screw it, i have matsukawa’s giant c*ck on the brain, so here goes nothin’. it’s better than thinking about my car struggles.
minors please don’t read this. you know the drill.
um warnings no? slight size kink i suppose?
matsukawa issei who very well knows he can be a lot to handle. matsukawa who knows his dick is bigger than the average and who can be equally as gentle as he is big. He may be into some freaky shit, but he very well knows how far he can and cannot take it. and he never crosses that line
as he press into you, he traces soothing patterns on your skin, and mumbles to you that you’re doing well. that you’re okay, you’re here, you’re doing perfect for him. he goes slow, stretching you wide, and even after he patiently worked you open, you still feel so overwhelmingly full, that you hardly even remember where you are. in his bed. that’s where you are. on your back, and him between your wide spread legs.
not only is he gentle. issei also very much enjoys a lazy fuck. after letting you adjust to the sheer length and girth for just a moment, he pulls back slow. every last part of his dick drags over your insides, making you squirm. he pulls out until only the tip is still inside, before plunging back inside. a steady pace as he rolls his hips into you.
“relax baby,” he tells you and places a kiss at your temple, but your legs shake and you grip at his back from the stimulation of being this stuffed. your nails digging into his skin drags a groan from his lips. you try your best for him but the slow pace and his size alone has you trembling. yes. squirming. he grabs hold of your hip to hold you in place as he keeps fucking into you. the other hand interlacing his fingers with yours.
he lifts himself off of you, straightening his back, so he can watch the way his cock disappears into your warm and tight hole. still holding you hand, he’ll guide your fingers to play with your clit, as he grabs harder at your hips and relentlessly grinds into you. with your fingers moving in circles and his deep lazy thrusts, he drags a mewl after moan after pant after sigh out of you. all of which spurs him on further.
his pace picks up. it grows frantic. desperate. the entire scenery of your pussy engulfing his cock so prettily, the sweet little sounds that you let out driving him crazy, until he’s slapping against you with force that has you whining for him to give you more. and he does. hoisting your legs up and folding you at the middle. he goes even deeper. he goes harder. your eyes roll back and your mouth goes slack. a groan escapes him as your pussy stutters and clamps down on his cock. eating him up, urging him to release. the pure animalistic desperation takes over and his pace gets sloppy. he thrusts once, twice. grinds himself against you and pants out a “fuck”, as he paints your inside, cumming hard.
