#!! hellokittyish

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about nanami who, contrary to popular belief, is completely oblivious to just how big his dick is.

because this is a man who rarely ever watches porn due to him finding the performances highly overdramatized, so he hasn’t really had the chance to compare his size to other men. and while he’s by no means a virgin, he’s always assumed that the women who have told him he’s ‘big’ were just aiming to flatter him — his mother raised him to be humble, after all.

but it’s not until he gets you (the sweet girl he’s been seeing for the past few months) into his bed that it dawns on him that he might be a little… larger than average, to say the least.

“k-kento— ‘s not gonna fit,” you whine pitifully beneath him, fat tears beading along your lower lashes as you squirm against the mattress. “‘m sorry but... i-i don’t think i can take it all.”

and nanami can do nothing but gape at how giant his cock suddenly seems in comparison to your little fluttering hole, his angry reddened tip trying (and failing) to slowly push past the first ring of resistance inside your spongy walls.

“o-oh, sweetheart,” he rasps out, adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he swallows down the thick lump that seems to have arisen in his throat. “i’m sure we can make it fit, no? just… just try ‘n relax a little more for me.”

“i’ve been trying to relax this whole time,” you hiccup, trembling hands pawing at his bulky arms positioned either side of your head as he peers down at you sympathetically. “you’re just too b-big, ken.”

he exhales deeply, leaning down to press a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth as a form of apology for what he’s about to do— before swiftly using all of the strength in his lower body to thrust every inch of him inside in one go.

and you’re squealing, nails no doubt leaving crescent-shaped indents in the skin of his muscular biceps as you thrash against the sheets, desperately trying to adjust to the feeling of being so completely and utterly full, your poor cunt practically being split in two to accommodate the sheer size of him.

“christ— ah, there we go,” he grunts, sweaty strands of blonde hair falling over his forehead as he forces himself to stay completely still above you, allowing you ample time to get as comfortable as possible. “see, darling? i told you we’d make it fit.”

but nanami can’t bear the idea of you struggling this much every time the two of you are intimate, so he comes to the conclusion that he’ll just have to make sure that by the end of the night, your insides are moulded to the exact shape of his cock.

that way it won’t be such a difficult fit next time, right?

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about bestfriend!choso who is just so naïve — fully believing that the way he always gets achingly hard in his pants whenever you give him a hug or a kiss on the cheek is completely normal.

it’s gotten to the point now where he can only get off while looking at pictures of you because the images of random women he finds online just don’t seem to make his cock twitch and throb in his hand the way you do.

so the poor boy is understandably puzzled when you explain to him one day that “friends aren’t supposed to feel that way for other friends”… but how could that possibly be true when his body is so adamantly telling him otherwise?

and it’s not like you aren’t attracted to him too, you just don’t want to take advantage of your sweet bestfriend’s naïveté — even though it’s extremely difficult to ignore the way he pops a very obvious boner everytime you so much as smile in his direction.

but it all becomes too much to resist during one of your sleepovers when you wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of choso grinding his stiffness against your ass in his sleep, your panties already sticky with arousal from the stimulation.

and you find yourself blindly reaching behind you, telling yourself that you’re just helping him out, hastily pushing his sweatpants down until his pretty pink cock springs free — and even without looking you can tell he’s big as your hand wraps loosely around the base, but you try not to dwell on that fact for too long as you guide him towards the seam of your thighs.

once his needy shaft is sandwiched between your plush thighs, his body seems to take the hint as he begins to rock back and forth as if shallowly thrusting into a pussy, soft whines of pleasure falling from his lips in his sleep in response to the newfound friction.

and, of course, it doesn’t take bestfriend!choso long to cum, thick ropes of his pearly seed shooting onto the mattress beside you as he pants heavily into the back of shoulder... but just as you’re about to shut your eyes once more, you hear his drowsy voice mumbling out your name in his sleep.

“mmh— i love you.”

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continuation of this.

★ thinking about bestfriend!satoru who offers to teach you how to give a blowjob so that you can get some ‘practice’ for if you ever decide to do it to other guys.

imagine his big hand tangling in the back of hair, guiding your curious face closer to his lap as he sits with his lanky legs sprawled out in a manspread atop the couch. “that’s it, pretty girl,” he praises, even though all you’ve actually done so far is simply kneel before him. “do you wanna take it out now? these pants are feeling awfully tight, y’know.”

“o-okay, toru.” you hum, slowly trailing your fingers up his clothed thighs to give the waistband of his sweatpants a small tug while his gentle but firm grip on your hair keeps your gaze locked with his the entire time.

and it’s impossible to hide your reaction of wide-eyed surprise once you realize he’s not even wearing any underwear today, his bare cock slapping against his abdomen once freed and causing your thighs to instinctively press together with how big it is.

“it’s okay to touch it, sweetheart,” satoru coos with a soft grin, wrapping a hand of his own around the base and angling it forward so the leaking head taps teasingly against your heated cheek. “promise ‘lil toru doesn’t bite.”

shaking your head to pull yourself from your daze, you lean down and brush an experimental kiss against the pinkish tip of his cock, earning a deep groan from your bestfriend as a reward.

“mmm… doing s’good for me already,” he encourages, peering down at you through messy white bangs with undeniable tenderness dancing in his bright gaze. “try giving it a little lick too, yeah?”

but unfortunately, satoru doesn’t end up getting much teaching done at all when he can’t stop himself from cumming after just a few laps of your soft tongue along his length — oops!

but it’s fine… because the two of you can just keep trying until he actually lasts long enough to show you the ropes for real, right?

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about ex!satoru who still stubbornly refers to you in conversation as his girlfriend, even after a few long months have passed since your breakup.

he simply can't (or won't) acknowledge the fact that the two of you are no longer an item, even going as far as to frequently send you texts updating you on his daily life and then spamming you with facetime requests that you have to keep declining until you eventually give in and respond to his original messages.

and when you inevitably block his number? that's okay, he'll just pop on down to the nearest electronics store and purchase a new phone. no biggie!

so later that evening when your screen lights up with a suspicious looking notification from an unregistered contact, you unfortunately already know exactly who it's from.

unknown: can't a guy talk with his pretty gf anymore? :(

unknown: oops, that was a typo! i definitely meant ex gf

and you're rolling your eyes in annoyance, finger hovering just above the oh-so-tempting bright red block button before the sight of a photo appearing in the chat captures your attention.

unknown: sent [1] image attachment

unknown: i think he misses u almost as much as i do

curiosity overtaking your rational thinking, you find yourself clicking on the picture... only to be greeted with the overly familiar sight of satoru's lengthy cock, hard and leaking between his legs.

unknown: see? he's cryin for u and everything

unknown: [incoming facetime request]

and this time; instead of just simply pressing decline like your muscle memory frantically urges you to — and in what can only be described as a moment of intense weakness... you answer.

part two here.

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continuation of this.

★ thinking about choso who, despite having only recently lost his virginity to you, easily has the highest sex drive out of any of your previous partners.

he's practically always raring to go, no matter where you are, what time it is, or who you're surrounded by — it all blends into nothing more than mere background noise, the only coherent thought left in his mind being that he needs to have you.

he doesn't know exactly what happened... but ever since his first time with you, it's like a switch he never even knew was there has flipped, leaving him physically unable of going even a few hours without feeling your sweet warmth wrapped around him.

and he'll be all desperate and whiny about it to begin with, pale cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and clammy hands fiddling restlessly with the sleeves of his shirt as he timidly asks if the two of you can go someplace more private.

but the moment you're behind closed doors, it's just like that night all over again, with choso swiftly pinning you to the nearest wall and unforgivingly jackhammering the entire length of his cock up into you over and over again, all the while grunting incoherent words against the shell of your ear.

and if you do manage to make out any of his slurred speech, it'll usually be along the lines of "couldn't help myself, you just looked s'good today." or "i-i think you've ruined me... all i can t-think about anymore is being inside this tight, perfect little pussy. 's not fair."

it's almost like having two entirely different boyfriends; the usual shy, quiet version of him that hides behind you during conversations with strangers — and the rough, overly vocal version of him that only rears its not-so-ugly head while he's fucking you.

not that you'll ever be caught complaining. because after all, it's like having the best of both worlds.

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★ thinking about nanami who is the type of husband to buy you two wedding rings — one for your finger and one to hang on the end of a necklace purely so that he can watch it bounce between the valley of your breasts whenever he fucks you in missionary.

there’s just something so deeply satisfying about seeing you flushed and panting underneath him, stripped completely bare except for the jewellery he gave you at the altar adorning your soft, beautiful body.

and it never fails to make him go absolutely feral when he sees you reach up with a trembling hand to hold onto the ring around your neck while he fucks you, stopping the necklace from flying all over the place as a result of the sheer force behind each of his thrusts.

so in the blink of an eye he has both your wrists pinned to the mattress above your head with the grip of just one of his big hands, sweaty forehead meeting yours as he grunts out a raspy “don’t hide it, sweetheart. i always want to be able to see that pretty ring while i’m making love to you.”

and when he cums, he doesn’t do it inside you — because as much as he’d like to fill you up and watch his sticky mess trickle out of your puffy pussy like he usually would, he just can’t resist the urge to pull out at the very last moment and finish all over your chest instead, despite your adorable little whines of protest.

because the sight of the large diamond wedding ring hanging from your neck being splattered with his goopy white seed makes for a downright sinful portrait showcasing just how much you belong to him, and he loves it more than he would ever care to admit out loud.

so while you’re busy drifting off into a sated slumber, nanami quietly captures a photo of the lewd visual before him, saving it to the only folder he has, which is aptly named ‘my sweet wife’.

truly a romantic, in every sense of the word.

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★ thinking about satoru who simply laughs whenever someone points out that you and him are an odd pair — likely wondering what an overly loud and boisterous person such as himself is doing dating you, who is the complete polar opposite.

because while he may excel in social settings due to years of practise being the centre of everyone's attention; you, on the other hand, struggle to speak to or even hold eye contact with anyone other than him, often opting to nervously fiddle with the sleeves of your shirt and hide behind his tall form instead.

and all he can think about is how they would react if they were to see how dramatically the roles are reversed the moment the two of you are alone, his shy little girlfriend whispering the dirtiest things into his ear while she rides him senseless.

“mmph— fuck, baby, y’gotta slow down,” satoru pants breathlessly, big hands gripping at your hips in a half-hearted attempt to stall your frenzied pace. “otherwise ‘m not gonna last.”

“you’ll last,” you assure in a deceptively sweet whisper, hands splaying over the pale, hard planes of his chest as you bounce up and down on his cock like your life depends on it. “but if you don’t, i’ll just keep going until you get hard again.”

and he just gapes up at you dumbly, drool threatening to spill from between his parted maw as he is rendered unable to do anything other then lay there and take it, the waterlines of his snowy lashes prickling with shiny tears from how good it all feels.

if he could collect himself enough to speak again, he'd probably gush about how much pride he takes in the fact that he’s the only one who gets to see you like this; the only one who you feel comfortable enough coming out of your shell around in order to show him the real you.

and oh, is the real you a sight to behold — head thrown back in ecstasy as you use him as your personal dildo to chase your own pleasure, plush tits bouncing freely with the force of each of your movements… and, most importantly, not a hint of your usual timidness to be seen.

but of course satoru won’t say any of this to whoever is currently inquiring about your compatibility. instead, his lips will simply quirk up into a small, wry smile and he’ll settle for muttering out a vague “we mesh together pretty well, actually.”

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★ thinking about virgin!choso who's actually the roughest of the jjk men once he gets inside of you for the first time.

he may appear sweet and innocent from the outside, with those wide chestnut eyes and adorable messy pigtails... but don't be so easily fooled so by his exterior — haven't you ever heard that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover?

because while his body trembles like a baby fawn and a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead as he pushes the first few inches of his flushed cock into you, he becomes an entirely different person when he finally bottoms out.

what begin as gentle whimpers turn into animalistic growls as he experiments with a few slow thrusts into your wet heat, swollen tip hitting against your spongy g spot each time with how deep his lengthy dick is buried.

but soon enough, those shallow, unsure movements of his hips are morphing into ruthless, forceful slams; as if his entire way of being has been altered by the mere feeling of your snug cunt wrapped around him.

and he can't seem to stop even for a moment now that he's settled into a rhythm, eyes screwed tightly shut in pleasure and fists clenched in the sheets either side of your head as the entire bed rocks back and forth with the sheer strength behind his movements.

he's completely lost in his own in his own little world, ears deaf to your desperate cries and pleas of "c-cho, you're going too fast!" or "can't take it anymore! 's too big!" as he continues to pound your poor body into the mattress.

thinking about choso who's no longer a virgin anymore but has to spend the aftermath of his first time comforting you, kissing away the dried remains of your tears and carrying your aching body to the bathroom to clean you up because your shaky legs are too weak to walk on.

continuation here.