you can’t even finish your sentence before he’s bending you over, cock hard and prominent against your ass, his large hand cupping your cunt through the fabric. you swear you can feel his heartbeat on your back.
you really think i don’t want you?
he’s practically growling, and all the restraint he worked so hard for has disappeared.
so fuckin’ dumb and i haven’t even bred you yet.
he’s not sure how he’s even going to manage it. he dips his thumb along your folds and finds he was correct about how tiny your hole is, but he’ll find a way. he laughs suddenly, his intimidating demeanor vanishing.
how am i even going to fit in your pussy, baby?
— koutarou 🧸
it feels like there’s fire in my veins when he pulls me back into his body, squeaking with the strength he uses, pinning my body against the counter of his bathroom. it’s almost scary, the weight of his body bending me down, body vibrating along with his rough voice- it /excites/ me, whining with the way his thick fingers hold against my cunt.
b-bred?
i pant, nearly folding onto the floor with his wandering thumb, knees locking while i push back against his cock now fitted between my ass- i wiggle my hips, going crazy while i feel him and how big he is- he’s thick, so thick that i know it’ll hurt, but fuck i want it.
i-i don’t know! make it fit!
i cry, shivering at the way he calls me baby, heart thrumming and aching in my chest, wanting him so bad- fantasizing about him could never compare to the feeling of him actually pressed to me.