Ong shikamaru pulling out to slap your pussy when you get too needy 😏
You could barely move. Your hips and thighs burned from being folded in the same position for so long—legs forced all the way back, knees pressed nearly to your shoulders, ankles locked in the firm, unyielding grip of Shikamaru’s hands. The stretch had long since crossed from uncomfortable into something sharper and meaner: a deep, shaking ache that lived in the hinges of your joints, the soft vulnerable insides of your thighs, and the tight pull of muscle along your hips. Every time he shifted even a fraction—every time he rolled his hips or adjusted his hold—the burn flared hotter, a bright, helpless flare that made your toes curl and your breath hitch. You could feel the strain in every fiber, your body locked open for him, completely unable to close your legs or ease the pressure no matter how much your muscles trembled and begged for relief.
Your cunt throbbed from being edged for what felt like an eternity. The pulse of it was relentless, a heavy, wet, insistent ache that sat right behind your clit and radiated outward in hot waves. The little pearl had long since swollen past its hood, shiny and flushed a deep, angry pink, peeking out fully as if begging for attention it wasn’t going to get. It twitched visibly with every beat of your heart, so sensitive that even the air against it felt like too much. Your pussy was so messy it was obscene. Thick, shiny trails of slick coated the insides of your thighs from the crease of your hips all the way down to your ass, pooling beneath you on the sheets in a dark, spreading stain. Every time Shikamaru bottomed out, more of it gushed out around his cock in wet, filthy pulses—loud, slick sounds that filled the quiet room, the kind of wet noise that made heat crawl up your neck even through the haze of desperation. Your entrance was swollen and puffy, the outer lips shiny and parted around the thick stretch of him, inner walls clinging greedily every time he moved.
He had been fucking you for what felt like hours.
His thick cock bullied your cervix with every deep, measured thrust. The blunt, heavy head kissed that sensitive ring of muscle at the end of you, pressing just hard enough to make your stomach flutter with a mix of pressure and sharp pleasure, then dragged back across your sweet spot on the way out with slow, deliberate friction. Slow. Deliberate. The kind of pace that never quite let you fall, only kept you suspended right at the edge, your orgasm coiling tighter and tighter without ever snapping. His dark eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, half-lidded and calm, like he was watching something mildly interesting rather than the way your body kept trying to break apart underneath him—the way your stomach tensed, the way your thighs shook, the way your cunt fluttered and clenched around every inch of him.
“Shhh,” he murmured, voice low and almost gentle whenever you tried to buck your hips up to meet him. The sound was pure faux sympathy, soft and cooing, the kind of tone that made the denial feel even more deliberate. “I know sweet girl. You’re so desperate, aren’t you? Look at you.” His thumbs stroked the soft, trembling insides of your knees almost soothingly even as he kept you pinned wide open, the pressure of his grip never easing. “Trying so hard to fuck yourself on my cock. So cute. Your little cunt’s already dripping down to the sheets and you still can’t stop chasing it even though it’ll get you nowhere.”
You whimpered. The sound came out broken, wet, half-swallowed. Your cunt clenched hard around him in response, greedy and fluttering, the inner walls spasming in tight, rhythmic pulses that milked another thick rush of slick out around his shaft. For a second the pleasure spiked so high your vision blurred at the edges, white sparks dancing behind your eyes. You were right there—right fucking there—orgasm coiling tight and mean in your belly, your clit throbbing so hard it felt like it might burst, your entrance trying to lock down around the thick base of him.
Shikamaru felt it the second it started.
He pulled out in one smooth, deliberate motion.
The sudden emptiness punched a sob out of you. Your cunt clenched around nothing, the empty walls fluttering wildly, another heavy gush of slick spilling out onto the already-soaked sheets. Before you could even process the loss, his hand came down. Three sharp, wet spanks landed directly on your dripping cunt in quick succession. The first one cracked across your swollen outer folds with a loud, wet slap, sending a bright sting radiating through the oversensitive tissue. The second caught your exposed clit dead-on, the impact sharp and precise, making the swollen pearl jump and throb under the force. The third smeared your own slick higher up your mound, fingers dragging through the mess as the spank landed. Each impact sent white-hot sparks racing up your spine and down into your empty cunt. Your hips jerked helplessly against nothing, thighs straining hard in his grip. Tears pricked hot at the corners of your eyes.
“Ah-ah,” he cooed, louder now, almost pleased, watching the way your pussy kept twitching and leaking under his palm. “None of that baby. You don’t get to come just because you’re leaking all over my sheets.” His fingers stayed pressed against your pussy for a long moment, feeling how soaked you were, how your entrance kept twitching and trying to suck something—anything—back inside. He rubbed two fingers slowly through the mess, spreading the slick, feeling the way your swollen folds parted for him. Slick stretched between his fingers in sticky, shiny strands when he finally lifted his hand. Only when it clung to his skin in thick, glistening threads did he line himself up again and push back in.
The stretch was almost too much after the brief emptiness. His cock filled you in one long, relentless glide, the thick shaft forcing your walls open inch by inch until his hips were flush against yours again and the blunt head of him was kissing your cervix once more. You sobbed. Your walls fluttered and clenched around the thick intrusion like they were trying to milk him, trying to force the orgasm he kept denying you, the inner muscles spasming in continuous, helpless little contractions that only made the wet sounds louder.
“There we go sweetheart, there we go,” Shikamaru murmured, voice still that same soft, condescending croon. He started moving again—slow, deep, punishingly thorough. Every thrust dragged the full length of his cock against the same oversensitive places, the head bullying your cervix, the shaft grinding over your sweet spot with wet, deliberate friction. Every retreat left you empty just long enough to make the next thrust feel like too much, the stretch borderline overwhelming. “So good for me when you’re like this. All fucked-out and shaking. You can barely even think, can you? Just this messy little cunt clenching around my cock and those pretty tears in your eyes.”
You couldn’t. Thought had narrowed down to the burn in your thighs, the wet slap of his cock moving through the mess he’d made of you, and the constant, cruel tease of almost-release. Your clit pulsed in time with your heartbeat, so swollen it hurt, the hood completely pulled back, the pearl shiny and desperate every time the base of him ground against it. Every time that happened on a particularly deep thrust, your whole body jerked, a broken sound tearing out of your throat.
He felt the next spike coming before you did.
Out again.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
The third one landed harder this time, right over your clit, the wet crack loud in the quiet room. The sound that tore out of you was half-sob, half-scream. Tears slipped free, sliding hot down your temples into your hair. Your cunt clenched around nothing, gushing another thick rush of slick that painted his fingers shiny and ran down over your ass. Your thighs jerked hard in his grip, the stretch burning hotter with every desperate movement.
“Poor little baby,” he cooed, almost sweetly, watching your face with those dark, calm eyes. “You’re right there, aren’t you? Hurts, doesn’t it? Being this close for so long. That little clit all swollen and neglected while your cunt keeps trying to come on nothing.” He waited until your slick was clinging to his hand in long, sticky strands again before guiding his cock back to your entrance. He didn’t thrust this time—just pressed the blunt head against your swollen, dripping hole and let you feel the stretch as he sank in slow, slow, slow. The head popped past your entrance with a wet sound, then the thick shaft followed, forcing your walls open until he was buried to the hilt and kissing your cervix once more. “But you’re going to take it. You’re going to stay open for me and keep clenching around my cock like the messy little slut you are until I decide you’ve earned it.”
Your answer was another broken whimper. Your walls fluttered around him in continuous, helpless little contractions, like your body was trying to force the orgasm out of pure desperation. The stretch of him against your cervix on every thrust had gone from intense to almost painful in the best way—a deep, heavy pressure that made your stomach flutter and your toes curl. Your thighs trembled hard in his grip. The burn in your hips had become a deep, constant fire, muscles locked and shaking, joints aching from being held open for so long.
He didn’t stop.
Shikamaru kept that same slow, devastating rhythm, hips rolling so every inch of his thick cock dragged against the places that made your vision white out. Your folded thighs trembled harder in his grip. The burn had gone past aching into something almost feverish—muscles locked, joints screaming, yet you couldn’t close your legs even if you tried. He held you open like it was nothing, like the strain of keeping you folded for this long was just another minor inconvenience he was too lazy to complain about. Slick continued to gush out around him with every thrust, running in warm, thick rivulets down your ass and soaking the sheets further. The wet sounds were filthy, constant—the slap of his hips against yours, the wet suck of your cunt around his cock, the soft, broken noises you couldn’t stop making.
Your cunt kept clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulses. Every flutter milked another thick bead of slick out around his shaft. It ran down in warm rivulets, soaking the sheets beneath your ass, making the wet sounds of his thrusts even filthier. Your clit throbbed so hard it felt swollen beyond what should be possible, the little pearl fully out from under its hood, shiny and desperate every time the base of his cock ground against it. The contact was electric, too much and not enough all at once, sending sharp sparks of pleasure-pain up your spine.
“Look at that,” he murmured, dark eyes never leaving yours. His voice stayed soft, almost fond, the way someone might speak to a pet that was being particularly pathetic. “Still trying to come. Even after all this time. You’re shaking so hard I can feel it through my hands.” He gave your thighs a light squeeze, thumbs pressing into the trembling, overstretched muscle, feeling the way it jumped under his touch. “Does it hurt, baby? Being this close and not getting to fall? That pretty little cunt of yours is so swollen and messy for me. I can feel every single time it tries to lock down.”
You nodded frantically, a broken sound catching in your throat. Words wouldn’t form. Your hips tried to jerk up to meet him again—small, abortive little movements that only made the stretch in your folded position worse, the burn flaring hotter as your body fought the position he kept you in.
Shikamaru felt the next spike the second it started.
He pulled out.
The emptiness was brutal. Your cunt clenched around nothing, fluttering wildly, another rush of slick spilling out onto the sheets in a thick, shiny pulse. Before the sob fully left your mouth his hand was already coming down.
Spank.
Spank.
Spank.
Three sharp, wet cracks right across your dripping folds. The third one landed dead on your exposed clit and your whole body arched as much as the position allowed, a raw, desperate sound tearing out of you. Tears spilled freely now. Your thighs jerked hard in his grip. The sound that tore out of you was raw, desperate, almost animal. Your pussy kept twitching and leaking under his palm, the swollen folds shiny and red from the repeated spanks, your entrance gaping slightly and trying to suck at nothing.
“Shhh,” he cooed, louder, watching the way your pussy kept twitching and leaking under his palm. Slick clung to his fingers in shiny strands when he finally lifted his hand. Only then did he notch the head of his cock against your entrance again and sink back in with one long, relentless thrust that forced the air from your lungs. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming, his thick cock forcing your walls open until he was buried deep and the head was pressing hard against your cervix.
“There. Does that feel better sweet baby?” His voice stayed that same gentle, condescending murmur even as he started moving again—deep, slow, punishing. Every thrust kissed your cervix. Every withdrawal dragged along that swollen sweet spot until your eyes rolled. “You’re doing so well. Taking it for so long. I know it hurts. I know your little cunt is aching to come. But you’re going to keep clenching around me just like this until I say otherwise.”
You were past coherent thought. The only things left were the burn in your hips, the constant heavy throb between your legs, and the cruel cycle of almost-release. Your walls never stopped fluttering around his cock, greedy and desperate, trying to pull him deeper, trying to force the orgasm he kept snatching away. Slick continued to pour out of you, coating his shaft, his balls, the insides of your thighs, running down to soak the sheets in a growing wet stain.
He edged you through another near-peak.
Then another.
Each time the same: the slow drag of his thick cock, the building pressure, the moment your body started to tip—and then the sudden emptiness, the sharp wet spanks across your soaked, oversensitive pussy, the soft cooing praises while you sobbed, and only when your slick was coating his hand again would he push back inside and start the whole merciless process over. Your clit pulsed visibly now, so swollen and neglected it hurt to look at, the little pearl shiny and red, twitching with every heartbeat. Every accidental brush of his pelvis against it sent lightning up your spine. Your thighs shook so hard the muscles in them jumped under his palms. Tears and sweat mixed on your skin. Your cunt was a mess of its own making—gushing, clenching, dripping down to your ass with every thrust, the entrance swollen and shiny and constantly trying to lock around him.
Shikamaru leaned in a little closer, dark eyes still locked on yours, expression calm and faintly amused.
“You’re close again,” he observed softly, almost conversational, even as your walls started that rapid, desperate fluttering around him. “I can feel it. That pretty little cunt of yours is trying so hard. Clenching and leaking and begging without a single word.” He didn’t pull out yet. He just slowed even further, grinding the head of his cock against your cervix in tiny, deliberate circles that made fresh tears spill and your stomach flutter with the heavy, almost-painful pressure. “Beg properly this time and maybe I’ll think about letting you come. Or maybe I’ll just keep you like this a little longer. You’re already such a mess for me… what’s a few more minutes?”
Your answer came out broken and wet, half-sob, half-plea, hips twitching uselessly against the burn of the position while your cunt kept clenching around him like it never wanted to let go—walls fluttering, slick gushing, clit throbbing, the entire oversensitive mess of you suspended right at the edge of something that still refused to break.
