Daniel, who can't fit inside you. smut, creampie, size knk, gn reader. Art by: @s1ckh34d
He's hovering over you, been trying for what feels like forever. Hands too big where they hold you down, spanning the whole curve of your waist. The blunt, wet head of his cock pressed against you, slick and heavy—just his crown breaching you in shallow before your body closes around him, refusing to take more.
His jaw flexes, a muscle ticking under his cheek as he tries again, slower, grinding forward inch by inch. You can feel how much he's holding back—shoulders trembling with restraint. “Too tight,” he mutters more to himself, voice rough, almost angry. “Won't take me.” You're trembling, jaw slack but you don't tell him to stop.
With a sharp breath, he drags himself back out, leaving you empty, your hole clenching at the loss. His hand wraps around his cock, tapping it against your slick entrance, each wet slap making you jolt. He does it again, again, dragging the head through you as if teasing your body into obedience.
“Relax yourself for me, hm?”
He lines himself up again, the fat head dragging through the mess he's already made of you before sinking just a little deeper than before, the sting giving way to a hot, dizzying stretch and he groans low in his chest. “Fuckin'—tight little thing.” he breathes out, pushing harder, the wet sound of him forcing his way back in obscene. Your hole flutters helplessly, clamping down like it doesn't know whether to fight him out or pull him deeper.
“Half,” he grits, voice almost breaking with restraint. “You're taking half… fuckin' greedy hole.” His hips twitch forward like he wants to bury himself the rest of the way, grinding to make you feel every thick inch you've taken.
A snarl slips out as he digs his fingers into your hips, dragging you onto him with a bruising snap. He bottoms out, every inch forcing you open until he's seated deep, his cock twitching inside you like it owns the place. Your hole stretched to its limit, squelching with every rough drive of his hips. He mutters filth under his breath as he grinds deeper, chasing that spot inside you that makes your back arch deliciously.
His pace grows reckless, every thrust pulling a wet drag from you, every push punching the air from your chest. You can feel him swelling, cock straining inside you as he presses flush, grinding hard enough to smear your slick down his thighs. “Cum for me.” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, voice raw with desperation.
He slams in deep one last time, holding you down on his cock as it pulses thick ropes inside you. He pulls out again before he emptied. Your body clenching around nothing as if begging him not to leave. The sudden absence makes you gasp and then—slap—his cock smacks against his own abdomen, a crude, heavy sound that makes your chest seize up with heat. Hot streaks painting your belly and dripping down your skin in messy trails.
Daniel bends low, lapping you up to taste himself, groaning low in his chest at the saltiness. Then he shifts, pressing you onto your side with a care, slotting himself behind you. His cock grinds heavy against your ass, already hard again. Arms aching with need snakes around your middle, hand splayed over your belly where he wants you.
You can feel him nudge at you again, swollen tip slick with spit and remnants of cum, pushing insistently at your entrance. His breath is ragged at your ear, voice a gravelly whisper. “Not done with you.”
