idk if you accept suggestions, but I've had this idea I couldn't stop thinking about and idk who else to share it with, so think of milking farms where the boys are kept on all fours, mounted over ergonomically-designed fleshlights and drugged up so the only thing they can possibly think of is getting off as much as possible. as soon as the drug takes effect, they become desperate to bury their dicks in something and come in it. again and again. once the effect wears off they'll be fed and rest some, before going to their posts once more. the fleshlights have collectors on the other end, where the cum is kept and stored for later selling. it's a bit troublesome, when sometimes the boys will be so frantic they'll mount each other and end up wasting their milk, they have to be trained out of it, but mostly it's fine. there's also gourmet milking posts, that instead of making them come nonstop, edges them for days before blowing huge loads. some experts say edged milk tastes better, more refined. idk where I was going with this, I just wanted boys horny and desperate to hump anything, mounting the first hole they see and going at it as much as they can.
sorry if this isnt your thing, but I hope you like the concept! feel free to develop it or make with it as you please!
hello there, nonnie! Thanks for sending this :)
I don't think I can string a whole story from this. As you know, I do have problems writing from the perspective of a penis-haver/male because I do not know how it feels. I attempted it a few times and it worked out ok, I guess :)
But! I can try and create some headcanons you might like. And maybe later I'm able to write something more coherent.
being used for the production of high-quality milk is actually pretty respected
the milk is a rare product and quite pricey, especially from prestigious farms
the boys do get compensated, especially since training can be hard on some
they're fed with good foods and drinks to keep them healthy and to highen the quality of the product
the drug makes them perceptive for females and the way they smell, so sometimes one of them get's to fuck a slut and afterwards, she will be led around in the room to make the boys cum harder
it's loud because they're constantly moaning, either because they cum, or because they're being edged
on days where a slut is led around, the boys have to be tied up or they'd all try and fuck her. This happened a few times in the beginning. Sometimes they can even break free from their bonds and if that happens, there's no holding them back. They'll fuck any available hole (there was more than one incident where a slut or the farm owner's wife and/or daughter ended up getting fucked by a horny, young, sturdy boy)
once the boys come back from the farms, they're more healthy than before because they exercise regularly and are fed healthy food
if they do end up fucking each other, they're being edged for at leat three days afterwards, both to heighten the quality of the product and to punish them so they won't do it again
Please, feel free to add something if you have an idea!
Preview: “I thought I taught them better than that.” His lips move over the cut, stinging. Dizzily stirring your thoughts around. Sultry eyes stare down at you as if he already owns you. “Never let your opponent win.”
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‘Rumors traveling that even coach Suh had a tryst with you at some point.’ Gasp. The rumors are true.
Pairing: Johnny x female reader
Word Count: 4k+
Genre: baseball AU, pwp…what plot, explicit smut, M/F, established fwb, sadistic dom Johnny, Coach Suh™️
Bottom of the 9th. 3 men on base, and Haechan hits a home run, soaring out of the field. An uproar of cheers erupts. Screaming in celebration from the front bleachers, nearest the dugout area. Close enough for the team to hear your noisy praises.
Jeno catches your eye on his way out, sparing you a suggestive nod. A familiar one that says ‘come find me’.
Excitement buzzes through your chest waiting for the crowd to clear. Fresh cut grass tickles at your nose as a lawn mower explodes to life. Signifying another game over, a successful one as usual.
Jeno hasn’t texted, probably occupied with cleaning off before he heads out to meet up with you. Another visit to the locker room seemed hard to resist after last time. Your feet carrying you in the direction the team had disappeared into not long ago.
“What’re you looking for?” Coach Suh spots you near the dugout. Lurking around after games as usual. “..I mean, who?”
He smirks knowingly, hoisting a bag full of bats over his shoulder. Bending at his knees to scoop up the mess left behind. The team had gone off to hit the showers as he instructed them to after another winning game. Missing the scolding he’d give them with an alternative outcome.
“Uh, Jeno?..We’re s-supposed to l-leave together..” you start to stutter. Johnny- or Mr. Suh, as you’d come to know him, turns around, standing up straight. Giving you a full view of his overpowering size.
“Yea, he’s in the lockers. You’re familiar.” He smiles again. More arrogant and full of himself than the team combined. They had to learn it from someone after all.
“Hah..” you step back nervously. Eyes darting around for your clear escape. Catching a glimpse of Jeno’s mitt on the edge of the bench. His initials etched in bold lettering, something about it being his ‘lucky glove’. You pause to reach for it, Jeno would be upset if he’d lost this thing. “Ow what the fu-..”
You hiss dropping the stitched leather. Thumb catching on the edge of sharp metal protruding from the corner of the bench. Nicking your skin enough to draw blood, accompanied by a throbbing pain.
“Ah, I keep telling the maintenance crew about that.” Coach Suh takes a hold of your wrist. His eyes squinting, scanning the damage. Clicking his tongue, he brings your hand closer to his lips. “We better get this cleaned up.”
Brown eyes land on yours, flicking up, turning his playful expression serious. His cheeks sink in, tongue hanging out lapping up the trickle of blood from your thumb.
“Coach…Mr. Suh..” you gasp, jerking your wrist. His large palm encasing you completely leaving you with no room to budge. “It’s…it’s okay..I..”
“Saw your little movie you know.” He goes on speaking over you. Dragging the tip of his tongue up and down. Gaze boring past yours, never breaking contact. “It’s no wonder you’re walking around getting into trouble like this. Fucked so stupid, surprised you can even stand up after that.”
Your jaw hangs, humiliation draining through your face. Coach Suh only taking your moment of shock to suck down the entirety of your thumb. Lips swallowing down to where your fingers align. Teeth tug at your flesh with every pull. Your eyes water, burning from the heat rising up your cheeks. The vulgar display too much after hearing he’d watched you. Saw you tossed around like nothing but a..
“Slut.” He finishes, kissing over the cleaned off cut. “Letting all of those guys fuck and use you like that.”
“I..”
“I thought I taught them better than that.” His lips move over the cut, stinging. Dizzily stirring your thoughts around. Sultry eyes stare down at you as if he already owns you. “Never let your opponent win.”
“It’s not like that..” you try to defend yourself. Not that it mattered anyway, Johnny didn’t actually care. “Who showed you?”
“That’s not important. We need to get this properly sealed up.” Johnny observes your thumb, still bleeding profusely. Waving off your curiosity. Pouting his lower lip in ridicule. “Poor baby, it hurts doesn’t it?”
“Coach..” you squirm, taking a step back. A hopeless attempt to calm yourself.
“Shh shh..” Johnny’s cheek wrinkles to one side. He has to bend in to meet you at eye level. Tilting his chin in to keep you rendered docile under an intense gaze. “You always want it to hurt. Beg me to keep going even when you’re crying? Biting back those pretty screams for me until your lips look raw?”
A pitiful garbled sound jumps from your throat. Johnny quick to cradle the back of your head. Almost too gently, cooing as you arch forward into his torso. Clutching at his sides for some sort of traction. Reality fleeting the longer he speaks. Older, wiser, too suave and mature compared to what you’re used to. Johnny knew how to control your strings, turn you into a pile of putty off mere words.
“Nothing to say already? So soon?” Long eyes blink down at you with a mocking glint. The perfect person to lead a team to victory. Strategic and observing, picking up on weaknesses and strengths off body language alone.
Johnny knew from the first time you’d met from the way your breath hitched how he’d affected you. Hiding a knowing smirk with a charming smile. Raking your figure with a conspiring look. Asserting an almost sweet dominance with the way he controlled any conversation. The vibrato in his vocals lowering whenever he spoke only for you.
It was chance, fate, or Johnny figuring out your class schedule through some eavesdropping. Bumping into him abruptly as you raced to your car. An apology that swerved into smoky thinning eyes, faint fingertips on your skin. Johnny was 29, experienced, too enticing to pass up the chance for more. As he expected when you’d agreed to ‘hanging out’ that night, and many more.
“Fuck..” you manage to utter. Earning a displeased click of his tongue. The palm splayed at your nape jostles you a bit, enough to make your brain rattle. Emptied already, filled with blood pumping in a rage through your chest.
“Is that how you talk to me?” He tuts, turning you around too fast. Sure enough to lose your balance and fall right on your face without his hold. A lick of whisper traces a path down the shell of your ear- “You know better than to use language like that with me. I’m not one of those stupid little boys you fuck around with when you’re bored.”
Drool gathers at the corners of your lips, too embarrassing to suck down. Johnny’s deep voice travels over your spine, passing through your gut. Releasing rapid shots of dopamine better than any high. That’s what he did, that’s what he was best at.. winning, getting his way. Control, manipulation, pulling strings on a puppet. Losing never really felt like a loss with Johnny.
“I’m sorry, coach I-.. I’m sorry.” Your vocal chords tremble. Maneuvered through the dugouts hallway leading to the locker rooms. Johnny presses your front to the wall, clear in the open where anyone can catch you. Thick girth nudging at your backside. Squatting a knee, he shoves between your thighs from behind. Forced to mount his flexing muscle, a burly arm circles your ribcage. Lifting you with ease to straddle his thick thigh comfortably.
“Actions speak louder than words. You’re sorry?” Johnny blinks slowly. It’s all just to further fuck with your head. Get you sloppy and stupid how he likes. “Then show me how sorry you are.”
“Fu-..” your lips purse into a thin line. Johnny really emphasized how ‘ladies’ never use such foul language. That was ‘childish bullshit’, you want something? Then use your words correctly. Speak up, put on a real show for him. “Johnny..”
The sound of his tongue clicking along the backs of his teeth accompany a shake of his head. Grabbing a hold around your jaw, jerking your neck back to look at him. Trapped between the wall and his body covering your entire frame. “I won us that game. It’s coach today.”
His thigh nestled between yours bounces up, manipulating you to grind down. Wet panties cling to your core, pushing down with an experimental roll of your pelvis. His nose buries against your cheek, nodding with approval. Flexing his muscles between you for assistance.
“Rubbing your little cunt on me like some brainless whore.” He starts mumbling, patting your chin roughly upon releasing you. Large hand skimming down beneath your casual summer dress. He seethes underneath, tracing up and down the crevice of your ass. Pressing kisses over your cheek with his speech- “Do you even know how wet you are already? It’s leaking right through my uniform. You’re worse than some dumb slut aren’t you? Good for nothing but taking cock.”
“Uh-huh” you stammer out, lacking the brain cells to form anything coherent anymore. Johnny’s hardened size digging into your lower back distracting you from forming any real thought. Frothing at the mouth, such a mess already. Begging for more with a fiercer swivel of your hips. Clit dragging against your underwear roughly as you move faster.
“You want more. You need more.” Johnny says adamantly. Collecting wetness spilling from your entrance. Thick digits trail back and forth. Meanly teasing at your hole, enough to feel your heat pulsating. “You want everything. Greedy little slut is what you are.”
He sniggers, tracing your rim with wet fingertips. Satisfied by the breathy hiss you let out, working back faster into his touch despite the areas evident swelling. He almost pities you, recalling how Jaemin had taken it out on you in the video.
“That hurts doesn’t it baby?” Johnny croons softly. Deliciously rubbing around your rim in succession with your incessant grinding. “But that’s how my little pain slut likes it..”
“Ugh..f-..” you muffle the string of curses attempting to escape. The idea of Coach Suh punishing you with another hour of edging was more than enough to contain yourself. Your palm smacks against the wall, hissing from the burn of your cut brushing along the plaster. Vibrant streaks of blood stain in their wake, catching Johnny’s attention.
“You gonna cum like this? Like my good slut. Fuck yourself faster on me, you can do it.” He rasps, tangling a hold in your hair. Encouraging you with a jerk of his thigh. His digits lower back to your pulsing hole. Sleek movements get him knuckle deep.
Gasping on a choked breath as your eyes roll up. Bouncing down on his thigh with speed, stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves at a needier pace. Johnny continuing to murmur praises through your first orgasm.
“That’s it.” Hot lips press a trail of kisses along your neck. Settling you to stand up straight and catch your breath.
He lifts you with ease, as if you weigh nothing to him. You duck into his chest as he kicks through the locker room, expecting to be met with a bunch of sniveling bratty faces. Steam clouds and a familiar pitter-pat of water droplets hitting tile floor fills the entire room.
Johnny walks the pathway to his office, not even bothering to glance around for any curious bystanders. He sets you on your weak ankles upon entering, shoving open the door with his shoulder.
“Sit down.” Johnny says, earnestly. Nodding ahead to his chair. You stand, paused, unable to rip your eyes away from the very open blinds. Blinds meant to cover a window facing toward the entire locker room. Pondering how Coach Suh could have had quite the view if he hadn’t already left for the day. You chew at your lower lip, shifting around nervously.
“But..”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. You know I don’t like when you don’t listen to me.” Johnny comes up behind you. Chest flush against your back until you begin to step further in. The shutting click of his office door following suite.
It’s not much of a shove at your shoulder that has you planted in his fancy work area. An expensive leather chair, ergonomically equipped for long hours spent seated. Planning out tricks and techniques to ensure the opposing team never saw them coming. Johnny the real mastermind behind a continuously successful team.
He starts unbuttoning his uniform slowly. Divots of defined abdomen peaking between the opening garment. Meticulously unveiling faint marks of now barely there scratches. The last time you’d hooked up had been a couple of weeks ago. Enough time to heal over the areas on his hips you’d dug your nails into.
His shoulders drop, shimmying off the sleeves. Hovering above your awestruck gaze. Cock twitching in response to how you always seemed at a loss for words in his presence. Obsessed and weak, re-evaluating your life to dedicate everything to him.
He slinks down onto his knees. Leaning back proudly showing off the physique he works hard for. Taking a hold of your wrist to drag your limp fingers down the center of his chest. Smug smirk growing, taking in the rapid pace your breasts rise at. Sucking down air on a choked breath, letting you trace over the lines of defined muscles down to his navel.
“It’s been too long..” Johnny winks, passing your hand across the faded marks adorning his pelvic bone. “Miss catching fresh traces of you over my skin.”
He reaches for a drawer nearby, long arm flexing. Bicep contracting delectably, biting down on your lip harder with anticipation. Johnny pulls out a first aid kit, returning his attention to your other hand.
“Ah, look at this mess.” He mumbles to himself. Cradling your wrist gently to get a good look at your thumb. Cleaning up the now dried blood that made its way down to the middle of your forearm. His brows furrowed in concentration, handsome as ever even under hideous cheap lighting.
He makes it look simple, covering your wound with gauze and tape. Gazing up with a pleased smile- “All better?”
Johnny tugs your bandaged thumb to his mouth. Passing you over slow enough to catch on little lines between the skin of his lips. Blinking up curiously, he whispers, deep and low- “Or does it hurt anywhere else?”
You nod, controlling yourself to not act over eager. Parting your thighs open, giving him a full visual of your drenched underwear. Johnny sighs. Licking up your inner thigh with an intense gaze trained on you. A practiced gaze that always worked to weaken his opponent.
“Hurts here? Doesn’t it?” His forehead wrinkles in question. Pouting a press of his lips against your hole. He sucks on the material with vigor, moaning at the essence dribbling down his throat.
“H-hurts..s-so much..” you nod, writhing up to meet his mouth working over your covered mound. Tongue sinking in, shoving the strained fabric into your hole. He slurps obscenely, rolling his eyes shut as if you taste too savory to not fully enjoy. “Ah, Coach, please. Need more.”
Johnny nibbles down on your clit, pinpointing exactly where it is. Making you twist up with a suppressed shout. He nuzzles in, growling through his chest. Ripping your underwear off in one go, face burying back between your thighs full of hunger. Tongue gathering the wetness sopping onto his chair. He groans, rubbing his nose around your clit. Repeatedly landing kisses on your convulsing entrance. An apology for what was about to take place.
“Are you that desperate for me?” He mouths over your cunt. Engulfing you entirely, laving his tongue all over. Breaching inside with a pointed wiggle until your thighs tremble around him. His nose huffing at the top of your mound as you ride out another climax. Falling back bonelessly into the seat. Dizzy from heavy lungs making it harder to breathe.
“Yes yes, please! N-need it, need you!” You whimper, wheezing for air.
“Wanted to get fucked so bad didn’t you?” Johnny pecks over your clit. “Doesn’t even matter whose dick it is. Such a nasty slut.”
“No, no no!” You whine, grabbing onto his broad frame. Johnny squatting, scooping you up from your bottom. Setting you on the edge of his desk. Pulling at your dress until you’re nothing but exposed flesh. Surprised you’d even had a pair of panties on to begin with. Too slutty for that from what he’d come to learn.
His hands wrap around your thighs, tingling all over with a harsh press of his fingertips. You glance up over his shoulder, noticing sets of eyes watching you through the parted blinds. Some look familiar, too familiar. Especially as a camera flashing through the glass brightens up the cloud of darkness masking smiles. Bright teeth, a mischievous curled up mouth, that had to be Jaemin..
“Coach, the blinds..” you mention again, blinking rapidly. Dropping your face to hide in his shoulder. Skin aflame from bubbling excitement, or embarrassment. Most likely both.
Johnny props you to sit up straight, cupping your jaw until you’re blinking up at him under the fluorescent office lights. The gleam making it all the more difficult to keep your heavy eyelids from drooping down further. He slaps at your cheek, hard enough to have you hissing. Biting back a sound of pain, a risk he may stop if you let it out. Johnny never really wanted to hurt you, no more than you wanted him to.
“They stay open. A pretty thing like you needs to be seen. On full display, give the boys a real reward for winning today.” Johnny grins, bumping the tip of his nose against yours. “Besides, you love that. So pathetically desperate for your loyal servants to worship you. I know you just love thinking about it later when you touch yourself. The way they all submit to you, wrapped around some invisible leash.”
“That’s not—“ Johnny interrupts you with another scoff. His mouth hovering right above yours, close enough to follow his words without listening.
“You’re thinking too much about it still.” He sounds upset now, convincing enough. Circling your windpipe with a large splayed out palm, he pecks you gently. Licking between your pressed lips for entrance. Impelling you to let him inside, in more ways than one. “You’re thinking too much.”
He mumbles between languid laps of his tongue. Easing your nerves, massaging through your hot greedy cavern. Thick lips that command dominance, spine held up only by the hand now gripping your throat. Stifling breaths pass, swallowed down by the much larger. A squeeze at your throat that reminds you how easily he can fuck you up, ruin you, if you allowed.
With a firm kiss, Johnny stares you down. Brown irises blown wide beneath bulky eyelids. Features sharp enough to cut you deep, as deep as the metal bench had earlier.
“So beautiful like this..” he smiles, a real smile. Trailing a finger along your cheekbone. “Head empty, nothing but a stupid hole to fuck, hmm?”
He’s fixated for a moment, toying with your loose neck. Tapping along the edges of your jaw and chin. Admiring the lost look in your gaze. He takes a hold of your cheeks, pushing your lips into a pout. Shaking your face side to side- “Nothing inside that pretty fucking head. You know why? It’s all mine. Can’t have it back until I’m done with you.”
He nods your head for you, cheeks glowing happily. With one last hard grip around your throat he tosses your arms over his back. Circling your waist, picking you back up. Cupping your ass in his large palms. You let out a sound of confusion, met with a chuckle. Johnny setting your bottom down on the tiny window ledge. It digs in uncomfortably, making you shimmy forward.
“Don’t move.” His tone drops back to a serious one. Keeping an arm wrapped around you as he shoves his bottoms off with the other. “You wanna cum on my cock don’t you baby? Be a good slut for me?”
You keep nodding, not fully understanding what he means. Johnny throwing your arms back over his frame to get you in position.
“Don’t let go.” His nose hits your forehead with enough force to bend your neck back. Cock drunk gaze staring up at him. Johnny’s chest rumbling loudly, reaching his own desperation.
He’s got you pressed up against the window. Your sweaty skin painfully pulling on the glass. Hoisting you up, he grabs around your thighs. Cock seething fully inside making the crown of your head knock back. Screaming more off the deep penetration than the throbbing passing over your skull.
“Your loyal following showed up.” He grunts. Lifting and lowering you on his length. Overwhelmed by his mass every time. Already too stupid and incoherent to understand anything he says. Amused laughter travels through window crevices.
Lights flashing behind you, illuminating all of Johnny’s working muscles. His chest glistens with a small amount of alluring sweat. Making it clear how hard this isn’t for him. Throttling your limp body up and down on his dick effortlessly.
“We’re gonna have a whole fucking collection of you by the time seasons over.” He stammers. Bending at his knees for extra power.
“C-cum, just wanna cum.” You whine, enraptured by the thick body in front of you. Feeling smaller than ever under his strength. “So fucking big. You’re so fucking big!”
Your mouth hangs open breathless, sputtering nonsense. Johnny tossing you up and down like nothing.
“So so s-so b-big..” you stutter between sucking at drool that won’t stop spilling from your lips. Dazed by the way Johnny reshapes your insides. Dazed by his flawless firm muscles. Displaying brute strength with each piston upward. Cries and whimpers escape you, kneading at his chest.
“Stuffing your slutty hole full just how you love.” Johnny growls disrupting your thoughts. Thrusting faster, pulling you from the ledge until your nails are burying into his collarbone. Cutting through his flesh as you scream.
Fucked thoroughly and precise, pussy clenching harder the longer he stirs your insides. Johnny’s hips snap roughly, muttering through exertion- “Wet, so fucking wet and tight for me. Taking all this big dick.”
“Ah! Johnny!” You let out a drawn out noisy whimper. Stiffening up when Johnny pierces in at a new angle. Shuddering in his hold as a powerful orgasm rips out. This one rendering you completely weak, full and empty.
He chokes on a breath, lower half coming to a still. Eyes fluttering through your convulsing heat. Just enough, listening patiently for your breathing to regulate
He turns, keeping you slotted on his length. Thigh muscles pronounced, bulging out ridiculously as he returns you to his desk. You fall back into a high arch, fucked up into again the second your ass meets table. Reaching around yourself for some type of purchase, something to keep you connected to reality. Lost in the sound of low guttural moans above you.
“I ca-can’t, can’t!” Your eyes crunch shut, gritting your teeth with a scream. Filled up to your belly button. You can feel Johnny’s size jabbing deep inside with each thrust. Spinning your mind further and further away.
He slaps at your cheek, snaking around your neck with a tough grip. Your eyes shooting open, coughing on dry air.
“Eyes on me.” He instructs, throwing his lower half into rapid action. Coughing up more, a burn of tears painting down your face. Steaming as they roll down your heated skin.
“Love that don’t you?” Johnny spurs on. Ruthlessly hammering his hips down. Wasting no time to chase his release. Jostled up his desk with each impaling thrust. “Fuck you so stupid. All you know is my cock baby. It’s all you can think about.”
His staminas insane, sounding hardly short of breath even as he throws your legs back. Adjusting your limbs over his shoulders to pin you down, keeping you in place with the weight of his merciless pistoning hips.
“Y-ye—can-can’t…too…s’too good..” you stutter, eyes rolling far back. Leaving nothing but the whites surrounding your pupils visible. “Cu-cum…again..g-gon, cum!”
He gives you no warning, no time to even get your garbled words out. Thumb slithering between your smashed together torsos. Johnny presses down on your clit with a growl. Rolling your bundle of nerves around roughly, biting through your gripping orgasm.
“That’s it pretty baby, cum around me just like that.” He grits. Fucking through your pulsing cunt. His ramming pace never slowing. Chest flexed as he grabs your ankles holding you down. Folded up in a complete half. Johnny letting out a throaty animalistic scream as his cum spills free. “Fuck fuck!”
His hips don’t falter, pushing hot spurts of cum deep inside your walls. Expeling grunts that sound near painful, earning another orgasm out of you through his messy thrusts. Cum trickles out under the sloppy slams of his hips. Smeared over your bottom and his desk.
“Coach..” your throats scratchy, coughing up as he finally begins to slow down. Delivering one more filthy thrust before drawing free. The lewd wet pop as he pulls out lighting a scorching heat under your cheeks. Johnny sighs, easing your legs down slowly. Cock nestling back inside still like a plug.
“Did so good, even if you lost, again. Good game as always. Valiant effort.” Johnny smiles, a comforting soft smile. Rubbing large palms up and down your sore aching thighs. “Ready to hit the showers?”
Next—> Haechan
Teaser: “Someone will hear us here..” you whisper, sneaking an observant glance around. Desks where students study hidden between library shelves no more than 12 feet away. Close enough to catch glimpses of the top of their heads buried in textbooks between shelf gaps. It’s too dangerous, the locker room was one thing, but the schools library? Filled with students coming and going?
“Well then..” Haechan’s well known arrogant smirk shows itself. Tapping his index finger down the middle of your lips. Other hand lifting to pet your flyaway hairs down. Gently displaying more of your cheekbones as he smooths strands behind your ear. Brushing your lower lip back and forth, he chortles- “We have to make sure you keep quiet baby.”
When you return home from work early one afternoon, you overhear something sexy that both stirs a hungry yearn inside of you and catches you off guard because you never expected your boyfriend to be this shameless.
♡ // original video // song: other side of the game - erykah badu // ♡
There's this huge creature on top of me, it's fucking me doggy-style, of course. It's cock has ridges and it only got bigger after it shoved inside me. I'm downright stuffed with it, moaning and mewling because I can't do anything else like this.
I tried to get away when I noticed that I was being followed on my way home, but it was no use. Maybe it was dumb of me to walk instead of taking the bus, but it was such a nice night for a walk.
The thing got me when I crossed a dark park. Nobody is around here at night. I ran, stumbled and fell. I caught myself on my arms. It wasn't a good idea, I see that now. The creature was on top of me immediately, skirt shoved up my hips, panties ripped.
I gasped when I felt the cock against my entrance. It was slippery, so it didn't meet any resistance when it entered me. Two strong arms hold me in place. It slipped in and out of me slowly, at first. But now it's downright drilling into me. I feel an orgasm take over me and I moan and gasp when it doesn't stop to fuck me. I cum and cum and cum, it feels like I can't stop now that I've begun.
After a particularly hard thrust, it stills inside me. Something big nudges my entrance now and I try to scramble forward, away from this new intrusion, but to no avail. I know what this is. The knot forces it's way inside me and then the cock floods me with cum. It's hot and thick and I almost feel like it will overflow, but the knot is big and tight inside my pulsing pussy.
My pussy's all plugged up like this, I can't escape. The creature is strong, holding me in place and with the knot inside me, I couldn't get away either way.
One strong, monstrous arm goes around my chest and then it stands up, taking me with it, back pressed against it's front, cock and knot still inside. My legs dangle uselessly. It starts to walk. Were are we going? I thought it would leave me alone once the knot softens!
The cock inside me fucks me with the movement this creature makes while carrying me. I'm moaning helplessly, impaled on this rod. It's impossible, but the cock tenses up again, more cum floods my pussy and I whine, I'm being stretched with the amount of it and the knot plugs me up tight.
I don't know where it's taking me, but I can feel that the knot isn't going to soften anytime soon.
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