warmth of him massaging his long fingers inside of you made you taste every number of tastebuds that resided on your tongue.
the moment you gush out and squirt, coating his fingers clean of your sheeny pretty slick, you flop back against his chest and you can ever hear a tiny gasp leave his lips. “w-wow,” he whispers in shock — with how much you squirted, he was so fascinated, growing more and more curious and it was adorable. “can you…can we do that again? please?”
older bf!nanami making you squirt for the first time…
He has your legs spread, body naked and vulnerable, his thick fingers plunged deep inside of you as he slowly drags them over your g-spot, your poor, needy pussy clenching around him. You squirm in his lap, heavy breaths making the room hot and head dizzy. His other hand slowly rubbed your clit, following the same pace of his two fingers that were working inside you. He was always the type to help build up your orgasm, taking his time with you, watching you slowly fall into the pit of lust and ecstasy. He loved watching you become desperate, your body submitting to his touch, getting you so worked up to the point you can’t do anything but cum.
He listens to the way your breath waivers and your whimpers get louder, letting him know just what drives you up the wall. And he’s successful every time, leaving you a moaning, shaking mess. Only this time, you notice he purposefully curls his fingers to hook your g-spot. It’s not like he hasn’t before, but he’s constantly doing it, and slowly too. It feels different, too different. The pressure makes you squirm, each time he presses against it, it feels like you have to pee.
“Mmmph—Ken…can we stop for a second it feels like I’m gonna pee,” you shyly say. He doesn’t release his grip on you, if anything it only gets stronger. And his fingers? They’re moving faster, harder, deeper. “W-wait! Ken! I’m serious! I think I’m gonna pee!” You squeal, toes curling, a rush of embarrassment washing over you at the thought of peeing all over your boyfriend. He presses on your clit a little harder, rubbing faster.
Your whimpers turn into moans, brows furrowing as the pressure builds up, increasing each second. Each brush of his fingers has you threatening to explode everywhere. “K-Ken! You’re going too fast! Just let me use—ahhhh! Oh my god! I can’t…hold it! I’m sorry!” You meekly say, your pussy gushing everywhere. But was it really you peeing? It can’t be? Your legs are shaking and your body feels light, almost like…did he just make you squirt?
He keeps rubbing your puffy, sensitive clit, clear liquid still erupting from your poor cunt, soaking your thighs and your boyfriend’s lap. He pulls his fingers out from your sopping cunt, your juices dribbling down. “W-what…the fuck?” You ask between heavy breaths, your brain feels like complete mush.
Your boyfriend chuckles in your ear, his large palm lightly smacking your pussy, bumping your clit. “I knew you could do it, sweetheart.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Y-you planned this?” You ask, legs quivering, body twitching each time he glides his fingertips over your slit.
“You’re so cute,” he laughed. “I need to pee! I need to pee!” He said mockingly. “My poor baby has never squirted before.”
“Stop!” You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, turning away from him.
“Did you feel good? You felt that oh so sweet release? Your body letting go?” He whispered in your ear, peppering kisses down your neck. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as his fingers still toyed with you. “Good. Now I want you to do it on my cock next.”
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