I wanted to try a bit of blueberry expansion. So this is the warning before you dive in. It is more focused on male blueberry expansion. I may do a female blueberry expansion at some point in the future. This kinda took me three days to write. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!
So, I recently picked up these off brand blueberry gushers and brought a pack to work. I don't know how anybody else eats gushers but I open the entire pack and dump them into my mouth. This time was no different. The first bite down I could feel the rush of juice escaping the candies and coating the inside of my mouth. A couple more bites and my mouth is filled with the delicious blueberry juice. I savor the flavor for a moment before swallowing.
It seems I really liked this brand because I could feel my mouth still salivating, wanting more. My saliva mixes with the remnants of the candy and mixes to create more of the blueberry juice that I am now practically drinking. With this much juice, I'm certain my tongue is stained blue by now. I pull out my phone to check. My tongue is indeed blue! But also, so are my lips and my cheeks have taken on a blue hue as well. I'm thinking this is strange but I put away my phone anyway and get back to work.
As I try to finish and fully get the taste of blueberry out of my mouth, I notice that it was actually a lot more filling than I thought it would be. I feel full. I could also feel some sloshing like if I drank a really big glass of water. Correction, I don't just feel full now, I kinda feel bloated. I move a hand to my belly which now feels rounder. Distending further than it ever has before, it makes my button up shirt look snug against my body now.
Not sure if it was my imagination but I thought I could feel my belly still filling up. Growing with each passing second, I look down to see the buttons on my shirt now straining. The one day I don't wear an undershirt, I also notice my belly through the gaps in the buttons. My belly has turned blue! I can feel my shirt as tight as possible pressing against my belly, I couldn't button it back up if it came undone now.
With my shirt at its max stretch and tighter than anything I've ever felt, the sloshing filling sounds and feel in my gut begins to die down. Instead, it feels like the liquid within me starts rushing in all directions of my body. Physics dictates it rushes downwards before upwards. It’s a strange sensation as if my body has become a water balloon and a hose with the rushing and filling of juice taking up every available bit of space it can.
My waist quickly expands until my belt creaks and strains under the pressure. I have no choice but to recline back in my office chair. My ass swells making my normally modest dress pants look like yoga pants. I attempt to undo my belt but the tightness between my waist and ass make it impossible for me to undo. My thighs became thick enough that I could hear the fabric of my pant legs struggle and individual strands slowly give. My calves follow suit and with all this pressure and tightness in my pants, I find it near impossible to keep my knees bent. My dress shoes slip off as the building pressure can no longer contain them.
Almost simultaneously, my arms and chest swell up to take up any remaining room the top of my shirt had. I notice that my hands have turned completely blue and I’m almost certain the rest of my body was as blue as my hands. My neck swells up over my collar as I feel my face become more round. I was now stuck in my chair as my body attempted to fill up more and battle against the clothes now digging into my skin as hard as they could.
The first thing to give is the seams on my pants. Specifically the seams along my inner thigh begin to tear and up and down as my thighs thicken without restriction. Within moments my pants have completely torn away, only clinging to my body because of my belt which feels and looks like it’s disappearing beneath my expanding stomach and waist.
With my pants gone and the freedom to grow from the waist down now unobstructed, I could feel that I’ve popped a boner. The juice now having another avenue begins to swell up my dick, making it thicker and longer. My balls begin to feel like they are churning as they swell up to the size of kiwis and beyond. Looking down at my dick now raised high like a blue flagpole, thick as a forearm, I see dribbles of white cum begin leaking out. The white became replaced with dark blue juice not long after. The sensation as juice left my penis was akin to orgasms. It felt thick and every nerve fired off pleasure pulses throughout my body as each drop of liquid flowed out of my dick in a stream.
I’m normally able to be pretty silent but this ordeal is making it very hard to not moan out. This is especially true as the buttons on my shirt begin to give out. With a ping as the button flies away, my gut surges out to fill the now available space. At the same time the stream of leakage stops to allow my belly to expand before starting back up with its orgasmic pleasure. As button number 2 gives way, I can’t help but let out a light gasp. Button number 3 forces a small pleased sound to escape my lips. Button number 4 is another gasp followed by a low moan. By the time button 5 gives way, I’m moaning loud enough for my cubicle neighbors to hear. The last fastened button, number 6, gives way and I’m certain my section could hear me. It’s hard to see but I think a crowd started forming outside my cube. I can’t hear their voices over my own and the sloshing within me.
I’m sure I’d be blushing bright red from all this attention if I wasn’t already a deep blue. My office chair suddenly gives out from underneath me. Falling to the ground lets out a more forceful stream from my dick, coating at least my upper body as well as anyone who was too close and didn’t get out of the way in time. The sudden impact also forces the sleeves on my shirt to tear off and allow my arms to swell without restraint. My now very rounded legs feel like might have stopped swelling as they have probably reached maximum size at this point. The feel like they are small yoga balls pressed against each other while also pressed against my desk.
A moment later there was a loud snap, it seems my belt finally gave up. Now completely unrestrained, my waist swells up. Faster and faster it catches up with my belly, rounding my out into one giant ball. I can feel myself row pressing against the walls of my cubicle. I am most certainly stuck as my body reaches peak blueberry roundness. The only thing not conforming to the blueberry shape was my cock. It remained rather phallic shaped although thicker and longer than what should be normal. I swear it feels as thick as the average thigh and from my vantage it looks like it almost reaches the ceiling. My extremely sloshy balls are resting on my desk. They feel as large and heavy as a medicine ball.
With my body fully rounded out now, the active growth begins to fade. A more noticeable indication is that I’m no longer leaking blueberry juice in a stream but it has returned to a dribble and a squirt here and there from my body pressing against my cube. I can now feel as other people's hands touch my body. They are definitely as amazed as I am that such a thing happened. Each touch sends a pleasurable shudder throughout me. I think I even see a coworker or two taste some of my juice. A manager finally breaks up the crowd and sends everyone back to work. I get some reassurance that help is on the way and that I’ll be taken care of. I guess he means juiced but I won’t know until later as he walks away as well.
I hope the juicing team shows up soon or else I think some of my friends are going to take care of me themselves. Honestly, my friends are going to be way more fun about this than any professional juicing team. Anyways, I guess I’ll take a nap now while I await any help. Who knew swelling and cumming so much was exhausting work.
I want it to be humiliating when I turn into a berry. People will give me weird looks and stare as I turn blue, making me confused and uncomfortable but I'm too stupid to notice until my stomach starts to blow up. It'll start as a small potbelly and I'll grow flustered and try to hide it. But then I realize it's not just my stomach but my sides and back filling out too. My clothes grow tight around me and my shirt pulls up to show my blue belly. I'll start panicking and I'll try and push it down but it doesn't stop - I'll just feel the gurgle of juice under my skin. Now people will stop and circle around me, talking about how big I'm getting, asking if it's an allergic reaction or if it's something contagious, that I look like a balloon, that I'm putting on an act. They'll pull out their phones and record me. My clothes burst open as I'm forced to spread my thickening arms and legs, my body one big round ball and still growing. My crotch will sink between my knees and my sides will lift up and out until my limbs are sucked into my belly. My blubbers for help will become muffled as my neck disappears into a divot where my chin hits my chest and my round cheeks fill in the space until there's no gap. I can't turn my head anymore - I'll be forced to stare forward into the watching crowd as I feel myself expand even bigger. My hands bounce off my sides as my arms are swallowed to the wrists and my crotch finally presses against the floor. More pressure and then my feet lift off and I'm wobbling balanced on my crotch.
The swelling will have stopped but the humiliation won't be over. I'll be perfectly round, as wide as I am tall, and completely immobile. People will poke and pat me all over and push me into a roll. They can do whatever they want with me: make me their ball for a game, or squeeze the juice out of me, or climb on top of me like I'm a circus ball to walk on, or try to breed me. They can see if they can squeeze me through a doorway and get me stuck. I can't stop them and I don't want to even if I could.
I never understood how people get the triplets confused with one another. I mean, if you pay attention, there are so many tells for who’s who. I’m not talking hairstyles, or piercings, or tattoos… or any of the artificial stuff that differentiates them from each other. It’s the real stuff that’s always given it away for me — the natural, physical variations.
I’ve always looked at the boys’ bellybuttons. Even before they got pregnant… before the differences were obvious… their bellybuttons were always slightly different. Nick’s is wider and deeper than his brothers’… Matt’s is more open, with more exposed folds… and Chris’s is smaller and more shallow. Anytime I was confused, and didn’t know who I was talking to, I’d just lift up their shirts… and that would make it obvious.
As weird as it may be, you get pretty familiar with small details like that when you know someone… and I’m happy to say that I’m one of the people who’s been in the triplets’ lives since before all of this pregnancy buzz — before all of their bellybuttons popped out and made the differences I’ve always known obvious to the rest of the world.
Trans man who got pregnant on accident. Is nine months, starting to have serious contractions, knows he's going into labor. So he goes into the bathroom to get himself presentable, how a lot of people who are going into labor gradually do.
He shaves his beard and moustache. Not off, just to make sure he looks sharp and sexy and masculine as he gives birth. Giving himself a once over. If it wasn't for his belly, swollen chest, wide hips, he'd look good as hell right now.
Part of him wants to dress nice, but he's not crazy. Back to the old standbys, sweat pants and sweater, to keep his belly shapeless, make space for every way his body has changed.
He's in the waiting room, other expecting dads asking how long his wife has been in labor. Ask if he's excited for the baby. He just looks so sharp and collected, so masculine, they don't even notice how his leg bounces when his belly squeezes down. They don't recognize why he closes his eyes, breathing slowly and deeply the way their wives/girlfriends were doing not long ago. Talking with him about The Game, anything to kill time while their partners are in the delivery room, not getting why this dude keeps going a bit pale whenever an agonized scream comes from the ward.
I can't imagine being a doctor attending that man's birth. How do you not get insanely turned on, this guy in front of you, naked, masculine as he squats deep, a growl rumbling in his chest as he pushes. How do you not ache with the stunning sexiness of what you're seeing, mouth watering as he pushes hard with a head bulging his pussy, his dripping wet T-dick over the crowning head...
Part II: Incident Report – Subject 14 (USN-64-089)
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Classification: Top Secret / Project AEGIS-M
Date of Document: August 14, 1964
Location: Unspecified Sub-Level Facility, Bethesda Naval Medical Center
Subject: Petty Officer 3rd Class, Age 24 (U.S. Navy)
Case Background
Subject 14 was intercepted during a deployment in the North Atlantic after reporting to the ship’s medic with symptoms originally misdiagnosed as an advanced, atypical abdominal tumor accompanied by acute lower-GI hemorrhaging. Upon transfer to a secure facility, palpation and emergency radiographic imaging revealed a fully gestating, 36-week fetus nestled within a secondary, retroperitoneal uterine structure.
The objective of the medical directorate was to determine if this was a spontaneous mutation, a chemical byproduct, or a biological weapon threat. The following is the raw audio transcript recorded during the active labor phase.
Transcribed Audio Log: Delivery Room 4-B
** Dr. Vance (Lead Surgeon):** ...Utero-rectal contractions are narrowing to ninety-second intervals. The external sphincter is resisting the descent. I am moving in for manual dilation. Collins, secure his legs.
** Subject 14:** (Loud, ragged screaming) Ahhhhh! No, stop! Stop, it’s burning! God, it’s tearing me open!
** Dr. Vance:** (Stern, booming voice) Quiet down, Petty Officer! Cut the noise right now! This is a classified military operation, not a civilian ward, and I will not have you screaming like a raw recruit. You are hyperventilating and ruining your respiratory efficiency. Breathe through your nose and lock it in!
** Subject 14:** (Choking back a sob, heavy shuddering breaths) Yes, sir... yes, sir... but it feels...
** Dr. Vance:** Listen to me. The internal pathway is expanding, but the anatomy is narrow. I am applying manual lateral dilation to the external ring to ease the passage. It is going to stretch, and it is going to hurt. Now, free his right hand. Petty Officer, bring your right hand down here. Work with me. Use your fingers to assist the dilation. Keep the canal open.
** Subject 14:** (Deep, guttural groan of intense strain) Ohhhhh... gasp... I’m trying... I’m holding it open...
** Dr. Vance:** Your left hand stays clamped on your upper abdomen. Press down on the fundus to brace the internal sac. Push with the contraction, not against it. Do you understand your orders?
** Subject 14:** (Screaming through grit teeth) Yes, sir! Uhhhhh—
** Dr. Vance:** Push! Don't waste your breath screaming, channel it into the lower pelvic floor! Push!
[RECORDING INTERRUPTED – TAPE REEL CHANGE – 18 MINUTES OMITTED]
** Dr. Vance:** ...re-engaging audio. The fetal scalp is now visibly presenting. The dilation is holding at maximum capacity.
** Subject 14:** (Continuous, high-pitched agonizing strain, muscles visibly trembling) It’s stuck... it’s stuck... it’s too big...
** Dr. Vance:** Don't you dare start panicking now, Petty Officer! Look at me! The head is crowning. The heaviest resistance is right now. If you lose focus, the tissue will collapse and crush the specimen's cranium.
** Nurse Collins:** Doctor, the cranial diameter is breaking through the rectal shelf. The pressure on the perineal floor is extreme.
** Subject 14:** (A long, breaking shriek that distorts the microphone) AGIHHHH! It’s out—it’s coming out!
** Dr. Vance:** Keep your right hand there! Do not let go of the posterior rim! Support the crown with your fingers while I ease the forehead past the sphincter. Steady... steady... Push one more time! Give me everything you’ve got!
** Subject 14:** (A deep, breathless, animalistic grunt of maximum physical effort, followed by sudden, sharp gasping)
** Dr. Vance:** The head is entirely clear. External rotation is beginning. Tissue elasticity has held without structural failure. Collins, prepare the suction and the sterile receiving kit immediately.
Post-Natal Involution and Isolation – Subject 14 (USN-64-089)
1. Physiological Involution and Reversal
Following the events of August 14, Subject 14 was placed into a chemically induced state of metabolic deceleration to monitor the structural collapse of the secondary reproductive system. The speed of his internal recovery bypassed all standard medical predictions.
Anastomosis Closure: Within 96 hours post-delivery, the utero-rectal fistula began an aggressive process of muscular involution. The smooth muscle fibers that had expanded to accommodate parturition contracted rapidly, effectively sealing the corridor between the lower rectum and the retroperitoneal cavity. No surgical closure was required; the body autonomously locked down the pathway.
Structural Healing: Micro-scans of the anal canal showed zero permanent scarring or incontinence. The hypertrophic stretching observed during labor left no trace, proving the tissue possessed a high-velocity cellular regeneration capability specifically adapted for this reproductive cycle.
2. Status of Specimen 14-A (The Infant)
The product of the gestation, designated Specimen 14-A (Male, 3.4 kg at birth), remains under continuous evaluation in a sterile, low-stimulus environment.
Karyotype Analysis: Preliminary chromosomal testing indicates a completely standard human set of 46 chromosomes (XY), with no visible structural anomalies or zniekształceń wywołanych (deformations) induced by external pathogens or radiation.
Serological Compatibility: Cross-matching blood types and advanced analysis of antigens (ABO, Rh, and MN blood group systems) confirmed full hematological compatibility with Subject 14 as the biological parent. However, the source of the second cellular component required for conception remains an unresolved enigma. The subject has consistently refused to provide any names or details regarding sexual contacts prior to his deployment.
Development: Specimen 14-A exhibits advanced motor skills for its age bracket, alongside highly elevated levels of the same unique endocrine markers found in the father. It is the directive of the Board that the specimen be raised entirely within the Facility-7 nursery network for long-term evolutionary tracking.
3. Institutional Security Measures ("The Wipe")
To ensure absolute containment of Project AEGIS-M, the following counter-intelligence protocols were executed between August 20 and September 5, 1964:
Erasure of Identity: All personnel files, naval enlistment records, and medical/dental charts belonging to the subject were permanently incinerated. His birth certificate in state archives was replaced with a standard mortality record indicating a fatal training accident at sea.
Containment of Witnesses: The ship’s medic from the North Atlantic deployment who initially logged the "abdominal tumor" was reassigned to an isolated weather station in the Aleutian Islands under a lifetime non-disclosure directive under threat of court-martial.
Current Asset Status: Subject 14 has adjusted to residency within the New Mexico compound. While his physical health has completely restored to pre-pregnancy military standards, he exhibits symptoms of deep psychological detachment and apathy. He is permitted supervised movement within the sub-level laboratories, but remains permanently barred from any contact with Specimen 14-A or the outside world.
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Remy couldn’t look away.
Silas lay on his back with his legs spread wide, his huge, tight belly glistening with sweat. Droplets ran down his hairy chest and over the curve of his stomach. His face was twisted in effort, breathing hard through parted lips.
Remy leaned over him, one hand gripping Silas’s thigh, the other gently stroking the side of his swollen belly. The younger man’s eyes stayed fixed downward — locked on what was happening between Silas’s spread legs.
Silas’s hole was already stretched wide, red and shiny. With every push, the dark, wet crown of their baby’s head slowly emerged, forcing him open even more.
“Fuck… I’m watching,” Remy whispered, voice low and shaky. “Silas… I’m watching our son coming out of your ass…”
Silas groaned loudly, fingers clutching the sheets. Another contraction rolled through him and the baby’s head pushed forward a little more, the skin around his hole stretching tight and pale.
“Remy… it hurts…” Silas gasped, but there was something else in his voice — something hot and desperate.
Remy swallowed hard. His cock was throbbing. He couldn’t stop staring at how Silas’s hole was opening around their child’s head, how the skin strained with every push. It was the most intimate and arousing thing he had ever seen.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this…” Remy breathed, leaning in closer until his face hovered just above Silas’s belly. “Push for me, baby… I want to see the whole head come out of your hole.”
Silas let out a low, guttural sound and bore down hard. The baby’s head slid further out, forehead and nose now visible.
Remy watched everything with wide eyes, one hand still gripping Silas’s thigh, the other slowly tightening as if he wanted to help pull their son into the world.
“Yeah… just like that…” he whispered. “Give birth for me, daddy…”
Let me hit you from behind while you grow. Leaning over for me. I'm pulling on your hips to slam myself into you over and over again. Feeling your hips grow wider in my arms. Feeling you swelling around my cock. It is progressively getting harder for you to hold your bent over pose as the juice tries to fill your legs.
They eventually give out, springing out, splayed behind you as you land onto your growing belly. I don't miss a beat as my arms are now wrapped around your widening legs. Smacking into you harder and faster.
I slowly get pushed back with your swelling crotch. You eventually round out, but I'm not stopping. I refuse to stop. You are now my blueberry and I will use you for as long as I want~
"And here's me relaxed." Weighing in just above 185, and this is Lud at his fittest. Just see the basketball thumbnail for a more recent photo.
Wonder how much he'll bulk up in China for Tip2Tip2.
WARNING: SMUT 18+, Dom!Kirby, Sub!Reader, Fingering (R Receiving), Oral Sex (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mentions of Murders and Police Investigation
PREFACE: Reader is Kirby's fiancé and an old friend of Sam's from when she worked with her at the bowling alley in Modesto. Once she found out about the Ghostface attacks in New York, she had to go and make sure Sam and Tara were okay
A/N: Texts are Colored and in Bold!
Flashbacks in Italics!
She is my newest hyper fixation, so, enjoy <3
"Sam?", I call out,
Making her turn towards me. Once I made sure it was actually her, my shoulders' finally drop in relief.
"Oh my god", I whisper to myself,
Before walking up and pulling her into a hug.
"I was so worried. We practically sped all the way here"
"You didn't need to come all this way", she says
"Are you kidding me? Once I heard about the case from my fiancé, I just packed a bag and hopped in her car", I reassured,
Pulling away, as she sighs.
"You're my friend, Sam. I had to make sure you were okay"
She smiles and looks down at her feet.
"Thank you"
"Don't mention it"
Just then, her eyebrows raise in confusion whilst looking back up at me.
"Wait...fiancé?"
That's when I realized I never got to tell her.
"I guess life's gotten away from me. Yeah, I'm getting married"
"No fucking way"
I couldn't help, but laugh at her surprised expression.
"To who?!"
"Well-"
"Baby!", a familiar voice calls out,
We both look behind us and there she was. Despite being together for years, she never failed to make my heart skip a beat.
Kirby and I met when I moved to Atlanta in pursuit of a better job than the one I had in Modesto. I was at the grocery store, checking out the ingredients I was gonna use for dinner, when the cashier swiped my card.
"Sorry, ma'am, but this card was declined", she let me know,
"Oh, um, could you try it again?"
"Of course"
She tries the card once more and sure enough, we ran into the same problem.
"It's still declined"
"I got it", a woman answered,
I turn around and it felt like I got the wind knocked out of me. There weren't enough words to describe just how beautiful she was. From the greens and blues in her eyes to the rosy pink lips and soft blonde hair...she was something straight out of a movie.
I eventually snap out of the lavender haze that was consuming me with each passing moment and go to stop her.
"Oh no, please, I couldn't-"
"I insist", she interrupts,
Swiping her own card. Not only was she breathtaking, but her heart was just as perfect. I smile to myself and take my now-bagged groceries. We made our way outside to the parking lot and she walks me to my car.
"I'm (Y/N), by the way", I introduce shyly,
"Kirby", she grinned,
"Is there anyway I could repay you?"
"Well...you could take my number, as a thank you"
I let out a laugh, before realizing she was being serious.
"Oh! Um, sure", I reply,
Getting my phone out. She takes it and starts putting in her number. Was this really happening? If this was all just a dream and I wake up right now, I'll be so pissed. Once we had each other’s contacts saved, I slid my phone back into my pocket.
"Maybe next time, you'll forget your wallet at a gas station and I can ask you out for dinner", she jokes,
Handing me back my phone.
Her sense of humor was only one of the many things that made me fall for her. We spent the next few months just flirting and getting to know each other. We would meet for dinners, coffee and even horror movie marathons at each other's houses.
One habit I picked up since I met her was looking forward to the sweet little morning texts she'd send me.
Kirby<3: Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well
And every time, without fail, I would squeal into my pillow like a child.
Me: Good morning! I did, hope you did too. Are we still on for binging the Conjuring movies?
Kirby<3: Are you kidding?
Just then she sends me a photo of the snacks, drinks and an infinite amount of candy.
Kirby<3: I've got them all in chronological order! I'm just waiting for you to bring your fine ass over here
It didn't take long for us to become official.
It happened one night, after one of our little rendezvous. There we were. Laying in her bed, sweaty and out of breath. Our limbs tangled together, holding me tight against her bare skin.
"You are amazing", I exhale,
As I attempted to catch my breath.
"I know", she joked,
Pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder and causing a soft chuckle to escape me.
"You know what I've been thinking about?", she questioned,
"Hm?"
"...How much I love you"
It was as if time came to a screeching halt, the moment those words left her lips. Afraid that this was all just a figment of my imagination, I hesitantly turn to face her.
"What?"
Maybe I was just hearing things. She laughs and gently caresses the apple of my cheek, like I was a piece of glass she was too scared to break.
"I love you, (Y/N)", she repeats,
Leaning in to kiss me once more. Little did I know that this night was the beginning of the rest of our lives together.
When Sam realized who it was walking towards us, her jaw drops in shock.
"Kirby?”
“Surprise!”, she greeted,
Putting an arm around the small of my waist, before I turn my head to meet her kiss.
“Wait, when did this happen?”, she questioned,
“About six months ago”, Kirby answered,
As I smiled at her.
“I’m so happy for you guys, really. It’s so good to see you again”
“It’s good to see you, too…I mean…better circumstances would’ve been nicer, but-”
Samantha tilts her head and shrugs in agreement.
"How are you and Tara holding up?", I asked,
"Holding up", she replied,
Looking back at her sister and friends.
"A friend of mine who works at the Plaza booked you guys a suite. You'll have extra security there", Kirby informs,
"Kirby-", Sam goes to argue
"Don't bother saying no", I interrupt,
Knowing Kirby wouldn't let Sam and the rest to fend for themselves out here.
"This is your safety, Samantha. You shouldn't risk it, especially with that psycho's targets on your backs", she explained,
Gesturing to her sister and friends, who were now approaching us.
"Kirby, this Mindy and Chad. Their friends of ours from Woodsboro", Sam introduced,
"Great, even more people to add to our suspect list", the young woman replied,
"I'm sorry?", I asked,
Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.
"Well, this whole thing is obviously someone staging another stab movie, so...that makes you two the newest characters to look out for", she explained,
Before I could question any further, Kirby decided to reply instead.
"She's right"
"What?", I turn to my fiancé,
"That's a fair observation. Good to know we have another horror movie fan in our midst, could never have too many", she reassured,
I shake my head playfully. After making sure everyone was okay, the car we ordered to take them to the plaza shows up.
"That's your ride. Sam, you have our numbers"
She nods.
"Just let us know when you make it there safe. The Airbnb we're staying at is right across the street, if you need anything", I bid goodbye,
"Thank you", she smiles,
Before following her friends into the car.
~
Later that evening, we got back to the apartment after Kirby was done doing whatever else she needed to do at the at the police station.
"I am beat", she exhales,
Flopping onto the couch.
"You're telling me", I replied,
Joining her and laying against her chest, as she held me close to kiss the top of my head.
"I can't believe we're actually getting married"
"Yeah", I chuckle,
Kissing the forearms that were wrapped around me. We spend a few moments laying in the comforting silence, when she decided to speak once more.
"How tired are you?"
"A little tired", I turn to face her,
"What's up?"
That's when I notice the smirk on her face and immediately knew why she asked.
"Oh"
She giggles, before leaning in to kiss me. Despite how many we've shared, each kiss was only more exciting than the last. I flip onto my front and straddle the expanse of her thighs. Her hands making their way up my hips and settling around my waist to hold me where she wanted.
Her lips eventually trail past my cheeks and down to my neck. Marking my skin with one hickey after the other.
She slightly pulls away, while her fingers tug at the bottom of my shirt, almost as if to ask if she could take it off. The day I say no to that question was the day I'd officially lost my mind.
I nod and she pulls it off over my head, leaving me in just a black bralette.
“Good fucking god”, she praised,
Causing a delicious chill to run up my spine. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she reaches behind me and undoes my bra, before letting it fall down my arms. My top half was now left completely exposed to the draft in the apartment, which was made apparent by my buds immediately hardening at the cool air.
She pulls me in closer and wraps her lips around one, while the fingers on her free hand began to pinch and roll the other. There was no stopping the onslaught of whines and pleading moans that were escaping me.
I lean into her touch, as each hum she made against me caused vibrations to travel down to my core, only causing me to grow wetter and needier for what she had planned next. My hips began to grind against hers, granting me some kind of friction to alleviate the growing ache between my legs.
"How long has it been?", she mumbled against my breast,
"Too long", I exhale,
Getting back on my feet, allowing her to unbutton my jeans and drag it down to my ankles. I hastily step out of them, before straddling her once more.
She then lays me down and her lips make their way down my chest and stomach, till she was finally where I needed her. Her fingers wrap around the waistband of my underwear and slides them off of me, prior to being thrown across the room.
She parts my legs and takes a moment to admire the mess she was making out of me.
"So fucking good", she whispered,
Before nipping at my inner thighs and making them tighten around her head, to which she throws them over her shoulders and pulls me in even closer. Finally having had enough with teasing me, she dives right in. Her tongue licking up all of the arousal, as I gasp at the contact.
"Mmm, my sweet girl", she hums,
Sucking at my clit. She knew just what to do to drive me up the wall and have me begging for more.
Kirby always went on and on about the way I tasted. She said that if she had it her way, my legs would be over her shoulders all day long.
I could be do anything, like washing the dishes and she would just turn me around, get on her knees, spread mine apart and just dive right in. Once she'd gotten her fix, she would just get back up, kiss me and move on like she didn't just have me screaming and shaking.
Her fingers start rubbing up and down my slit, only adding onto the pleasure that was already consuming me.
She finally slips her digits into me and they immediately press against my g-spot. A gasp fleeing out of me as a result. It didn't take long, before she picked up momentum and was ramming into me faster and harder.
"Fuck, yes!", I whined,
Grabbing onto her golden locks for dear life.
She didn't let up once.
"You taste so fucking good", she cooed,
Swallowing me whole like I was the last thing she would ever have again. The familiar knot in my stomach threatening to snap at any moment.
"Don't stop!", I cry out,
"Don't plan on it", she teased,
Before continuing her ministrations on me. Her fingers repeatedly hitting my sweet spot every time she plunged into me, as my walls clenched around them like a vice. I knew it was only a matter of time before I-
"You're close, aren't you? Be good for me, baby, let me fucking have it"
That was all I needed to hear. I came with a screaming moan and let myself go all over her welcoming mouth. Once she was done swallowing the mess I made, she licked me up clean, causing a whine to escape me from the overstimulation. I was always so sensitive and she knew that. So it came as no surprise to me, when she giggled at my reaction.
Finally coming up for air, Kirby then pressed her swollen lips against mine.
"Can you taste yourself?", she mumbled with a smirk,
I nod and she pulls away.
"Think you can handle one more?", she questioned,
"I brought your favorite toy", she added,
Rubbing circles onto my sides with her thumbs. How on earth could I say no to that? I nod, still trying to catch my breath from the orgasm that I just had.
"I need to hear you say it, baby", she says,
"Yes, please", I shyly answer,
She chuckles and leaves me with a kiss to the cheek, before hurrying off towards the bedroom. She then comes back with the strap and places it on the edge of the couch.
I got back on my feet and helped her out of her clothes, as we continued making out. I get her top, pants, bra and thong off and no matter how many times I've seen her naked, I was always left speechless at how beautiful she was. Every dip and curve making my mouth water from how badly I needed her.
"Just to let you know, a picture would last longer", she teased,
"Oh, shut up"
She laughs, stepping into the harness, as I helped secure her into it. I lay back down and she gets in between my legs, wrapping them around her waist. She grabs the base and drags the tip up and down my slit, causing my hips to buck up against hers.
"Someone's excited", she exhaled against my ear,
Dragging her tongue against the tender point behind it.
Finally having had enough with the torture, she pushes the toy into me in one swift thrust. A surprised gasp escaping me as a result.
She began pounding into my needy cunt with such need, it felt like the couch was squeaking against the floor.
"God, you're tight", she mumbled,
Struggling against the firm grip I had on the toy, whilst burying her face in my neck, littering my skin with hickeys and bite marks.
The climax I hit not too long ago still rendered me sensitive, so, I was already on the verge of having another orgasm, only this one was growing more intense than the last one due to me being overstimulated.
By this time, the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat. The sounds of my pathetic cries and our skins slapping against each other echoing throughout the halls.
I wouldn't have been surprised if we got a noise complaint by tomorrow morning.
"Does that feel good, baby? Did you miss this as much as I did?", she groans,
Ramming even harder and faster into g-spot.
"Yes! I'm so fucking close!", I scream between my moans,
"Do it for me. Cum"
The knot in my stomach snaps and comes undone, as I cried out one final time.
My body immediately goes limp, allowing Kirby to gently pull out, causing me to whine at the sudden emptiness. She always made me feel so deliciously full.
Once she rids herself of the toy, she scooped me up into her arms and lays me on top of her bare chest, before grabbing the blanket to shield us against the apartment's cool draft.
"That was...wow", I exhale.
My mind still reeling from the euphoric state it was just consumed by. She chuckles and kisses the top of my head.
"God, I love you", she says,
"I love you too", I replied,
Looking back up at her in awe. She leans down and presses another one of her kisses to my eager lips.
"So sweet", she smiles.
Let's just say I spent the rest of the night returning the favor.
WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining
PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual
A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife
As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.
"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,
Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.
"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,
Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,
Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.
"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,
To which a return the favor with a middle finger.
"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,
Watching me walk away.
"Completely uninterested in your existence"
"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,
Unashamed of his delusion.
I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.
"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,
I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.
I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.
"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,
I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.
"Hi"
"Hi", she greeted sweetly,
I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.
"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,
"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"
"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,
Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.
"Thanks"
"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"
I hesitate for a moment.
"Well-"
"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"
"No!"
My suddeness catching her off-guard.
"I mean, I don't...have to study"
She raises her eyebrows at me.
"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"
"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,
Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.
"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"
"Yes", I replied,
Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.
"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,
Walking off.
Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.
~
The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.
Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.
Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.
Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-
"(Y/N)!"
Fuck, too late.
I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.
"Come on", she says over the loud music,
I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.
"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,
As I took a seat next to her.
"Of course not", I replied,
Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.
"You look really good", she says,
Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.
"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,
It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.
"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,
"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,
Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.
We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.
"Okay okay"
"Hm?"
"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,
Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.
"Sorry!", I exclaimed,
Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.
"It's okay, you're just really funny"
She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.
"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,
Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.
"Ignore them"
I smile and discard of the used napkin.
"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,
"Sure"
We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.
"Want some?"
"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"
That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.
"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,
Pouring herself a new glass.
"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,
I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-
"(Y/N)?"
Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,
Leaning closer towards me.
"Nothing", I say,
She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.
"Are you sure?", she pressed on,
Taking my hand in hers.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.
Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.
It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.
Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.
"Finally", she whispered,
Making me chuckle to myself.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,
Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.
"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"
I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.
The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.
"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."
She gives me a worried expression.
"I've never...like..."
That's when it hit her.
"You're a virgin", she relaxes,
I nod shyly.
"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,
"No, I am!", I say,
"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,
She cups my face.
"Do you want me to show you?"
I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.
"Yes...please", I pleaded,
"Okay", she smiles,
Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.
I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.
"God, you really are perfect", she praised,
As I grinned in excitement.
I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.
"Don't do that", she says,
Gently moving my head to face her.
"You don't have to hide anything from me"
She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.
Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.
Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.
"So good for me", she mumbled,
Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.
"Can I?", she questioned,
As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.
"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,
The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.
"Yes", I answer,
Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.
I could already feel my knees going weak.
"You taste so good", she praises.
Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.
Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.
"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,
Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.
That was all she needed to hear.
She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.
It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.
"Come here", she says,
Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.
"K-Kirby"
"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.
It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.
I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.
"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,
Making me giggle against her.
"Hey"
"Mm?"
"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"
"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,
About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.
"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,
"But for now, I was thinking..."
She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.
"Is that-"
"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,
Taking the strap on out.
"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"
I bite back a smile and look back up at her.
"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"
"I am", I cut off,
"I trust you"
She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.
"But...", I pull away,
"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,
Making her laugh to herself.
I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.
She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.
"What?"
"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.
She smiles and takes my hand.
"That makes the two of us", she smiles,
Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.
"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"
"I won't", I promised,
"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"
"I know. I trust you"
"Okay", she says,
Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.
She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.
"Don't do that", she whispers,
Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.
"It'll make it hurt", she warns,
"Deep slow breathes, baby"
I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.
"There she is", she praised.
She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.
Once I was ready for more, I let her know.
"Y-You can move", I whine.
She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.
Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.
"So needy", she teased,
Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.
With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.
As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.
She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.
"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"
Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.
She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.
"Shhh", she comforted,
Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.
It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.
It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.
"Think you could spend the night?"
"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,
"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,
Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.
"What did you say?"
"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,
"No no no no no, you called me something"
"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,
"Well, don't you wanna be?"
"Yes!", I squeal,
Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.
"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,
Tucking my hair behind my ear.
Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.
