You were on his lap, making out with him as you rubbed your pussy through your panties against his hard big cock. His hands, two times the size of yours, gripped your skirt and guided you to his peace, never at yours.
"I don't think you're ready for this" he huffed against your mouth. "Please" you gave him a kiss "I swear I'm ready, I- I just want you inside me" you panted.
He wanted to make it special, it's not like it was your first time, but it was the first one with someone as big as he is. He manhandled you like you were made of feathers and he made you lay on your back, he got between your legs and started playing with your pussy, putting two of his long fingers inside and with his thumb he made small circles on your puffy clit.
He would usually eat you out everytime you wanted to fuck, and he was planning on giving you an oral and then fuck, but you were so excited, tight and wet that he couldn't help himself. "Baby, can I put it in already" you nodded with a little moan, you had never in your life seen a dick as big as his. You touched it and knew it was big, but in comparison with the last man you fucked with, he was huge.
His cock aligned with your entrance, he pushed slowly...
"It doesn't fit..." he murmurs. "What do you mean it doesn't fit?" you were starting to worry.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, giving you that look with his deep eyes. As soon as you nodded one of his hand traveled to your mouth and he pushed his thumb inside, making you suck. Without any warning, he slipped his cock inside of you, making you moan half in pain half in how good the pain felt. You bite his finger, sinking your teeth on his skin. He just thrusted you hard until it was all in.
"Tell me when you are ready for me to move"
Nanami, Toji, DRAKEN, KONIG, Kuroo, Bokuto, Eren maybe, Jean, Omen, TEJO + your favs !!
ᡣ𐭩 summary: it was supposed to be simple — a fake relationship to make your toxic ex finally back off. but then you went and tested the temper of your ‘fake’ delinquent boyfriend. and the thing about rindou??? he doesn’t fake his jealousy. not when it ends with you pinned to his couch, lips swollen & marked up like his personal masterpiece. (wc: 3.2k words)
ᡣ𐭩 cw: minors dni, nsfw, fake dating trope, technically fwb-to-lovers, complicated feelings, p0rn with plot (so no, it’s not just “straight to the smut”), jealousy, eventual smut, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, fingering, lipstick kink, possessiveness, oral (m! receiving), slight angst
ᡣ𐭩 notes: rindou lovers, this one’s for you 😋 this idea hit me out of nowhere and i knew i had to write it ASAP. it’s got fake dating, jealousy, and rindou being a menace in the best possible way. enjoyyy <33
you were the one who asked him first. not because you liked him, but because you were in a desperate situation. and rindou… well, he didn’t exactly say no either. it started after your toxic ex-boyfriend wouldn’t leave you alone even though you’d told him for the nth time that you weren’t getting back together with him. he kept calling, texting, even showing up at your house and begging for “one last chance.” — you were completely sick of it.
you knew the only way he’d finally back off was, if he believed that you were completely unavailable. so what better way to prove it than by fake dating an infamous delinquent??? after all, rindou haitani wasn’t just anyone, he had a whole reputation. your ex surely wouldn’t stand a chance against someone like him, and you knew it.
the haitani brothers were infamous for throwing the wildest parties. they had that brand of danger, girls knew they should’ve avoid but somehow couldn’t resist. despite all the rumors and how chaotic they seemed, they were actually pretty chill once you got to know them. especially the younger one: rindou. you’d accidentally bumped straight into him at a mutual friend’s party — heels too high, hallway too dark, and your drink still half-full when you turned the corner too fast. the heel of your left shoe twisted beneath you as you stumbled, sending a sharp jolt up your ankle. you winced, clutching onto the nearest surface (which just so happened to be his hoodie), hissing out a “fuck—” under your breath.
before you could fall, his hands caught your arms, firm but surprisingly gentle. “whoa... you good??” his voice carried that usual lazy drawl — but his brows furrowed when he noticed you weren’t putting weight on one foot.
you let out a breathy laugh, already wincing — embarrassment prickling hot up your neck. “y-yeah but i think... i might’ve just twisted my ankle.”
to your surprise, he didn’t walk away or tell you to suck it up. he actually helped you out the entire night; got you an ice pack, made sure you were sitting somewhere comfortable, even stayed next to you while the party raged on. he literally took care of you — and even when the night ended, he was the one who called the ride and made sure you got home safe.
──★
a few weeks later, you ran into him again at another party. your toxic ex-boyfriend was there too. you were so over it. let’s not forget the fact that you’d already blocked at least five of his burner accounts; the ones he made just to try and get through to you. it was honestly exhausting at this point. so now??? frustrated, half-drunk, and fully done with everything — you spotted rindou across the room; leaning against the kitchen counter, bored out of his mind and sipping on something that was probably stronger than it looked.
you walked straight up to him and blurted, “if i kiss you right now, can we pretend we’re dating?” he let out a low chuckle, eyebrow cocking. “seriously… just like that??”
“i need my ex to stop thinking i’m available…” you sighed, exasperated. then added, “and you literally don’t care about anything, so… would you mind helping me out?”
he stared at you for a second, like he was trying to figure out if you were being serious or just tipsy. then, after a beat, he just shrugged and went, “uhh… sure, i guess?? whatever keeps things interesting.”
afterwards, you didn’t even hesitate. one step forward, fists already curled into his shirt — and then you kissed him. you tilted your chin, lips parting against his like you’d been wanting to kiss him for the longest time.
rindou didn’t flinch. in fact, the second your mouth met his; his hand flew up to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair with a grip so instinctive it made your knees weak. he kissed you back, slow and cocky, like he had nothing to prove but still wanted you breathless. but then you instantly felt his teeth tug softly at your bottom lip, and just like that, the kiss turned filthy — louder than it should’ve been; hotter than it had any right to be.
you heard the sound of gasps from all over the room. a few people nearby were full-on staring, one girl even whispering a shocked, “oh my god???” to her friend. this whole scene literally feels like it came straight out of a hollywood rom-com, you thought.
across the room, your ex stood frozen — drink still in hand, eyes locked on every second of that moment. he watched the kiss, watched the way rindou pulled away with swollen lips and a lazy smirk, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
safe to say, now your ex finally — got the message and that moment was also, the start of it all.
one staged kiss turned into the both of you spending time together almost every day. one fake instagram story turned into holding hands in front of everyone. one thrown arm over your shoulder turned into possessive little habits he might’ve picked up along the way — unintentionally, maybe… but they somehow stuck.
he even introduced you to his older brother, ran, not long after that. you still remembered the look on ran’s face — a little amused, a lot surprised. he blinked, then muttered under his breath, “now this is a first… you never bothered to introduce any of your bitc— uhh, girlfriends to me.” he probably thought you didn’t hear it, but you did. and you definitely noticed the way rindou just sighed and brushed him off, like this wasn’t worth explaining — or maybe it was, and he just didn’t have the words yet.
somehow along the way… it almost feels like the both of you weren’t really pretending anymore. the way he looks at you like you’re already his. the way his gaze sharpens whenever another guy lingers too long in your direction. the way he constantly showed up whenever you needed him. it’s all… starting to feel a little too real.
whatever this was, it probably stopped being fake a while ago — and deep down, you already knew that. still though, he hasn’t exactly made it official yet. so technically, you were still considered single.
… or so you thought.
──★
one night, you went out clubbing with your friends — dressed in a red, barely-there dress that hugged your curves just right, showing off just enough to turn heads. it was one of those outfits you wore for you, just because you felt confident of yourself and to top it all off? you even wore that same red lipstick rindou had given you weeks ago. he said it suited you; you hadn’t worn it since… until now.
when you and your friends finally arrived at the club, all you wanted was to let loose; dance a little, forget about everything for a while, and just breathe. some random cute guy offered to buy you a drink — you smiled politely, said thank you, even agreed when he asked if you wanted to dance. you didn’t think much of it. harmless fun, after all right???
but what you didn’t know was that, one of rindou’s boys was there too. leaning by the bar, drink in hand, watching the dance floor with sharp eyes — and he definitely saw you. saw the way that guy’s hands settled a little too low on your waist. the way you leaned in, laughing at something he said. the way that red dress barely left anything to the imagination.
so he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo — you, back arched, hips swaying, with a stranger’s hands gripping your body.
and sent it straight to rindou with one line:
“yo... isn’t this your girl??”
when rindou saw the photo? ohhh, he was definitely not happy.
he didn’t even bother replying to the message. just stood up, grabbed his jacket and keys, then drove straight to the club — twenty minutes, tops. he wasn’t thinking, just fuming while thinking of ways on how he’s gonna “punish” you later.
when he walked in, it was like the music dulled just for him. violet eyes scanning the crowd until he found you; in that red dress, with that guy’s hand a little too low on your waist. you were laughing at something, barely paying attention — and that was what set him off the most. without a word, he shoved through the crowd and grabbed your wrist.
“waittt rindou??? what are you—?”
“outside. now.” his grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm enough to leave no room for argument. he didn’t even glance at the guy — just dragged you out like it wasn’t up for discussion.
──★
which explains why you’re now here — in his apartment, back against the front door, his jacket barely off you before the full interrogation starts. the way he’s pacing, jaw clenching, voice clipped? it almost feels like you’re cheating on him. except you didn’t. because you’re not even officially his. well… technically???
“… i don’t get it,” you mutter, arms crossed, still a little tipsy. “you’re not even my real boyfriend.”
“so what?” he spits, voice rough and bitter. “you let me fuckin’ act like it.”
you want to argue; want to say that he’s overreacting, but you can’t — because he’s technically right.
he’s the one who lets you come over for movie nights that somehow always turn into makeout sessions — the kind that end with you tangled in his sheets until morning. he’s the one who once beat a guy half to death for touching you without permission. he’s the one who remembers all your favorites — from your dunkin’s order, to the exact way you like your eggs. he knows your body like it’s his favorite secret — knows when to grip, how to ruin, exactly how to fuck you dumb until you’re left begging. and the aftercare? he rubs your stomach while his cum still leaks out of you, then wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in, letting you fall asleep against his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
afterwards, the air suddenly shifts. you feel it before he even moves; that silent, seething tension rising between you like a stormcloud about to burst. the way his jaw tightens and his violet eyes don’t leave yours. he hasn’t even touched you yet, but your body’s already reacting — chest heaving, spine tensing, like you know what’s coming next.
you blink — and suddenly he’s there, stealing the breath from your lungs. the kiss lands hard, all heat and control, with no room for doubt. his hands are firm, his body pressed close — there’s no more hesitation.
your back hits the pristine wall with a dull thud.
he kisses you like he’s trying to erase the last few hours — like if he holds you close enough, maybe the jealousy won’t choke him. his hands find your waist, tight with something he hasn’t said yet.
you barely get a second to breathe before he lifts you — strong arms locking around your thighs as he carries you straight to the couch. your purse falls from your shoulder in the process, landing on the cushion beside you with a soft thud.
then he’s pressing you down, like your body belongs right there beneath him. before you can adjust, his mouth claims yours — deep, unapologetically mean, “thought you were single, huh?” he growls against your lips, hands already pushing your dress up your thighs. “… letting some guy grind on you like i haven’t had you moaning into my pillow for weeks??”
you try to speak, “wait!! — rindou, i —” but he cuts you off with a sharp kiss, teeth catching your bottom lip.
“nah… you knew exactly what you were doing.”
his hand slips between your legs, finds you soaked already, and he chuckles darkly. “fuck… this wet already? just from a little yelling?” his fingers press in — slow, deep, curling in that way he knows ruins you.
then he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles as your hips twitch beneath him. “see this?” he mutters, voice low and venom-laced. “you piss me off, and i’m still here — makin’ sure you’re properly prepped. still playing nice… even when you don’t fuckin’ deserve it.” he doesn’t stop — just keeps rubbing, taunting and deep, while the pleasure coils tighter in your gut.
“…just a little bit… more,” his voice is low, controlled — but barely. and once he’s satisfied with how soft and ready you are for him, he doesn’t waste a second. his hands move fast — dragging his pants down, cock already hard and leaking for you. “you asked for this, didn’t you?” he mutters, lining himself up as he gives your thigh a possessive squeeze. “…so take it.”
and then he slams in — deep and merciless, his thick length dragging along your walls like he owns every inch of you. “fucking tight... greedy little thing’s been missing me.” you moan, high and raw, hands clutching the cushions like they’ll save you, but they won’t. not when he’s got you pinned to the couch, hips rolling, voice low and venom-sweet:
“… next time you let another man touch you??? i won’t be so nice.”
he’s deep inside you — hips flush, breath heavy — when suddenly??? he pulls out. you gasp at the loss, walls clenching around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs from how full you’d been just seconds ago.
“wha—?” your voice comes out wrecked, dazed. “rindou—”
“nah,” he mutters, cock resting heavy against your soaked cunt, glistening. “you don’t get to act like mine all week and then let another guy touch you.” his thumb drags along your folds, pressing right there — that has you whining. you squirm, hips chasing his hand, but he pulls back again. “you want me?” he asks, voice low and smug, leaning over until his lips brush your ear.
“then beg for it.”
you bite your lip and tried to stay silent. but the emptiness hurts. “please…” you whisper, blinking up at him. “i want you—”
“nah, sweetheart,” he cuts in, grip tightening around your thighs as he pushes your knees further apart. “you don’t ‘want’ me... you need me.”
his cock slides along your slit again, teasing. you whimper — throat dry, brain hazy. you’d do anything to feel him inside you again. “… say it,” he commands. “say you need me to fuck you. right now.”
“i need you,” you gasp, eyes wet, voice shaking. “please, rindou... i need you to fuck me.”
just like that? he slams back in — deep — a satisfied groan ripping from his throat as your body arches under him. “now that’s more like it.”
he’s relentless—drunk on the way your body reacts, like every whimper only drives him deeper. not even your trembling legs or cracked moans slow him down, “rindou—” you gasp, wrecked. “ i—i can’t—”
he grabs your jaw, tilting your face to meet his eyes. “yes, you can,” he growls. “you’re gonna take all of it.” his hips keep snapping forward, deep and mean — his cock dragging along that sweet spot that has your back arching off the couch. his thumb is back on your clit, greedy and controlled. “this what you wanted?” he hisses, breath hot against your ear. “you flirt with some loser at the club and now you’re dripping all over my cock? fuckin’ unbelievable...”
you’re sobbing now — not from pain, but from how good he feels inside you. he leans in closer, voice mocking and syrup-sweet: “don’t cry now, baby… not when your pussy’s this greedy.”
it hits you without warning — a wave of pleasure so sharp, your body locks up, cunt gushing all over the couch as you scream his name.
he pulls out slow — cock glistening with everything you just gave him. and then he gives you that look. the one that makes your stomach twist and your thighs instinctively press together again.
“…you already know what i want next.”
his voice is smug, expectant. and fuck, you do know.
he doesn’t have to say it. not when he’s already dragging you down to your knees with a firm grip on your arm. he’s already stroking himself lazily in front of you, just inches from your lips — still hard, still dripping, and unsatisfied.
“open,” he says.
you do. lips slack, eyes already tearing. and when he stuffs his cock into your mouth — thick, heavy, claiming your throat inch by inch — he groans low, hand fisting in your hair like he’s anchoring himself to you.
“clean me up.”
you hesitate — just a second, blinking up at him with ruined eyes — and he chuckles, cruel and amused, gripping your hair tighter. “don’t make me ask again.” he says with a glint of control in his gaze. you obey. lips parting, tongue out, as he pushes in; past your lips — deeper than before, until your nose is buried in his skin and your eyes are already watering.
“fuckkk, yeah—” he groans, hips twitching. “that’s it… that’s the mouth i fuck when i want you to shut up.” you moan around him, and he thrusts hard again and again. until your spit’s dripping down your chin and your throat’s burning from the stretch. “you like this, don’t you?” he pants, voice breaking. “after everything — still begging to be used.”
you’re still catching your breath, thighs sticky, dress bunched up around your waist — when he runs a thumb under your lip and smirks. “lipstick’s all fucked up,” he mutters, violet eyes locked on the red smudge trailing down your chin. “reapply it,” he says, like a command. then adds, quieter — “this is the one i bought you, right?”
you nod, lips parted — just barely — like you want to challenge him, but your body’s already given in.
he smirks again, but there’s heat behind it. “good... i wanna see it ruined again.” he says, already handing you your lipstick from your purse like he wants to see it happen. “go on… make it pretty again.”
so you do — hands still trembling, legs weak, but you’re swiping that same crimson red lipstick back onto your swollen lips like a good girl. you don’t even get to cap it. he’s already in front of you, hand curled around your jaw, guiding his length back to your mouth like it’s the only place it belongs.
“now take it like a good girl.” he doesn’t need to say more. you know exactly what he wants — the red stain, the mess, his cock shoved past your lipstick like you’re just a toy to ruin. he lets out a guttural groan the moment your lips wrap around him again.
“deeper… ohh—yeah, just like that.” his voice is low, strained, as his fingers tighten at the back of your head. you try to speak — “mhm—rindou…” you want to tell him to slow down, to not be so rough— but he’s already too far gone. so you shut up, throat stretched, tears slipping down as you give him everything, because you know he won’t stop until he’s ruined your throat the same way he ruined your body.
when he pulls out a few minutes later, it’s with a low grunt and a final thrust of his hips and then — hot ropes of cum spill across your face, staining your cheeks, your lips, even your lashes. some even trail down the curve of your neck, glistening against your skin. you blink up at him, dazed and he doesn’t say a word at first. just swipes a finger through the mess and brings it to your mouth. “open,” he breathes. you obey without thinking — sucking his finger clean like you were always made to please him.
at this point, your lipstick’s long gone. your eyes are glossy, your hair’s a beautiful mess. you look exactly how he likes you — all marked up, used, and undeniably his.
“next time…. don’t fucking test me. or i’ll remind you like this again. remember that you’re mine.”
touchstarved!shinichiro who gets home late after a hard day at work. he's so tired and overworked but all he could think about all day was coming home to his sweet girl. the second he steps in home and sees you cooking dinner, he wraps his strong arms around your waist and hides his face in the crook of your neck. "missed you so much, sweetheart." he mumbles in your soft skin as he leaves trails of kisses behind your ear and shoulders. you're trying your hardest to concentrate but when you feel him hardening behind you, you lose all the composure. shin can't help but turn you around and smash his lips onto yours.
you immediately wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you flush against his chest. soon after, you feel his hands under your thighs - he picks you up and sits you on the counter, spreading your legs so he can get comfortable between them. the kiss feels hungry and desperate. you can tell he's been holding back all day. shinichiro keeps groping every part of your body aggressively, like he's going completely feral. he's squeezing everything: your waist, thighs, ass - trying to feel all of you. you feel his bulge getting harder every passing second. suddenly, he breaks the kiss, stares at your flushed face and puffy lips for a second before whispering
✩ ˛˚ . rindou makes you squirt for the first time . . .
you’re completely spent.
rindou’s stamina is quite astonishing and the more rounds you go, the less you can keep up with him - you’re on the verge of tapping out.
“think you can give me another one, pretty girl?” rindou huffs as he aligns his cock at your entrance for the umpteenth time. he taps his cock head against your swollen and overstimulated clit, causing you to whimper and whine.
you shook your head, “rinnn!” you cry, “i can’t! ‘m too sensitive!” rindou leans forward and presses his lips against your jaw, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin as he slowly slides back into your slippery wet folds, “fuck— but i think you still got one more left in you, babe..” he says, leaning back up and grabbing your thighs to pin them against your chest.
you’re a whimpering mess underneath rindou. all the begging and pleading go on deaf ears as he slams his hips into yours — you feel like you’re being split in half each time he bottoms out.
rindou places his thumb directly on your swollen clit, drawing circles on it.
you feel like you’re about to pass out, but out of nowhere comes a sensation you’ve never felt before. it feels like you have to pee but the feeling is much stronger and different — you close your eyes shut and bit down on your bottom lip and that’s when something happen . . .
your body doesn't listen to you and starts trembling. “oh— god!” you screamed, back arching up off the mattress and suddenly everything is like a white noise and you’re completely in bliss.
rindou stops his movements and slowly pulls out and again, you’re gushing all over him once more . . leaving him speechless as he try to gather up what just happened.
“holy shit— did you just... squirt?!” rindou asked.
your chest is heaving up and down. you're so out of it that it takes you a minute to adjust rindou's words. “wha— i dunno what happened..” you responded, finally realizing that you did indeed squirt, not once but twice.
it feels like a heatwave just hit your face from the embarrassment. you couldn’t stand to face rindou as he stared down at you so you covered your face with your hands.
“don’t look at me like that!” your voice is muffled, yet soft as you spoke.
rindou chuckled, leaning forward to remove your hands from your face. “you’re so cute,” he says, kissing your sweaty forehead then gently kissing your soft lips. “i guess i pushed you over your limits and i’m sorry about that, but it was so fuckin' hot.”
“you think everything is hot when it's totally embarrassing!”
“'cause everything you do is hot!” rindou exclaimed, “like your no gag reflex when you're sucking my dick or how your pussy kept farting when—”
“okay, shut up!” you squealed, “you seriously talk way too much for my liking.”
Will you be Toman’s darling? Mikey can’t seem to stop asking, it’s not enough to be able to fuck you whenever he wants, he needs the title that you’re HIS but not only his but also his mates, those guys he loves more than his own life… and unfortunately, you do as well.
You don’t understand why it’s so important to them, but each one has asked the same question over and over again. Draken kisses you, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips don’t miss a single thrust, it’s delicious, it’s delirious and he only dares to break the kiss to ask. “Will you be ours?” —You don’t answer, just bite his lip and begin to thrust your hips to him, as a way to distract him but he’s not dumb and less of all, a quitter, so he won’t give up, none of them will!
Baji’s strong hands anchor you to him, perched on either side of your hips as he rams you from behind, your eyes have been blank for more than fifteen minutes, his name rolls off your tongue like your private mantra and from his tongue rolls: “Say yes,” his ragged breath demands, “Stop torturing us and say yes, shit!” The answer he wants to hear isn’t spoken but that doesn’t discourage him from cumming deep inside you -marking you from the inside out at least gives him so kind of relieve-….
Mitsuya’s attempts are more tender, kisses and cuddles, your naked bodies tangled in each other, the strong fingers of his fist tangled among your sweaty strands of silky hair, each thrust hitting that special place inside you that makes you see stars, his lips only parting to adore you and when you think you’re safe: “We will take care of you, we will go out of our way for you… just say yes, just grant us that favor—be OURS….”. Apparently being filled by each and every one of these gang members isn’t enough, moaning their names and marking their necks with hickey doesn’t satisfy them, they want you for themselves, they want you in their gang as their banner as their princess.
Mikey is the most stubborn, his fat thumb slides under your skirt, snaking behind your panties, two fingers accompanying it to slip inside you, drumming and circling your clit as if it were the joystick of an Xbox control, your flushed cheeks and half-open lids delight him, makes him drunk and dizzy, just being able to put you in that delirious state. He knows it’s his mission in life to have you like this forever, you’re his, you must conquer Tokyo with them, you must stop resisting and agree to their terms. Mikey doesn’t waste any moment to ask, while he kisses you, while he eats you out, while he makes you cum harder than ever.
“Will you be ours? ....yesyesyesyes-?”
Their teamwork is weakening your good judgment, it’s too much, your knees buckle, and your voice is a permanent moan. Damn! Your shivering lips parted and the gazes of the four gang members shine with hope. Anxiety and stress can be detected in their clenched fists, a heavy silence falls over everyone when you say:
“I’m already yours, why do we need to tag it… I’m not going anywhere.”
There is disappointment, frustration, even anger but also amusement in their features. They won’t accept a refusal. They will just have to keep convincing you, again and again and again. You are stubborn, but so are they.
This man is not stopping when you say, “just the tip”..
MDNI.
(f!reader)
To be fair. He let you say it. An attempt was made. He just smirks like it’s cute. His big hands cup the back of your neck, cradling the back of your head gently to give you the thought of the hope you're thinking you received. thumb brushing and stroking your jaw real slow and soft, like he’s being sweet.
“yeah? just the tip, huh?”
And you nod all soft, legs open, eyes fluttery and batting at him, squirmin’, your hearts pumpin' fast, already breathin’ heavy and pussy drooling like it knows he’s lying.
Pussy clenching around nothing but the effect of the cold air that comes past you as it sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. Your hips slightly jerk upwards and your body twitches at nothing. Tightening around nothing as your body protests. You should just give in.
He proceeds in pressing the head of his cock against your drooling cunny, just like you asked right? Real thick and hot and twitchin’. Right against your weepingly wet hole. You gasp, wriggle a little, squirm and writhe under him. Whisperin' something all meek and shaky like,
“j-jus’ the tip, ‘kay? jus’ wanna feel it…nothin else...” you chirp out all soft and cute like. Your eyes flick up towards him. Hoping he’d listen this time. Gaze filled with a weak sense of plea with no signs of control at all, you could at least use your voice to tell him what you want now before it’s gone.
And then. Pop.
Tip's in. Barely.
You sigh like it’s heaven. a breath you didnt know you were holding in was released. But he’s starin’ down at your lil hole like he’s never gonna leave it again.
“…nah, bunny. you knew that wasn’t gon’ work.”
Cause now he’s pushin' in more than the tip.
Inch by inch. Sliding into your walls.
Your lil cunt’s already suckin' him in like it’s desperate, stretching so slow it stings.
You squeal, push at his chest weakly, voice all whiny and whimpery. But he just uses one of his hands and collects both your wrists together and force them above your head to keep your you there from moving. From protesting any further. His unoccupied hand moved down to your thighs and just spreads you wider for him.
“sayin’ just the tip like a fuckin’ tease. tight lil pussy's too greedy for that.”
Pushing further into you anyways. Your back arches. Your voice comes out in a scream. A cry of pleasure. He hits deep. All of him inside of you. Cock heavy, mean, hittin' that spot that makes you go all glossy eyed and useless.
You’re whining now, legs trembling, drool leakin' out the side of your lips.
“nghhh- mmn! f-full, full-can’t--s’too much!-”
He doesn’t stop. Not once. Not even when you cry.
Just chuckles, breath heavy and hot. Leaning in closer to your face as he roughly grips your face to lick the sweat off your cheek. Pulling away to look at how badly he has you ruined.
“shouldn’t talk shit if you can’t handle it, princess.”
He drags out slow, cock all thick and wet from your messy lil cunny, only just to slam back in so hard your tits bounce. Again. And again. Rhythm deep and filthy, tryna rearrange every part of you that ever thought she could say “just the tip” and mean it.
His hand on your throat now, wrapping around it just enough to warn you with the aura of his assertiveness. Forcing you to look at him.
“look so dumb like this. fuckin’ ruined off one cock. cryin’ over somethin’ you asked for.”
You’re twitching underneath him, can’t even form words. Just tiny useless gasps and failed fallen words from your tongue. “uhhnn-uhhn-fuck!” sounds that make him groan into your neck.
And when he finishes. seed running deep, full of heat, spilling all that cum in your sore lil hole. you’re still whimpering, begging for him to stop. But he doesn’t. He stays inside. Cock still hard.
