I am too shy to ask from my actual blog but...the concept of fairy!reader being kept in one of the guys underwear while the go about their day...the musk...the warmth...I need to sit down.
Kyle Garrick x afab!reader, fairy!reader, fairy/human, micro/macro, size kink, size difference, (reader is about 6inches top to toes), musk/scent kink, multiple orgasms, come play, womb/belly expansion, womb fucking(ish), ass play(ish), about two sentences of piss kink, kink negotiation, dubcon (reader is fucked fully dumb as Kyle keeps going)
It had taken ages to work out a plan both you and Kyle were comfortable with. He'd been- not worried, but terrified, that some unthinking change to sit or walk or anything would crush you, but just laying still while you burrowed down against his balls wasn't what you wanted.
You want the movement, the heat of his skin and the way scents change from morning to evening, the old fairy instincts to seek and hide among bigger, stronger people soothed as Kyle spent a day doing everything he normally would, but with you coming along for a ride. You spend hours talking through it, giving scenarios and escape options, and finally biting his earlobe with sharp needle teeth and reminding him that he'll definitely feel it if you have to press that particular emergency button against his dick.
Kyle buys some special boxers meant for men with the sort of cocks that need their own support system, blushes hot enough to sting your palms with his cheeks when he realizes they fit without a gap, and when he dresses that morning you hug his cock with your whole naked body, wings fitted down tightly, and sigh in bliss as the cloth comes up and light goes away, leaving you in pure darkness.
His belt buckles, pants zipped, and every bone in you goes soft as butter as Kyle does as he promised and follows his normal morning routine. There's a pressure all over your back and wings from the boxers holding you in place, and Kyle's cock is thick and warm, long enough- or you're small enough- that stretching your toes down tickles at his slit, your face rubbing into trimmed pubic hair.
His cock shifts a little, and you stretch again, feeling all the silky-soft skin luxurious on your own. You'd been up close and personal with it before, fisted his hole with your whole arm and rubbed your clit off in the waves of come, but there's something specially intimate about just hugging it. Giving it little kisses at the base, too soft to be felt, secure that you're in a safe and hidden place, protected by your favorite person.
Sounds are muffled, there's no sight, and all you have left is the pure physical sensations. Skin and sweat and cock, the musky smell of a man curling over your tongue and in your nose, and even without noticing there's slickness between your thighs, hips rubbing a little as you curl up, finding a little pocket between Kyle's cock and balls, and oh, oh that butter-soft feeling soaks into you like the heat from his flesh. Everything floats soft and easy, and you rouse only a little when more noises filter in, and there's a barely perceptible shift of light in your space.
Someone laughs, and Kyle moves around more, thick trousers going away for looser shorts, his cock bouncing as they're settled over his hips. The thick weight of it smacks you a little, startles you into moaning, and abruptly you're moving- a fast swinging rhythm, contained in the tight boxers but still lifted and bounced, the musk of Kyle's balls getting thicker as he starts to sweat with his run.
All you can do is cling to him and moan, shuffling around until you're unsure what's up or down, blind to everything except soft skin and heavy scent, to the damp curve of balls at your back and the way your drooling cunt throbs as you grind against Kyle's cock.
Everything is slick and sweaty when he finally finishes, the pounding of thick thighs slowing down, and your hips pump fast, clit pulsing, and come squeezing his cock, panting against the head, upside down and all turned around against him.
A burst of stinging light and fresh air makes you flinch, and huddle down as Kyle's hand comes around you, lifting you up still attached to his cock.
"Easy, baby, just a break," he murmurs, soft to your sensitive ears, and you recognize the blurry outlines of a sink and urinal. Pee break, then, and you stretch a little as Kyle pisses.
Then he tucks you and his cock back into his boxers without fully shaking off, and a sharp piss scent joins the thick musk saturating you. Kyle shudders a little and buttons back up when you moan and lap at the head of his cock, tonguing the slit.
His cock jerks, a little droplet of fluid welling up, and you slurp at it greedily. Kyle's balls jump, belly flexing, and you get a little delicate tap of behave across your back.
You swipe your fingers over the damp cockhead, collecting slick, and shove them into your cunt with a wail. Fuck, back to the safe dark and now there's more heat and scent, Kyle going back to...whatever, you forget, you don't care, he's redressed and talking to people that don't matter nearly as much as the orgasm you're finger fucking yourself into.
After that you fade back into the soft and easy grinding, somewhere between a doze and sex, body steadily simmering as the hours pass and Kyle just carries on, his scent settling down again as you stop teasing him. You feel soft, liquid, even your wings damp and curling up as your cunt keeps gushing, slick spreading between your folds and over your clit with every throb and squeeze. Kyle must be able to feel it, the way his cock is sticky and warm, how you keep squirming against it. At some point you drunkenly attach yourself to his balls, sucking at them, the curling hair deliciously scratchy on your skin, making your nipples ache. Pressing your face into them gives you nothing but his musk, oxygen unnecessary in here, and you come again without a touch, only the taste and scent of Kyle reducing you to some limp and soaked little creature.
Kyle's voice rumbles, and you moan and quiver. He's not as soft as he was before, iron control starting to flag, giving you something harder to rub off on. You feel so damp and sticky. Your clit and pussy ache all together in pulses, your skin is slick with sweat and fluids, and it feels like every wriggle and moan just winds you up more and more. Kyle's feeling it too, his cockhead plump under your hands and lips, damp little slit welcoming your tongue.
You love making out with his cock, tonguing into it, licking and sucking along the slit. You like to pretend it's what Kyle would do to your pussy, if your sizes ever could match, and every welling gush of pre he gives you is swallowed like mana, or smeared down your body and between your legs. Even curled up inside the boxers, his cock is so thick and long, your whole body can rub against it, feet against his balls.
His cock jerks, and you feel cloth shifting, as Kyle strips open his pants. Light blinds you again, this time not a quick tug- Kyle shoves everything down to his thighs and you feel his hand grip you, squeezing you against his cock, as he moans and starts jerking off with you still attached.
It's the hottest, headiest, most incredible thing you've experienced. Even Kyle's tongue forcing between your legs for you to grind on doesn't match this.
The fresh air makes you even more aware of the heavy funk seeped into your skin of sweat and balls, the musky cock smell hot and wild with lust, your skin slick and wings so soft and tender you couldn't fly even if you wanted to. Is this what your fairy ancestors did, found a hot cunt to crawl into or a thick cock to hide behind, made themselves valuable as sweet little things to rub off with?
Kyle's fist is strong, the muscles in his forearm tight as moans and pulls faster. Your legs bounce limply between his fingers, and you give up trying to hold onto his cock as the heel of his palm forces your hips up, pussy not even grinding anymore so much as just sliding, so wet you're leaving a trail on his skin, spurts of precome sticking to your hair, your face, every time you're moved to rub across his cockhead.
Your eyes roll. The raspy little moans still bubbling up your throat are muffled with every wet drag against Kyle's cock, pussy clenched and cumming almost unceasingly from the pressure against your clit, thighs splayed wide, head sagging, and Kyle doesn't stop or let up at all, just focused on finally cresting the wave that you've been indulging in all day.
A thick string of precome drools out of his cock, across your gasping mouth, and you choke around it briefly; even your nose is covered. You swallow and spit and heave for breath, tongue hanging out, and Kyle abruptly props you up against the head of his cock, sitting on it, other hand stroking fast as the leaking slit gasps open and shut just a little against your pussy-
The first burst of come overwhelms you, a thick wave spilling over your thighs and belly, hot and sticky, but the second catches your hole just right and you're filling up, cunt forced open by the sheer volume, the spurts of a normal orgasm magnified by a hundred when you're only as big as the cock itself.
His come holds back the desperate squeezes of your pussy, thick and hot, sticky inside you, and as another burst slams inside Kyle groans and holds you tighter, your limbs and tits all bulging out between his fingers, as even your womb strains and swells with it, the tiny little opening forced wide and greedily sucking it all inside. You're not even gasping anymore, just lost in the stretch of it, the claim of his come filling you up, drowning you in it, as Kyle brings you up and down to slap against the head of his cock.
There's a solid ache and pressure as your womb expands, each weak flutter of your pussy helpless to hold back the flood, and you garble out some wet nonsense as your belly swells, straining, the massive spurts of come forcing you bigger and fuller with each stroke of Kyle's fist. Your body lifts up and drops down again, like some parody of riding his cock.
Each smack of your pussy to his slit brings another powerful spurt, more come to fill you up, the quiver as your womb stretches to capacity rolling down through you. It doesn't stop, a full day of Kyle holding back while feeling you moan and come against his cock, his balls heavy and fat with everything he'd kept back for you, and even your ass can't stop the thick hot come from making more space inside you.
Your pussy packed full, his come gushes into your ass instead, pouring into your belly. You can feel it expanding, overflowing, somewhere the dim and slowed down thought processes registering the way your thighs flex, clit swelling, with another orgasm that blows your mind away like sand.
You sag as Kyle's hand finally slows, his heaving breaths blowing hot down over you. There's so much come, expanding your belly in a fat bubble, puddling over your tits and across your neck and face, dripping down over your open mouth. Your ass clenches, and your stomach heaves, forced small under the weight of your womb, the come that Kyle had filled your guts with coming up in a cloudy white hiccup, more mess over your cheeks and empty eyes.
You're nothing but the scent and come and slick-sticky feel of it, body filled up and used up and rubbed so smooth you don't have any thoughts left, worn down to the base instincts that keep your heart beating and lungs breathing, and the burning heat of lust and love, of having someone who can use you so thoroughly and still tenderly, carefully peel you off his cock (you whimper, trying to cling, you love it so much) and start to clean you up.
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Kyle hums soothingly, letting the low vibrations carry through the air. You're so small, all curled up, tiny except for the fat swell of your belly. He presses on it very lightly, and watches the gush of his come spurt from your hole. You don't even twitch, and he does it again, just to see the flow splash out, the way your throat works up another bubble of come to drool out your mouth.
Seeing you like this, he can't believe he waited so long to try it, all his worries swept away. You're as gorgeous as ever, shining with sweat and slick, wings clinging wetly to you, every inch thickly painted with come even as he wipes it away.
He hadn't expected it to hit so hard, for him- this was meant to be for you- but he'd loved having you so safe and secure, out of anyone's sight, it did something crazy in his brain to have you so perfectly under his control- and the hours as you dozed and came and wriggled around, as he felt your hands stroke him and tongue lap and kiss, the way he'd had to stop dead in the hall and bite his tongue not to moan when you had started making out with his cock. Fuck the rest of the evening, he wasn't waiting any longer, and only stopped himself long enough to get a cloth ready in case.
You gasp a little, choking on come, and Kyle rolls you in his hands. Laying on your belly forces a fresh wave of come from your pussy, and Kyle bends his head closer to watch the way your hole stretches out around it, how it squeezes briefly in a fluttering little orgasm even as more spills from your ass.
He didn't even know that would happen- he'd wanted to come over you, not imagining he would come inside you- and it's heady, knowing he can fill you and wreck you so intimately. That you'll be sticky and reeking of his cock for days, now, even wiping off won't take it away entirely. Even your womb so full and fat you'll be dripping with it, spitting milky come up on your tongue just to swallow it back again.
You gasp a bit more, and moan at the end of a hiccup, coming back a little, as Kyle rubs his fingers down your back. Maybe pushing a little, making you squeal as your womb and belly all squeeze, and Kyle catches his own come on his tongue as he licks it up, the tip flicking up between your thighs, catching the light taste of your slick under the musky taste of himself.
You moan, limp, and Kyle settles down and pops you up to his mouth like a treat, slurping, already stroking his cock again as he chases that sweet slick, determined to clean you out until that's all he can taste again.
