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୨୧ ripping the condom off choso’s dick so he could breed you for the first time . . .
you and choso have always been careful.
every single time he’s buried balls deep inside you, there’s been a condom stretched over that cock, because the second he feels your raw heat he knows he’ll lose his fucking mind.
he’s told you, voice shaking against your sweaty neck, that if he ever came inside you bare he’d never pull out again— he’d breed you over and over until you’re dripping his load for days. you thought it was just dirty talk... until tonight.
he’s got you on your back, beefy arms caging you in, hips slamming so hard the bedframe creaks. the condom’s already soaked, your creamy slick coating the latex, but it’s not enough.
his fat cock drags along your walls, forcing them to remember every vein and ridge, stretching your poor tight pussy obscenely wide. you’re so wet the rubber slips with every thrust,
until— pop— he slides out completely, cock slapping heavy and angry against your puffy clit.
“fuck— baby— sorry you’re just too fucking wet—” he grunts, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. his dark eyes are blown wide, sweat dripping from his brow onto your tits.
you don’t think. you just reach down, rip the condom off in one frantic tug, and throw it somewhere across the room. his bare cock jerks in your hand, flushed dark, dripping with your cream. you drag the swollen head through your sloppy folds, smearing him messy, then shove him back inside raw.
the noise he makes is inhuman— half growl, half broken moan as your bare heat swallows him whole.
“shit… oh shit, y’re so fuckin’— tight—h-haahh..” he snaps. in one brutal move he folds you in half, knees to your shoulders, ankles by your ears, he was so deep his fat cock kisses your cervix on every thrust.
your sopping pussy flutters and gushes around him, squirting in messy spurts each time he bottoms out. the loud squelches of your cunt getting pounded was so loud along with your wails and cries.
he’s usually quiet, but the sounds pouring from his throat since he felt your pussy without any barrier was all guttural grunts, sharp hisses through his teeth, low whispered “fuck, fuck, fuck” every time your walls milk him.
“want you to cum inside me, cho— please breed me, need it...” you’re babbling, tears streaming, mascara smeared. he licks the salt off your cheeks with a starved groan, tongue hot and rough.
“you sure, baby? want me to fill you up, hm? that what you want?” he rasps, rolling his hips slow and deep, letting you feel every inch splitting you open. “yeah? gonna pump this pretty pussy full… make it take every of my load.”
you sob yes yes yes and he loses the last of his control. his pace turns punishing— hips pistoning, heavy balls slapping your ass so hard the sound echoes.
your cream froths at the base of his cock, dripping down his sack, soaking the sheets. every thrust punches the air from your lungs until you’re cross-eyed and drooling, only able to wail his name and “inside...! inside— c-cum inside me— plsplspls”
choso’s whole body locks up. his cock swells impossibly thicker, and with a strangled “fuuuck—” he slams to the hilt. you feel it. the first hot spurt painting your womb, then another, and another— he’s cumming so hard it forces its way out around his buried shaft, thick rivulets of white leaking from your stuffed hole with every pulse, dripping from your asshole to the sheets.
he doesn’t pull out. he grinds deep, plugging you, making sure nothing escapes. when he finally slumps over you, still twitching, he presses his forehead to yours and breathes a shaky promise against your lips.
“not done.. gonna keep you just like this… fill you again and again ‘til you’re dripping for weeks.”
and when you clenches around his sensitive cock at the thought, he places your shaky legs over his broad shoulders, and starts moving all over again.
after that, he started paying for your plan b instead of buying condoms.
he’s so warm underneath you—broad chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, one arm heavy around your back, the other lazily petting over your spine. your cheek is pressed against the damp skin of his collarbone, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. boneless. blissed-out. already half-asleep.
his cock’s still inside you, soft now, but snug, nestled so deep like your body was made to keep him there. it’s messy, sticky with the heat of everything you just shared, but neither of you moved. couldn’t bear to.
he's still awake. barely.
his eyes are hooded, his breathing even, but his hand doesn’t stop moving. not quite. dragging down your back, to the curve of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. feeling the way your pussy flutters around him even now in your sleep—so used to him, so greedy for him even after everything. and fuck, that’s all it takes.
he groans softly into your hair, shifting just a little, hips tilting up. his cock twitches, thickens slowly, pushing back to hardness in the slick warmth of you, like it never really left.
you murmur something soft. not quite words—just a sleepy sound, a whimper paired with the faintest roll of your hips. maybe you do know what he’s doing. maybe your body’s already answering him.
his throat tightens. “shhh,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “just one more, baby. promise.”
he starts to move again—slow, lazy thrusts, more for his own pleasure than yours this time, but your body takes it so sweetly, clenching around him like it needs him, even in sleep. and god, that’s what makes him lose it. the way you keep him so safe and tight inside, like home.
he cums with a low moan against your ear, hand still smoothing over your back as his cock pulses deep inside you again. and then he stills, wraps both arms around you tighter.
when toji says nothing can keep him away from you, he’s not kidding.
morning breath and you haven’t brushed your teeth? he doesn’t care, he’ll kiss you like always and lick the front and back of both rows of your teeth clean.
don’t even try to tell him you can’t kiss him because you’ve gone down with a cold and can’t breathe out of your nose. he’ll suck the snot out himself.
but his favorite?
it’s when you haven’t showered yet.
it’s when you taste and smell like you. no sugary body wash, no minty shampoo, just you.
“toji, i’m sweaty and i haven’t showered,” you protested, although your words fall on deaf ears as he pulls your shorts and underwear down in one go.
he takes one long look at the marvelous sight in front of him, feeling his mouth water at your glistening cunt. his tongue runs over his lips, then the rough scar just adjacent to it.
toji doesn’t waste any time — diving into your slick nose-first and taking a deep breath in. your thoughts melt into a puddle every time his nose rubs against your clit and teases your entrance.
a guttural groan rumbles in his chest, arms wrapping around your thighs to bury his face deeper into your cunt.
the moment his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe against your slit, gathering your sweetness onto his tastebuds, he’s a goner.
he doesn’t stop, no — he doesn’t even think about it. not even after you’ve lost count of your orgasms; not even after you’ve squirted heaps onto him that he looked like he had just come out of the shower.
his boxers were soaked from him coming after rutting his dick against the edge of the bed, senses heightened from the pleasure he was giving you.
toji’s definitely a little gross, but you love it.
"s-satoru," you whisper, voice trembling. "can you move just a little bit..please?"
unlatching his lips from your tit with a lewd pop, satoru lets out a soft chuckle.
"no can do, bunny." he hums, pressing an maddening gentle kiss to your temple. "I'll get carried away. you don't want that, right?"
sniffling, you nod against him, even though its a lie. every year it's the same 'no nut november' competition with suguru, and every year, satoru loses within a week--to you, sinking himself balls deep into your cunt before he even could think twice.
but gojo soon realized his losing streak was growing detrimental to both his bragging rights and his wallet. so this year, he made up his mind. he was going to last all month long.
yet, it's day six and you’re tangled up with him on the bed, perched on his fat cock, sticky undies pulled carelessly to the side as he suckles on your pretty nipples. he technically wasn't cheating; the rule was that he couldn't nut--suguru never said anything about cockwarming.
"you're being mean," you breath, back arching into his mouth as he sucks on your sensitive nipple, cunt smearing an obscene amount of slick and cum all over his stubbly pelvis. your freshly-manicured nails tangle in his white mop of hair. "i jus' w-wanna make you feel good."
gojo exhales a small laugh through his nose, you were always so precious thinking about him. "I know baby, but I already told you. I can't lose to suguru again. not this year."
you roll your hips harder, sloppier in response, your ass smacking against his chubby balls with loud plaps. "I-I don't care about the stupid bet," you insist, a wet pout forming as you tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
"can't wait a month for your cum daddy."
satoru swallows hard.
"c'mon..don't say it like that baby." he groans, and you can't tell if he's talking about your vulgar language or the fact that you just called him daddy. either way he could feel his resolve slipping.
he should pull you off of him while he was still thinking straight--before he did something he might regret. but you were squeezing so tight around his lonely cock, and somehow you smelled so much sweeter than normal..how was he supposed to go without your pussy for three more weeks?
stray hands make their way to your hips, clinging on as your grind him for dear life. you were relentless with his body, with every one of your clumsily bounces, his thick tip smushed up into your spongy cervix. his mouth was far from your chest now, drooling stupidly as he watched from beneath. when had he taught you to ride like this?
"please, toru" you whine, softer this time, humping his lap with tiny grunts. "need you so bad." grabbing his shaky pale hands from your waist, you kiss them each, before setting them flush on your pudgy tummy, directly over your heart-shaped womb. "I wanna feel you, here."
gosh. satoru could feel his heart swell three times its size. with your big wobbly eyes and warm runny nose, you were just too sweet for your own good. now, he's forgotten all about the bet--he wants nothing more than to paint your velvety insides white with his creamy ribbons.
"shit, bunny." he rasps, pressing hot peppery open-mouthed kisses to your collarbone and tits while he left his hands on your womb. he wonder what it would feel like after being stuffed up with all his cum.
"y'er right, fuck the bet. got more important things to do." he thrusts up without warning, causing your swollen tits to bounce, earning a half excited-half nervous squeal from you in return.
"sugu's just gonna hafta understand," he drawls, flipping you on your back with one smooth motion. "gotta fill this sweet pussy right--fucking--now"
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it barely fits ♪ he's a tits guy ♪ thigh fucking ♪ fingering your tight cunt ♪ pussy inspection ♪ so damn wet ♪ dragged you into an empty classroom ♪ his fav position ♪
♪ you're needy ♪ giving the frat boy a chance ♪ certified munch ♪ keep the panties on ♪ the hot professor asks you to stay after class ♪ early in the morning ♪ filling both of your holes ♪ 'doggy is for sinners' ♪ the nerd knows how to fuck good ♪ reverse cowgirl ♪ jerking him off ♪
♪ he loves seeing your face ♪ harsh blowjob ♪ god he's huge ♪ pussy teaser ♪ you're supposed to be watching a movie ♪ 'forgive me?' ♪ someones pent up ♪ 'I should be able to reach here' ♪ he's in charge tonight ♪ his pretty wife making him breakfast ♪ he's rough ♪ grinding on his thigh ♪ he's not putting it in! ♪ holding your wrists ♪
his roommate is way too cute ♪ keep the panties on ii ♪ giving the emo a chance ♪
♥︎ ݁ 𓏲 your boyfriend turns into a #certifiedslut during bulking season
bulking-season him doesn’t just look different—he feels different. it’s in the weight of him when he lays on you, the way his chest seems broader overnight, how his thighs take up more space on the bed. his whole body feels denser, heavier, like he’s carrying an extra layer of warmth that only you get to touch. even his hugs change; he used to wrap his arms around you, now he engulfs you, pulling you into his chest until you can barely breathe, whispering, “missed you,” like it’s a confession.
you notice it first in the mornings. the way he stretches and his back looks huge—muscles thick and carved, delts rounded, veins standing out along his arms because he’s been lifting like a demon. when he grabs your hips, his hands feel bigger, rougher, more demanding. he picks you up without warning now, with this effortless strength that makes your stomach drop. you’ll squeal and yell at him to put you down, and he just laughs, voice still raspy from sleep, “can’t. i like carrying you.”
and oh god—the appetite. not just for food. bulking-season him fucks like he’s starving. like he’s been thinking about you all day, every rep, every set. he comes home already half-hard, chest pumped, smelling like sweat and something primal, and the second he sees you? it’s over. he doesn’t even take his shoes off sometimes—he crowds you into a wall with his newly heavy body, one big hand sliding under your shirt, the other grabbing your ass like he owns it.
he kisses you messy, urgent, teeth grazing your lower lip, and you can feel the extra weight behind every movement. he’s stronger. more grounded. when he presses you into the bed, you feel the difference—the solidness of him, the warmth that rolls off his skin, the way his thighs cage you in and you know there’s no moving him even if you tried.
and he gets feral when he’s inside you. something about the bulk makes him rut harder, deeper, like he can’t get close enough. he holds your hips still with those thick hands and fucks into you with this steady, overwhelming force that makes your vision blur. his groans are deeper, too—lower, almost animal-like—like the sound is coming from somewhere way down in his chest.
he’ll pin your wrists above your head, muscles flexing, veins popping along his forearms, and say shit like: “hold still. let me have you.”
“you can take it — c’mon, pretty girl.”
“fuck, you feel even tighter when i’m bigger.”
and when he gets close? he grabs your thighs and folds you so easily it scares you a little—not rough, just strong. the kind of strength that comes from weeks of training and eating like he’s preparing for hibernation. he buries his face in your neck, fucking into you harder, faster, chasing his release with this raw, hungry determination that makes you feel devoured.
afterwards, he’s still panting, still heavy on top of you, one big hand stroking your thigh like he’s calming himself down. then he grins—tired but still cocky, and murmurs, “round two in ten minutes. just need a snack first.”
and he means it. because bulking-season him isn’t just horny… he’s insatiable. he's stronger. heavier, hungrier—and every part of him feels made to ruin you.
𝜗𝜚 you and gojo were taking things slow— kisses, teasing, nothing serious. until he “accidentally” ends up inside you . . .
you’d made him wait.
not because you didn’t want him. god no. it was honestly the opposite. the idea of getting railed into the mattress by gojo satoru had lived rent free in your brain from the moment you met him— when he smiled a little too wide at you and made the kind of eye contact that felt illegal. when he started texting you with a ridiculous number of emojis and slept on facetime with you like a teenage girl. when he came to pick you up in the middle of the night after you had a breakdown and didn’t say anything, just held your hand and let you cry. that’s when you knew you’d be down bad. and you were. horribly, stupidly, painfully down bad for this man.
but also…he was gojo satoru. six-foot-whatever, model-face, trust fund baby, basically allergic to shutting up. he flirted with everyone, kissed your forehead like it was casual, and wore those stupid gray sweats with no underwear. he had “i’ve definitely had sex with someone and forgotten their name afterward” energy. you didn’t trust that shit for a second. and when you finally started dating him, you were firm about it, you wanted to take things slow.
“slow, got it,” he’d said, grinning. “like, hand-holding slow? eye contact slow? staring into each other’s souls while we breathe heavily in bed slow?”
you rolled your eyes, obviously.
but he respected it. genuinely. didn’t even try to push. you kissed, you touched a little, he even let you hump his thigh that one time after a movie when you were feeling needy— but never anything more. even when he was rock hard. or when his voice went hoarse whispering how good you felt. he always stopped before it went too far.
which is why you were surprised to find yourself on your back, legs spread, gojo kneeling between them and soaking his fingers in your slick with this dumb, puppy-eyed grin on his face, completely at odds with the way he was about to ruin you.
“mm, y’sure about this?” he asks, because he always asks. his fingers glide along your folds, featherlight. “you don’t gotta, baby. we can just cuddle after this. i like your boobs more than your pussy anyway.”
you snort. “shut up. i want to.”
he grins like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.
“okay, okay,” he says, dramatic. “we’ll still take it slow, though. like, real slow. so slow i’m basically celibate. monk behavior. just some grinding. maybe a lil bit of tip action—”
you glare. “satoru.”
“—strictly medical. not horny. tip only. very wholesome.”
“satoru.”
he leans down and kisses you, lips warm and sweet, his stupid grin pressed against your mouth.
“i’m serious,” he mumbles, rubbing his bare cock against your soaked folds like he’s not being serious at all. “just the tip, i promise.”
and it sounds like a joke. he sounds like a joke. hovering over you, all flushed and breathless, dick glistening from where it’s been sliding against you for the past five minutes, the head catching on your clit and making you jolt. he knows what he’s doing. keeps brushing against your entrance like a tease. wanting to see how far he can push before you stop him.
and maybe that’s why you don’t stop him.
maybe that’s why you wrap your arms around his neck, thighs pulling him closer, the thick head of his cock slipping just barely inside, until it’s too late.
your breaths catch in unison, the room suddenly too quiet, the heat of him inside you making it very, very clear you’ve crossed a line you can’t uncross.
“…did you just—”
“i didn’t mean to!!”
“‘toru.”
“i swear to god, baby, it slipped in on its own. she’s greedy.”
you whine and slap his shoulder. “you’re greedy!”
he bites his lip, hips twitching like he wants to move. “okay but like…we’ve already started. it’d be rude to stop now.”
“you said ‘just the tip’!”
“this is the tip. it’s just a very fat, ambitious tip.”
you narrow your eyes.
he gives you the softest look. too soft. unfairly soft. as if he’s not currently halfway inside you and lying through his teeth.
“baby,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth, “you feel so warm. so wet. it’d be a crime to pull out right now. jail time. prison. orange jumpsuit.”
“i hate you.”
“no you don’t,” he whispers, and then he pushes in the rest of the way.
you gasp. your nails dig into his back, legs tightening around him as the rest of his cock stretches you open, thick and hot and so deep you swear you see stars.
he moans all breathy and wrecked in your ear, “oh fuck, oh my god, you’re- fuck, you’re squeezing me so good, i think i’m gonna cry—”
and suddenly all that “taking it slow” shit is out the window.
his hips are already moving, slow at first, grinding into you like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your insides. he kisses your jaw, your neck, buries his face in your shoulder and groans everytime your walls flutter around him.
“you’re so fucking tight,” he mumbles, voice rough. “feels like you missed me- like you wanted me to slip in.”
“satoru—”
“shh, shh, i got you. i’ll take care of you. just wanna feel you, baby, please—”
and he does. he feels everything. watches your face twist with every stroke, your body arching, mouth falling open into a breathless cry when he hits something deep. your pussy’s drooling around him, mess dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets, and he’s losing it. thrusting harder. faster.
“i knew you’d feel like this,” he pants, snapping his hips, the sound of skin-on-skin slapping, echoing in thr room. “knew you’d take me so good. fuck, you’re perfect, so perfect, so fucking perfect—”
your legs are trembling, moans high and needy, nails dragging down his back as you gasp his name over and over again.
and he just keeps going.
“you close, baby?” he breathes, hips stuttering as he grinds into your sweet spot. “gonna cum for me? fuck, please, i wanna feel it- wanna feel you cum on my cock—”
you nod, desperate, eyes rolling back as the knot in your belly snaps and you clench around him with a broken cry.
he follows a second later.
“fuck- fuckfuckfuck—” he gasps, hips jerking as he unloads deep inside you, thick and scalding, body convulsing before he collapses on top of you.
there’s a long pause.
your chest is heaving, his is too, both of you still breathless, trembling from the high that hasn’t quite faded. the room is quiet except for the sound of your panting and the faint hum of whatever playlist had long since been forgotten. your limbs are tangled under the sheets, sweat cooling against your skin, and his cum is already leaking out of you— warm and messy, dripping down your thighs in slow, lazy rivulets that make you twitch from overstimulation.
gojo’s still inside you, just barely, like he’s reluctant to pull out. and maybe he is. maybe he likes how it feels. how warm you still are, how soft your skin is when his hand absentmindedly traces circles against your thigh, how your fingers are still curled weakly around his wrist like you don’t want to let go yet.
then— he breaks the silence.
“…sooo,” he says, casual as ever, as if he didn’t just bust the prettiest nut of his life, “wanna go again?”
you don’t even answer at first. just elbow him, hard, right in the ribs.
he wheezes, half-laughing, half-winded, crumpling beside you like you actually did some real damage. “rude,” he mumbles, coughing dramatically.
you roll your eyes, lean in, and kiss him anyway. soft and slow, like you weren’t just calling him an idiot thirty seconds ago. his lips are still swollen from how much he’d kissed you earlier, a little damp from sweat, but they fit against yours like muscle memory. like home.
and despite everything— your sore legs, your ruined sheets, his smug little smirk— your heart still flutters.
because he’s yours. and you already know he’s not pulling out for the rest of the night.
idek if i like this tbh, i js wanted to post smth .-. but hopefully this isn’t too bad shhdhshs
They placed a final raspberry on the immaculate tart they were making for dessert and looked up to find their girlfriend standing in the doorway. She only wore pants and a bra, but they were both digging into her. Her boobs were overflowing like overfilled muffin cups. Her body had become pudgy lately, that much was true. Very different from the toned and lean woman that they had started dating.
"Like... right now? Or in general?" They said.
"In general," she snapped, "Look at me."
"I am," they said, "You look hot."
She snorted and unzipped her pants, her belly rounded out and wobbled. They tried desperately not to make an indecent noise, feigning nonchalance and going back to decorating the tart.
"Look at me," she repeated. She picked up her gut and dropped it, the fat bouncing, "Your food is too good and I keep eating it, so stop cooking."
They smirked, "Baby, I make the food to be eaten, so it makes sense that you, you know, eat it?"
"My pants are getting a holes worn in between the thighs," she said, "That's never happened before. I'm outgrowing my bra-" she gripped her breasts and then snapped the band of her bra, showing the grooves where it was digging into her.
"Just more to grab," they said, wiping their hands on a dish rag and then walking to her. They grabbed the unbuttoned flap of her pants and pulled her as close as her belly would allow. They brushed their fingers up her side, feeling the divots of fresh stretch marks on the new curves on her side. Her breath hitched, her eyes wide as they roamed over their face.
They traced along the edge of her bra, poking the fat that bulged out. She tried to bite back a whimper, but it escaped and they felt a small smile twitch the corner of their mouth. Finally they placed a soft hand to the side of her face and she melted into their touch, her fat on her face made her look like a doll. Her small double chin covered what used to be an impressive jawline.
you didn’t expect it—not from him. cool, quiet, closed-off. the kind of guy who mumbles through compliments, blushes if you so much as kiss his neck. but now? now he’s behind you on the bed, hands tight on your hips, chest damp with sweat, cock driving into your cunt at angles so precise it’s like he’s mapping you out with surgical intent.
except he hasn’t hit it yet.
he’s trying.
you can feel it in the way he keeps adjusting—sliding one knee forward, shifting your legs apart, reaching up to cup your tit while his other hand angles your hips higher. every thrust is different. measured. focused. calculated. he’s testing your body like a theory, chasing something he knows is there.
but you’re dazed.
whimpering, breathless, soaked and shaking, confused as fuck because every time you think he’s found it—fuck—he misses by a hair. it’s so close. the pleasure is blinding, but something inside is pulsing, begging, like a button he just hasn’t pushed yet.
he groans low behind you, voice hoarse and frustrated. “it’s in here,” he pants, like he’s talking to himself more than you. “i know it is—fuck, why can’t i—”
you mewl his name, back arching, your hands clawing at the sheets. “m-megumi, what—what’re you—f-fuck—”
“trying something,” he growls, and then—
then he grabs your hips, strong and firm, and lifts them slightly, angling your ass higher, tipping your pelvis up, bringing your cunt closer to him, tighter. he shifts forward, sinks deeper—
and hits it.
“fuck—!”
you scream. not a cute moan. not a gasp. a full-bodied, throat-shredding scream as your body convulses. your hands slap the mattress. your legs kick. your mouth falls open with a sob as something detonates inside you, pressure exploding.
then you squirt.
not a little trickle. not some delicate drip.
it gushes—loud, wet, uncontrollable—as megumi’s cock hits your g-spot dead-on and stays there, grinding into it while his grip on your hips keeps you locked in place.
his eyes widen, blown black, and he chokes out a groan that sounds like it’s dragged from the bottom of his lungs. “holy fuck—” his cock twitches hard inside you. “you—fucking squirted—”
you can’t speak. your voice is gone. your entire body is shaking, twitching under him, cunt spasming uncontrollably around his cock as slick pours out of you, soaking his thighs, the bed, everything.
“shit,” he pants, hips slamming forward again—same angle, same brutal grind—and you scream again, body lurching, nails digging into the mattress.
“you like that?” he hisses, his rhythm suddenly unhinged, frantic, chasing that spot with every thrust now. “that’s it, right there—fuck, i found it—look at you, fucking soaking me—”
“c-can’t—too much—megumi—!”
he doesn’t stop. not when you gush again, not when you sob and scream, not even when your legs shake like they might give out from under you. he holds you up, keeps that perfect angle, pounds your g-spot like it’s his fucking mission.
“you’re gonna cum like this,” he growls. “you’re gonna squirt all over me again. i want it. need it. give it to me.”
you break.
you cum harder than you ever have in your life, squirting again with a scream as your body collapses under him, mind blank, voice wrecked, thighs sticky and trembling.
megumi's room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, the air thick with the scent of your shared arousal. you'd both stripped down—him in just his boxers, you in a thin tank top and panties—but even that felt risky. he hovered over you on the bed, muscles tense, dark hair falling into his eyes as he positioned himself between your spread thighs.
"dry humping," he murmured, voice husky with need, his hand wrapping around his exposed cock. he'd pulled it free earlier, the thick length already hard and leaking, veins pulsing under flushed skin. pre-cum beaded at the tip, dripping down to slick his shaft as he stroked once, twice, lining up against the fabric of your panties. the cotton was already damp from your anticipation, clinging to your folds, but he kept the barrier there, determined to stick to the rules.
you nodded, biting your lip, hands fisting the sheets. "just grinding, megumi." your pussy throbbed at the sight of him, so close, the heat radiating from his bare skin making your core clench emptily.
he pressed forward, the head of his cock nudging against your soaked panties, right over your clit. a wet squelch echoed in the quiet room as he slid along the fabric, the sound obscene and loud, like fucking into a puddle.
his pre-cum smeared across the cotton, darkening it further, mixing with your arousal until every thrust forward made a slick, slurping noise. he groaned, hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his balls dragging against your inner thighs with each pass.
"fuck, you're drenched," he panted, eyes locked on where his cock rubbed you, the friction pulling your panties taut, outlining your swollen lips. the wetness spread, soaking his length completely, making the glide smoother, louder—schlick, schlick—as he humped faster.
his tip caught on the edge of the fabric sometimes, bumping your entrance through the thin barrier, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
you arched into him, gasping, the pressure building hot and insistent. "harder… keep going." your voice was breathy, urging him on, even as the sounds grew messier, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts.
megumi's control frayed at the edges. he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his hips. his cock slipped lower on one grind, the head pushing past the side of your panties with a wet pop, bare skin meeting bare skin for the first time that night.
it dragged along your slick folds, coating itself in your juices, the direct contact making him shudder.
"s-sorry," he mumbled against your lips, but he didn't pull away immediately. instead, he rocked forward again, the tip accidentally catching at your entrance, nudging just inside—barely the head breaching you before he froze. your pussy fluttered around the intrusion, sucking greedily, and a fresh gush of wetness eased the way.
"meg—" you whimpered, thighs trembling, but the accidental slip only heightened the tension. he withdrew slightly, realigning, but on the next thrust, it happened again: his cock sliding past the displaced fabric, the fat tip popping in with a lewd squelch, stretching your hole just enough to tease.
"oh god, it slipped," he breathed, voice strained, but his hips didn't stop. he ground deeper this time, the head sinking in a fraction more before he yanked back, panting.
the room filled with the sounds—wet smacks of skin on damp cloth, your shared moans, the slick slide of his pre-cum-smeared cock rubbing everywhere but where you both craved most.
it kept happening, over and over, like his body betrayed his intentions. each hump brought another "accident": the tip breaching your panties' edge, then dipping into your pussy with shallow, teasing pops. in, out, in, out—the head fucking just past your rim, your walls clenching desperately around the brief invasion.
your arousal dripped down, soaking the sheets, making every slip easier, louder, the noises turning into full-on sloppy fucks against your clothed core.
"can't help it… feels too good," megumi confessed, forehead pressed to yours, sweat beading on his brow. his thrusts grew erratic, the tip catching and entering you repeatedly, each time a little deeper before he pulled out with a groan. your clit throbbed from the indirect pressure, the fabric rubbing raw and wet, while your entrance burned from the constant teasing penetration.
you clawed at his back, hips bucking up to meet him, chasing the fleeting fullness. "don't stop… even if it slips, just—ah!" another accidental plunge, the head popping in fully this time, stretching you wide for a heartbeat before he withdrew, leaving you empty and aching.
the build-up shattered you both. megumi's cock slid past your panties one final time, the tip burying just inside as he came, hot ropes of cum flooding your entrance and spilling out around the fabric, mixing with your slick to create an even bigger mess. the sensation—warm, sticky, pulsing—tipped you over, your pussy spasming around his tip, orgasm crashing through you in waves.
he collapsed onto you, both of you slick and spent, the air heavy with the scent of sex. megumi kissed your neck softly, whispering apologies even as he nuzzled closer. "i didn't mean to… it just kept happening." but in the quiet aftermath, with his softening cock still twitching against your soaked panties, you both knew he was a fucking liar.
it was always more. his hands roam you, feeling every inch of your being, touching you like you were bound to disappear if he were to stop. his hand presses down against your lower stomach, looking down at your precious little pussy.
his poor girl was so tired after a long day, too tired to get rough with him. but she shouldn't be worried, he'd be soft too-- at least that's what he says. just the tip, he promises, but it seems to be the only promise he enjoys breaking.
swirling his oozing head around in your juices, he can feel the warmth radiating, knowing good and well that as soon as he slips just the slightest bit into you he'll be met with your tight, clenching cunt. he can hear the way your voice will echo, begging for more, for every single fucking inch.
but he tries, at least, to enter you slowly. yet, it's just as he suspected; bliss disguised as your drooling sex, pulling him, desperate to milk him dry. so, once again, his words remain empty, snapping his hips into yours, rolling his thrusts, giving you exactly what you want before you even have to ask for it.
"fuck baby, you know you feel too good--" he chokes out, feeling how your gripping him, pulsing around his girth. he grunts: "you were fucking made for me. so take it all."
Wanna sit on Sweet Gyu's face then lick off my juices and his saliva from his cheeks, then tease him till he cries and begs me to let him fuck me senseless *dies
Ps. I was the one who sent the anon about huening shoving our face into his bush and calling us cute. Was my first Ask so I was nervous about exposing myself but seeing ur response gave me butterflies and made me decide fuck it I'm gonna be the proud perv I am lmao.
ABSOLUTELY ADORED UR HYUKA ASK AND NO JUDGEMENT HERE 🙂↕️🙂↕️PERV RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!
beomgyu has such a ridable face n his personality just doubles it hes so ridiculous actually !!!!!!! and he’d lovveeeee you on his face more than anything, desperate as he forces u to properly sit and let urself fuck against his tongue, lolling out of his pretty mouth the second you start hovering
would be a fiend for u teasing him by sitting in his face w ur underwear on first … already eating u out through them and completely ruining them w his drool and he trails after ur clothed cunt w a pout when u pull off to finally take them off— he’s whining at the space for even just a second :<
but then u shut him up by sitting right back down, bare cunt practically soaking the entire bottom half of his face. the obscene smacks of his mouth as he practically makes out with ur pussy, button nose bumping ur clit as he fucks u w his tongue … encouraging u w his hands on ur thighs and ass to start grinding into him and he fucking loses his mind when u do … taking control and pulling his hair to direct him exactly where you need him
poor pup can’t help but rut into nothing, hips frantically jolting into the air as he grasps onto you and moans into you pathetically :(
and when u finally pull off, his lips and chin are glistening with ur cum, tears unshed in his lashline, hes just such a sight to see<3 absolutely shivers as u angle his face just to lick it all right off, before you shove your tongue in his mouth to give it all back …
can’t miss any, gotta swallow it all silly pup!!!!! :3c …
I just want Huening to shove my face into his bush while giggling and calling me cute *dies*
U r so REAL!!!!!!!!!! U GET ME!!!!!!!!! 🙂↕️🙂↕️
like imagine the first few times u guys get intimate; he’s a little bashful, a lot embarrassed as he stops ur hands at the waistband of his pants, murmuring shyly that he’s not exactly shaved or anything especially down there :3c
but he watches in real time the way ur expression changes, bordering on smth a little more desperate as ur pawing gets more frantic.
a meek ‘don’t care. let me see? please?’ falls from ur kiss-swollen lips and oh … oh! u … like that?
and ever the sweet boy, there’s not an ounce of judgement— just pure relief on his own end. a little excitement thrums under his skin with it, that something so simple, so natural to his body could get u like this.
so call him crazy for how he’ll pat ur head, push ur hair out of ur face as he pushes u down onto his cock. for how he’ll coo at u and say u just look so cute like this, gagging for it with tears clumping ur lashes together. for how he’ll grunt out how sweet u are to him, nose pressed into the hair at the base of his cock <3
and at first he doesn’t know if he understands the details or whatever else about it that gets u off— but u leave urself untouched w a razors edge and let him pull ur underwear down ur legs to get a taste and he’ll quickly learn it for himself< ^_^ >
bro can i get some BEOMGYU eating pussy up in here. completely depraved. pussy drunk. straight up nasty. wont stop. overstim u into the clouds
losing my mind btw y do u do this to me. hope any of this makes sense
Dazed brown eyes peeked up from between your thighs slick with arousal. His high was wearing off, but he’d quickly found another. Tongue dipping between your folds, teasing your entrance he slipped a finger into, he took the tip to your clit, swirling around the bud gently, with ease. Eyes focused on your face, how it contorted when he switched up the pace, when he fucked you with his tongue differently, when his long, knobby fingers twisted inside of you, prodding around, eager to find that spot— Beomgyu couldn’t stop.
It started with just a finger and his lips on yours, curiosity getting the better of him and his dick. The goal was to spread you open and fuck you full of his cum, but the moment his middle finger nudged your clit you made the most beautiful sound— a whimper, one soft, a whisper of pleasure. Your eyes fluttered shut, eyelashes fanning out over your cheeks, brows tipping up just the slightest in the center.
That was it.
Your jeans were on the floor in seconds. He folded you in half, his hands sliding up behind your knees to push them back, and he nudged your clit with the tip of his tongue like he had with his finger, and your back arched off the mattress.
Game over.
Parted lips made out with your pussy, tongue twisting, twirling, taking you for all you were worth, eating you out like a man starved. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes pointed, sometimes shut, he worked fast, pursed lips sucking at your clit, tongue gathering your arousal just before he pulled away to spread your folds with his thumbs to spit it back into your hole, he couldn’t stop.
You trembled, you writhed, you cried out his name, voice broken by the time he’d made you cum for the third time with just his tongue alone.
And now, with his fingers, sliding in another, fitting two, your pussy sucking him in, clenching around him. With kitten licks to your clit he felt your walls flutter, your body tensing, aftershocks of pleasure ripping through you.
You were the only thing occupying his brain, you, your slick pussy, your long, drawn out whines and whimpers begging him to never stop…
His lips glistened with you. He smelled of you. He tasted like you. All he wanted, you. He’d live between your legs if you’d let him, just please, please, please, whatever you do, don’t stop him.
to yeonjun, it’s a challenge, who’s gonna break first? you or him, who will beg for more, give in to raw desperation, the glint in his foxy eyes ‘cause even if you feel so good, he’s competitive, teasing you in a rasping voice, admit it, you want me to fuck you good, the type to draw out your begging, see how long you last before you break as he’s biting pretty hickeys into your neck, barely giving you 1% of the stimulation when you know he can fuck you senseless, gonna beg yet, baby? make you all teary cause you need it so bad, pussy drooling all over the sheets and sucking in the flushed tip of his cock with a lewd squelch,, hands restrained over your head so you can’t cheat by playing with yourself, it’s torture, isn’t it?
soobin’s obsessed with a slow morning fuck, he gets morning wood so easily and honestly, he might be the only one who really enjoys it, all sleepy and a bit turned on, burying his face in your hair and not wanting to leave the warm sheets, tip of his cock pushed into your pussy, he could sleep like this ‘cause it just feels so heavenly. the type to be so sensitive, though,, if you move a little he moans easily, caging you in with his arms so you’ll stay still, can’t leave at all… probably cockwarms with just the tip to make sure all his cum stays inside you from the night before. wake him up by riding him, god, soobin’s so obsessed with that, watching you sink down on his massive cock, so cute with a pout as you try to take all of him at once, hmm?
beomgyu’s a brat, he doesn’t even try. he’ll say it, ‘just the tip,’ but never means it, balls deep and full you the brim with his dick ‘cause he’s so impatient, sucker for quickies and sloppy fucks. come on, honey, just the tip, beomgyu groans, his head tilted to the side, hands already tugging at your shorts, what, you’re gonna interrupt his league game, get him all hard by humping his dick, and not let him fuck around a little? cock drooling precum when he pulls down his sweats, manspreading in his gaming chair, his chocolate brown eyes giving you that bratty stare. playfully thrusting up, dick rubbing against your pussy as you hover over him, just barely sinking down on the tip and beomgyu’s hands grab at your hips, pushing you down roughly, the sudden stretch making you whine. bulge in your tummy, barely a second before beomgyu’s dragging you over his cock like a warm n soft fleshlight, impatient as ever. think you can keep up?
taehyun thinks you could learn a lesson about patience, hmm? you told him you could handle it, needed his cock so badly, pleasepleaseplease just the tip? and now you’re whining and begging for more, trying to fuck yourself on his dick ‘cause he won’t give you more, thought you could make this quick, didn’t you beg for just the tip? soaked pussy wrapped ‘round the tip of his veiny cock and he won’t move, taehyun revels in watching you make a desperate mess of yourself, your fingernails digging into his forearms, giving him frustrated, needy eyes because you’re just dying to be fucked properly… learned the lesson yet?
huening kai’s the worst, lasts like 2 seconds ans he’s whining. please, just the tip, his broad chest pressed to your back and his heavy bulge pushing into the back of your thighs and ass, please, poor boy just gets so hard every time you cuddle he can’t help it. wants to “cockwarm,” but the second he pushes the tip in, kai’s so needy for more, big hands accidentally manhandling you to and thrusting in all the way, whimpering sorry ‘cause he couldn’t help himself, such a clumsy, big, sweet boy who’s obsessed with your pussy n the way it feels, but you love it, don’t you? sloppy, messy thrusts that fill you up so full, the heavy drag of his cock stretching your folds open, oh, kai’s gonna cum so quickly, isn’t he?
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