camtinez

tt : camtinez_ pls follow ok

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[admiringlove]

my exam is coming up :(

[camilaxmartin]

please😵‍💫

[dark-night-insomniac]

Fine i need a raise

[pandamiswifey]

I need luck

[camtinez]

CLINGY! KENMA HEADCANONS

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Clingy!Kenma who lets you give straight teeth under the table while he's streaming

Clingy!Kenma who spoils you rotten. He already makes a ton of money off sponsorships, collabs, streams etc.--why not waste it on something ACTUALLY worth his time?

Clingy!Kenma who loves when you come into his stream. dropping off meals/snacks with a kiss, playing games or even just waving at chat hello. To him, it's his special way of showing you off . . and most of his viewers know so.

Clingy!Kenma who texts you ALL the time. Asking you what you want to do that night, dinner plans, and more. Anything to keep talking to you.

Clingy!Kenma who loves small, intimate moments. outer thigh against outer thigh, eye contact lasting too long to be accidental, anything that would send sparks right through him.

Clingy!Kenma who loves aftercare. He loves treating you like you're made of glass, makes him feel more masculine.

Clingy!Kenma who always, always has a hand on you. Whether it's holding your thigh in the car, holding your sleeve while standing next to you. He adores having his hands on you, even if its just for a second.

Clingy!Kenma who LOVES seeing you on top. Seeing your face scrunch up once you cum, your legs jerking ever so slightly when the aftershock hits you. It makes his ego fly through the roof knowing he made you cum without moving a finger.

[camtinez]

CLINGY! KENMA HEADCANONS

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Clingy!Kenma who lets you give straight teeth under the table while he's streaming

Clingy!Kenma who spoils you rotten. He already makes a ton of money off sponsorships, collabs, streams etc.--why not waste it on something ACTUALLY worth his time?

Clingy!Kenma who loves when you come into his stream. dropping off meals/snacks with a kiss, playing games or even just waving at chat hello. To him, it's his special way of showing you off . . and most of his viewers know so.

Clingy!Kenma who texts you ALL the time. Asking you what you want to do that night, dinner plans, and more. Anything to keep talking to you.

Clingy!Kenma who loves small, intimate moments. outer thigh against outer thigh, eye contact lasting too long to be accidental, anything that would send sparks right through him.

Clingy!Kenma who loves aftercare. He loves treating you like you're made of glass, makes him feel more masculine.

Clingy!Kenma who always, always has a hand on you. Whether it's holding your thigh in the car, holding your sleeve while standing next to you. He adores having his hands on you, even if its just for a second.

Clingy!Kenma who LOVES seeing you on top. Seeing your face scrunch up once you cum, your legs jerking ever so slightly when the aftershock hits you. It makes his ego fly through the roof knowing he made you cum without moving a finger.

[semiloml]

cw: size kink, pussy drunk! bokuto, unprotected sex, overstimulation, manhandling, reblogs and comments are very appreciated!!<3

“Fuck—‘m sorry, baby, I can’t—I can’t stop—”

Bokuto’s voice was wrecked, his breath hot against your skin as he slammed into you, holding you down like you’d disappear if he let go.

His massive frame caged you in, thick arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you still as he fucked into you with desperate, hungry thrusts.

You were already so fucked out, legs shaking, body limp beneath him, but Bokuto—Bokuto wasn’t done.

“T-too much—‘Koutarou—!”

“Nah,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes wild, blown-out and glassy. “Feels too good, baby. So tight—fuck, I swear you’re getting tighter—”

A deep, broken moan ripped from his throat, his hips shuddering as his fat cock dragged against your sensitive walls, hitting spots so deep they made your toes curl.

“S’too big, ‘Ko—!” You sobbed, your hands gripping his biceps, fingers barely able to wrap around the thick muscle.

“You can take it,” he panted, voice dripping with something dangerously sweet. “Know you can. My good girl—always takes me so well.”

He pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, making your back arch off the bed.

“Ohhh, fuck, yeah,” Bokuto whined, his voice breaking as he ground himself deep, rolling his hips like he was trying to mold you to his shape. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so good—gonna make me cum so fast—!”

His cock throbbed inside you, his thick veins pressing against your walls, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You felt so full, stretched to your limit, your stomach bulging just slightly from the sheer size of him.

Bokuto groaned at the sight, pressing his palm to the little bump, feeling himself inside you.

“Shit, look at that,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous. “Splitting you right open, huh? Fuck, baby, you were made for this dick—made for me—”

Your walls fluttered around him, and Bokuto gasped, his grip on your hips bruising.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck—don’t do that, baby, fuck, ‘m gonna cum—”

His pace stuttered, thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his breath ragged as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he moaned, his voice breaking. “Gonna make you so full—fuck, take it—take all of it—”

With a final, wrecked groan, Bokuto spilled inside you, his whole body trembling as his cock twitched, filling you with thick ropes of cum. He shuddered, pressing his face into your neck, still rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts, pushing it all deeper.

“Shit,” he panted, arms tightening around you. “Still so hard—can’t get enough—”

And with the way he was already rutting back into you, his cock twitching, aching for more—you knew he meant it.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: BOOMSHAKALAKA THANK YOU ALL FOR THE GREAT SUPPORT

[istrionica-k]

osamu miya twt links!

link 1: sucking and fucking

link 2: pulling out to tease

link 3: he loves bobbing your mouth on him

link 4: you're always so wet for him

link 5: you're his favorite dish

strictly about timeskip osamu!!

tags: @espressocandies

[ushiidoll]

Haikyuu boys twitter links

contains: STRAIGHT UP PORN, timeskip! Haikyuu boys (obviously.), whimpering, pnv, doggystyle, jerking off, moaning, eating, overstimulation, humping/dry humping, size kinks, etc.

18+ warnings nsfw!!! watch at your own risk must have X account or some might not work :(

teasing atsumu while he whines and cries

Osamu is the best eater!!

yamaguchi sending you a video at home while you’re gone

Tsukishima jerking off to the thought of you in those lacy lingerie

Nishinoya loves any form of sexual activity. even if its your feet

Osamu + Atsumu front and back

Jerking kenma off while he’s gaming

Oikawa overstimulating you with his fingers

Kuroo letting you hump his abs

Bokuto has insane stamina AND energy..!

Ushijima fucking into you while you still have the lingerie he bought for you (Ushijima AGAIN.)

Showering with kageyama didn’t end as you were expecting it to..

Sugawara wants to give you the treatment you deserve

Dry humping Hinata til he cums :(

Morning sex with daichi before he goes patrol

Suna LOVESSSS recording you while he plunges his dick inside you 💕 (another suna video)

Aone and his size kink

Coach ukai pounding into you from behind

A/n: this is definitely a new post, i dont think ive done twitter links yet but Ive seen that it’s very popular so might as well give it a try!

credits to original creators and banners!!

[joannecadelauver]

"I'm fat😓" "I'm skinny😝"

"I'm ugly☹️" "I'm pretty🥹"

"we're WEIRD😭" "I'm witty🤤"

[camtinez]

ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ perv!tsukishima who steals your panties (especially used/dirty ones) and denies it with his life.

perv!tsukishima who helps you study for almost any test . . despite staring at your cleavage 70% of the time.

perv!tsukishima who spoils you rotten in his own ways--cooking for you when you're sick, hold your hand a little tighter when he senses you're anxious, watches your shows with you--and will NEVER admit it means anything.

perv!tsukishima who breaks the kiss just to take off his foggy glasses and get back to work.

perv!tsukishima who glares at almost any guy that talks or stares at you. I mean, who gave them the right to stare at what's his anyways?

perv!tsukishima who leaves hickeys and marks on purpose--just to 'mark' you. Swears it was just "in the heat of the moment".

perv!tsukishima who does anything you ask just for words of praise. He tells himself it's just "what he's supposed to do" . . but he can't deny the fuzzy feeling that spreads in his chest the moment you thank him.

perv!tsukishima who likes missionary purely to see your face while he ruins you. He can't help but love the faces you make--biting your lip, rolling your eyes back, etc.--and loves seeing how much he affects you.

perv!tsukishima who loves to share with you. sweaters, meals, whatever, really. He loves feeling needed, after all.

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[joannecadelauver]

More 🇲🇽 Johnny / Joanne Cade (Cadena) hcs

- He's only been to one family reunion in Mexico when he was 9, it was the only party he's gone to that wasn't within the gang. He got injuried while swinging the piñata and his parents made him stay inside the rest of the night

· During his reunion in Mexico he developed alot of fears because of the folklore, he was very scared of el chupacabra because he didn't know the difference between lambs and goats, and lambs were his favorite animal😭😭😭

· He cried when going back to Tulsa because he had a lot of fun paying with his cousins and meeting his family, he never saw them again afterwards

· everyone knew how his parents treated him but it was very common in their family so nobody didn't take it seriously, even though one of his tia's wanted to adopt him, she thought he'd to live a better life in the U.S

· His family is native to the Tarahumara tribe, but he never knew because his parents never bothered to tell him

Hi the rest are about my niña bonita Joanna

· Joanne never knew what a quince was until during her family reunion, her and her cousins were invited to one, but she knew she could never afford one so she never mentioned it at all

· One time while eating rosca, She got Jesús AND didn't know what it meant, so she gave it to her baby cousin, she still was supposed to make tamales next reunion (which never happened because she 😬😬)

·She always wore breads because her mom didn't know how to style her hair texture and thought it was just messy, so for a few days in kindergarten, Joanne would show up with frizzy hair

· Her cousins knew baile folklórico and taught her a Tony portion of it during her stay at mexico, she still knows how to do it, but gets very nervous

· goated at lotería

· As a child, there weren't many t.v shows provided in Spanish, so she would often go outside and draw cartoons in the dirt for herself

· She got very scared when she came to Mexico because everyone began to kiss her cheek, it's a very popular greeting in LATAM but due to being raised in the U.S, she had no clue lol

· She has very good memory of her cousins room she stayed in, the reunion lasted a week before she came back to Tulsa but she can remember how to get to the corner store, where pulga was, etc

· She used to take offense to her nickname (flaquita) because she would confuse it for flautas and thought they were calling her an insult

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.

also 5 months isn’t long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. I’ve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and I’ve never said anything to them about “it’s been ___ years, I don’t think it will get updated anymore”. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they don’t owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they won’t. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like “this is good!! I’m excited for what happens next” and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you don’t say “it’s been ___ months or years”. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.

[casseyissleeping]

All Gold and Silver

[br00k1ynns-wif3]

watching the outsiders but it’s just my mom screaming at ponyboy to wipe off his face in this scene for like three mins straight

[casseyissleeping]

Inspired by an edit i watched on tiktok

[verycoolcoolcool]

never in all my years of life would i think of stumbling on gold like THIS

TWO-BIT / TUNG TUNG SAHUR???? ARE WE DEAD ASS???

[camtinez]

ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ꕤ｡˚⋆ perv!tsukishima who steals your panties (especially used/dirty ones) and denies it with his life.

perv!tsukishima who helps you study for almost any test . . despite staring at your cleavage 70% of the time.

perv!tsukishima who spoils you rotten in his own ways--cooking for you when you're sick, hold your hand a little tighter when he senses you're anxious, watches your shows with you--and will NEVER admit it means anything.

perv!tsukishima who breaks the kiss just to take off his foggy glasses and get back to work.

perv!tsukishima who glares at almost any guy that talks or stares at you. I mean, who gave them the right to stare at what's his anyways?

perv!tsukishima who leaves hickeys and marks on purpose--just to 'mark' you. Swears it was just "in the heat of the moment".

perv!tsukishima who does anything you ask just for words of praise. He tells himself it's just "what he's supposed to do" . . but he can't deny the fuzzy feeling that spreads in his chest the moment you thank him.

perv!tsukishima who likes missionary purely to see your face while he ruins you. He can't help but love the faces you make--biting your lip, rolling your eyes back, etc.--and loves seeing how much he affects you.

perv!tsukishima who loves to share with you. sweaters, meals, whatever, really. He loves feeling needed, after all.

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[realcube]

tsukishima kei knows he's big and is soooo cocky and sarcastic about it

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tw + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. vaginal, breeding kink, size kink, past relationships mentioned, degradation, overstimulation & dacryphilia mentioned.

his cock pierces into your sopping hole at a delirious rate. your faces is nestled between his pillows, while your ass is up and he rams into you repeatedly. your worn body shakes which each powerful thrust, and your ass bounces around his base.

the sheets are balled up in your fists, as you cry into the pillow due to deliciously painful stretch your pussy has to constantly endure. it stung so bad yet simultaneously, you never want it to stop. your boyfriend is so long, you don't know how to cope with it — all you can do is lay there and pray.

"why are you acting like some virgin schoolgirl?" you can virtually hear the eyeroll as he speaks. although, his steady pace doesn't falter, and he moves a hand to cradle your calf that was tensing and jerking around in the air. he strokes your leg, all the way to your ankle where he sees your toes are curled firmly. "what? never taken big dick before?"

he laughs, but it's not clear what he finds amusing: the notion of you being inexperienced sexually, or the fact you are too cock-drunk to reply to his sarcastic remarks properly. usually you're quite quick-witted, but now you've devolved into a overstimulated mess who is barely able to stagger out the breathiest of moans.

however, it's made evident that he is entertained by his previous suggestion, when he elaborates scornfully, "god, your ex must've been such a fuckin' loser." he snickers again, pushing his glasses up his nose.

not that you're able to see, you're too busy being plowed into the mattress by his merciless length. his faint veins were rubbing against the most sensitive parts inside you, and it's like he's trying to break something within you each time his tip thumps against your cervix. "kei! i ca— nngh, i can't! stop, 'm too close.."

" 'you can't stop' stop what? you're not doing anything, sweetie." his voice drips with honeyed mockery. it irritates you when he tries to be clever and purposefully misinterprets what you say. but his length is clogging up your walls so well that you can't bring yourself to care. "just keep doing what you do best. hah—" he heaves, hastily clearing his throat, "being pretty n' tight. too fuckin' tight." that's generally considered a compliment but the way he says it makes it sound like a slur.

"shit, you're not made for this.." he curses at you, hips slamming into yours at full-force, watching intently as your doting cunt is swallows him up. "stick to clit stuff cos this is just— ah—" he choked on his own words, only able to be sarcastic for so long before his climax gets the better of him.

his lips seel together and his eyes screw shut as he breathes his way through his high, still weakily thrusting into your poor cunt but with significtantly less vigour. each movement was more sloppy and desperate as he fills up your snug hole.

the entire time his hand is on your leg, caressing your calf, and the other is idly toying with your clit. "shit." is all the can think to utter. this is not what he intended. you were supposed to be the one who was so split in half on his dick that you finish in like three minutes. but instead, he was the first to climax. disastrous execution of his fantasy.

"aren't you going to pull out?" you groan, weary hole pleading for solace.

"no. we're going to do this again and again until you're used to me, so you stop crying every time you take it." he tuts, harsh word contrasting with the affectionate way he massages your folds, "get comfortable. it'll take a while."

"hm, you don't like it when i cry? i thought you were into."

"why would i enjoy seeing you cry? you know i love you, dumbass." he squeezes your ass harshly, smirking when you jolt in reaction. "which is exactly why you need to stop crying like a little bitch."

[sunee-syrup]

>> sleepy, platonic dry humping with best friend!tsukishima >> part two >> here's part one for you!

tags: grinding (dry and wet), a "use" kink (idek what to call this??? is this considered free use????), a wittle bit of fingering, a wottle bit of fuckin, tsukki who begs :'))), 2.1k of straight up NONSENSE

you dont talk about it.

you dont talk about how, when you both wake a few hours later, tsukki just climbs out of bed and reaches into his designated section of your closet, tugging out a fresh pair of boxers and sweats. how he just silently rushes to your bathroom to shower, his ears burning red and his shoulders tense.

you dont talk about how he barely meets your eyes, how every time you look at him as he's leaving (smelling like you, but you cant think about that, too), all you hear is the sound of him grunting and swearing in your ear as he comes in his pants.

you dont talk about the bulge you can see forming in his sweats, even now, as he's grabbing his keys and wallet and muttering 'see you' before all but running from your apartment.

you dont talk about it.

you just go to work and pretend that your brain isnt empty of everything but tsukishima kei bending you in half and rutting against you until he cums. of your best friend using you and of you using him. of how much you'd loved it.

of how badly you want to do it again.

he doesnt come over again for a few days, despite usually stopping by every night to complain about work and watch your show together.

and neither of you texts or calls, despite years of your phone buzzing constantly, because hes a double-triple-quadruple texter and you're just as bad.

by the time that nearly a week has passed, youre a mess of anxiety and the looming dread that your best friend will never speak to you again.

and then he's there, at your door, with a bag of takeout and a shameful blush dusting his cheeks.

you dont know what to say, so you say nothing at all, just letting him in. he sits where he always does and pulls containers of food out — food he always gets, because he's a picky eater and because he knows your orders by heart. and then he turns on the show he always does, giving you the same look he always has when he's waiting for you to join him so he can press play.

you dont talk about it.

you just watch your show, laugh at all the right times, kick your feet up and relax into the cushions in all the right ways. and you do your best not to think about the fact that your panties are soaked, that they have been since he'd shown up at your door looking like he always does, smelling like he always does.

you do your best not to think about the fact that he's hard. that you can see the tent in his pajama pants, that you notice when he shoves a throw pillow over his lap to hide it.

that he's wearing pajamas, which means he plans on staying.

he stays until it's too late to leave — you watch the clock next to the TV, watch as it passes his usual time to pack up and go home — and then he mumbles under his breath.

"want me to sleep on the couch?"

your heart jumps, because you recognize what this is. that he's giving you one last chance to leave things here, without ever moving forward. that it would be okay if you want him to stay here tonight.

your heart jumps, because you know what it means if you say no.

you swallow and stand, stretching in a way that you hope doesn't show how shaky you are, and move down the hall, praying it looks casual.

"no, it's fine. the couch isnt comfortable, anyway."

you dont let him know that you can hear when he breathes out a quiet 'fuck' and moves through the room faster than he usually does.

you dont sleep. you just lie there, facing away from him and staring at the wall. waiting to hear his breath even out, waiting to know that hes asleep.

it never does.

every time you think he might be asleep, he shifts, and your heart flies into your throat. and you know that tricking him into thinking youre asleep wont work, because your breath keeps hitching and your heart keeps pounding so hard that theres no way he cant feel it through the mattress.

you stare at the wall until streaks of sunlight start to fall against it.

thats when his fingers brush against your back, gentle and cautious.

your skin breaks out into goosebumps wherever he touches. he takes it as permission.

when his chest presses against your back, it's with a shaky breath and trembling fingers on your waist. he doesnt ask if this is okay, and you dont tell him that it's so much more than that.

he just presses his hips against the curve of your ass, and you just gasp, because he's still hard, even after all these hours.

but you shouldnt be surprised, because youre still soaked, the desire for him feeling more and more like a craving, a desperate need.

tsukki buries his face in your hair, letting out an uneven sigh when he rolls his hips forward against your ass. you arch your back, pressing into him gently.

"fuck," he whispers, sliding his arm under and around your body and pulling you flush against him. you whimper, pushing back and enjoying the feel of him.

and then you choke out a moan, because he's slipping his other arm over your waist and shoving his hand down your pants.

"o-oh, my, god-" your voice breaks when his fingers — ice cold and trembling with nerves — push past the band of your underwear and land right where you need him, swiping one circle over your clit and then one more.

his hips jerk forward, breath heavy against your neck when he slides his fingers through your folds. "so fucking wet f'me," he groans. "just like last time."

you cant answer, too busy trying to find the breath in your lungs. hes rocking his hips the whole time, always managing to bump you forward against his fingers, stars bursting behind your eyelids whenever he pushes down on your clit.

"tsukki-"

you dont need to say anything else. he understands.

it's no more than a jagged inhale and his hand ripping out of your pants before you find yourself on your back.

your pants and his pants missing.

your underwear soaked and his boxers tented and wet with his own pre-cum.

when he grinds down on you, way less fabric between you than the first time, his moan is low and drawn out, echoing in your ears and forcing you to whimper in response.

he bends you in half again. you mewl embarrassingly loudly, the thought of being used smacking around inside your brain and setting your skin on fire.

he grunts in response. "you liked this last time, too." the shallow rut of his hips makes you bounce, and you hear when he moans in the back of his throat. your shirt is dragged up and over your chest, the hem pushed up to your lips. he doesnt tell you to bite, but you do anyway, the fabric soaked with your drool the moment you piece together that he wants to watch your tits bounce while he grinds against you.

he swears under his breath, both hands coming up to cup your breasts, his hands so big compared to yours. he kneads them under his fingers, calloused and rough, and you whine, your hips wriggling against his in response.

you dont need to tell him what you want — that this feels nice but you need him to refocus. he just gets it, either by the look in your eye or by the way your hands reach down to tug on his boxers.

when his fingers clamp down on the backs of your thighs and your knees end up closer to your face than anyone else has ever been able to get them, the shirt drops from your mouth, because youre letting out an echoing, needy sound that youve never made before.

he slams his hips down against yours, again and again and again, grunting and moaning and biting down on his bottom lip to keep the sound trapped in his throat. and then he huffs out, breath ragged, and takes in the sight of you properly.

"fuck, y/n, whats all this about?" his voice is rough, and hes sweating and flushed, and his hands are gripping your thighs tight but trembling nonetheless. "what is it, huh?"

your answer comes out in broken pieces, matching the rhythm of his hips. "us-ing-me-nngh-"

he stops. you cry out, tears pricking at your eyes. he just stares down at you, eyes wide as he examines the frustrated look on your face and the humiliated burn on your skin.

you start to cry, barely noticing when he uses one hand to brush the tears away, his thumb rough on your cheek.

you barely notice, because he covers it up by reaching down and tearing your panties off of you in one smooth motion.

you gasp when your body jostles against the mattress. you stop breathing entirely when he shoves his boxers down to his thighs.

"want me to use you?" he mutters. "okay. i'll use you."

you dont respond, just staring down at his cock and trying to process that that is never going to fit inside of you.

but he even doesnt try.

he just lines his cock up against your folds and slides through them slowly.

your head falls back and a cracked, broken moan falls past your lips. he doesnt sound much better, his breath sharp and his grunt tense in his throat.

"fuckin'-" he slides against you again, choking. you cant breathe. it's so hot and hard and nothing like anything youve ever felt before. "so fuckin' good," he breathes. "you feel so fucking good-hah-"

and then he leans forward, putting all his weight on the backs of your thighs and folding you in half, just like you like it.

his lips fall on yours like he's in love.

you kiss him back like you are, too.

the pace he finds is brutal, but he doesnt keep it for long. between kissing you and mumbling about how good you feel, his hips are unsteady.

which is exactly how the tip of his cock ends up catching on your entrance, slipping in just far enough for you to feel the stretch.

"oh-fuck-fuck-" he chokes, his eyes flying open and his hands slipping clumsily off your thighs and slamming into the mattress on either side of you. "fuck-y/n-"

your back is arched, chest pressing against his and your breath stuck in your throat. you stare up at him, unseeing, heart pounding in your ears.

"tsukki-"

he hears it again. what youre asking. but for your sake, he pretends it's his idea.

"c-can i-" he stumbles. "just a little?" he still hasnt slipped out, so he feels when you clench around his tip, dragging him in just a little more. he drops his head, groaning low and watching where your bodies meet. "fuck. fuck. i-please, y/n-" he lifts his eyes, staring down at you, his gaze wild and his arms shaking and his face radiating waves of heat. "please?"

there are more tears rolling down your cheeks, burning as they go, and you can only nod frantically. "please, tsukki. need you to-"

-use me.

he breathes out a quiet "oh, fuck," and starts to roll his hips in, soft "fuck, fuck, fuck"s falling past his lips the further in he pushes. the more he stretches you around his cock.

you're letting out embarrassing sounds, ranging from simple moans to humiliating chants of his name and the words "more" and "please" and "yes, fuck", all slurred and babbled together.

you dont even realize he's fucking you into the mattress until you hear the headboard slamming against your wall, over and over and over again. until his voice is right next to your ear, his chest pressed to yours and your thighs gripped tight in his hands.

"thank you," he grunts. "fuck, thank you. thank you."

you feel when it pushes you right over the edge, feel yourself mouth the words "yours" and "take it" and "please" against the shell of his ear, your walls squeezing tight around him as you come.

the noise he makes rumbles low in his chest and feels primal, and suddenly your headboard is hitting twice as fast and youre feeling his cock smack up against a spot you'd never realized was there.

when he comes, it's with your name on his tongue and his cock buried deep inside you, warm and pulsing and filling you just right.

you fall asleep like that, and he does, too. just like last time.

you get the feeling it'll happen again.