How dare you? I'm sorry! No sorrys today little girl! My pretty girl blatantly ignored Daddy's rules. He shakes his head and pats his lap, over my lap you know what to do. I shake my head with a small pout, please...I'll- no excuses. Obviously I need to teach you again, he grabs my wrist and pulls me close. A hand coming up to my face pulling me down and squeezing my cheek. Daddy only takes care of the prettiest girls and I catch you doubting that? Doubting yourself? I won't have that happening in my house. Now get over my lap like a good little girl.
He lets go of my face and I huff with an eye roll. All I'm doing is speaking up, I bite back. I'm not the prettiest, smallest, or any of the other things you say. His gaze softens, says who? Says everyone! I throw my hands up in frustration. I'm not everyone, he stands up towering over me. I find you gorgeous, small compared to me, and everything I want. He grabs my chin again, we can have this conversation in or out of the scene you decide. In, I say softly as I look away. Okay then like I said I want you over my lap, he takes a seat. I sigh and put myself over his lap, that's a good girl. He coos softly as I feel him push my dress up. Exposing my panties to him, always has a pretty pair on to match how pretty she is.
I feel him grab my bottom, playing with the fat. I've always been so in love with these curves. I whine softly, you are going to talk with me. He hooks his fingers on my panties and pulls them down. I hear him moan softly at the sight, I've got such a precious girl on my lap don't i? I feel a hit on my bottom when I take a minute to respond. Y-yes you do daddy! That's right, you know what I love about her? Another hit, no... You don't? Oh well I love how she behaved with me, another hit. How she dresses, one more hit. How nice she can be, another. Love when she talks about anything and everything, another hit. That she's so different from other girls, I gasp when a hit falls on my cunt. How she fits so perfectly with me, he rubs my slits. Right? Y-yes...i fit so perfectly with you, my voice strained.
This pretty little clit, he laughs softly as he uses his thumb to rub it. Daddy- shush little girl, if it's not to tell me how pretty you are I don't wanna hear it. I whine softly and bite my lip. Such a small hole...doesn't matter how often it takes my cock. He suddenly hits my cunt a couple times, if you expect more pleasure than pain you better start talking pretty to me, princess. I take a deep breath and struggle to think of words, I'm daddy's pretty girl. I was stupid and silly to not see my beauty, I squeal when he goes back to rubbing my clit. Only the most pretty and important girls can take my daddy's cock. And that is? That's me! I feel like I'm getting closer, I'm daddy's only pretty and important girl. Good girl, he smacks my cunt again before going back to rubbing my clit.
Don't you ever forget that, he coos softly. My girl, my princess, and my everything. My legs shake as I get closer, if daddy makes you cum you have to promise to talk to me through these things. I gasp and nod, yes! I'll talk to daddy instead of being a brat, daddy knows it can be hard to talk- I cut him off, please let me cum. He laughs softly, my pretty girl can cum. I moan softly and finally let go, look at the fat cunt... so pretty and all for me.
I need dad to realize how desperate I am. I need him to catch me with my hand in my panties. He barged into my bedroom because I had been spending too much time alone. I want him to scold me for being such a desperate daughter. I didn't teach you to be such a desperate girl! As he forces me to sit up, grabs my phone, looks at it, and scuffs. Porn? Really? Look at me when I'm talking to you! Do I pay for this phone and wifi for you to be a pervert?! Sighs and rolls his eyes at my quivering bottom lip and sniffles.
What's even happening here? Is that the Consent non Consent shit? That's what my little girl is into?! No,Dad... I'm sorry I won't do it again. I was wrong, I hiccups. Looks at me and chucks my phone aside, grabbing my fat thighs and spreading them open. No? Grabs my inner thighs, even with panties on this is soaked. You wanna tell me no when there's a damn wet spot on the bed?! Yanks my panties to the side while pushing me back again. Wet and stick, a damn mess that's what you are. That's why you've been locked up here? You know daddy was worried? His little girl shutting herself out but it was all because she wanted to play with herself. Spreads my slits apart and looks at my clit, look at how sensitive that poor pearl is.
Dad, I'm panicked but my squirming is no use against him. I melt into the sheets when I feel his thumb on my clit. You always make these big messes, princess? He keeps rubbing my clit and I shake my head. It's been so bad lately, I whine as I grab the sheets. You need help...rubbing your clit isn't going to solve that need. He shakes his head and pulls away. Can't believe I have a damn desperate little girl in my house, he mumbles as he undoes his belt. I promise I'm usually so much more controlled, I hiccup and watch him pull his cock out. I know you are that's why I'm so disappointed, what happened? Why does dad have to handle this? He's playing all his cards right, he knows damn well he wants this just as much. Taps his cock a couple times on my clit, now dad has to do this. He starts forcing his cock into me, such a big girl and such a small hole.
Pushes my legs back as he pushes his cock deeper. A small whimper leaving my lips, the stretch was so different but I wanted it. You won't tell anyone this happened, lightly smacks my cheek. Understand me? No one must know that I have such a needy and desperate daughter, he groans as he starts to fuck me. I will be the only one to handle you like this. Only me and my cock will help you, he grabs my neck and squeezes. Yes, dad! I squeak as my nails dig into the sheets. Good girl, let me help you not be so desperate. Whenever you start to feel like this again you come to me.
you've always felt so full whenever ichigo slides into you, his thick cock stretching your pussy just right. it's like he knows exactly how much you can take, filling you up with slow, deliberate thrusts that make your toes curl and your breath hitch. you cling to his broad shoulders, moaning into his neck as he rocks his hips, that delicious pressure building deep inside you until you shatter around him. he groans your name, his voice rough and low, and you swear nothing could feel better than this, being claimed by your boyfriend, body and soul.
but tonight, something's different. you're both tangled in the sheets of his bed, the room dimly lit by the streetlight filtering through the curtains. ichigo's on top, his muscular frame pinning you down in the best way, sweat glistening on his skin. he kisses you deeply, tongue tangling with yours as he pushes in, and you gasp at the familiar stretch. half of him, you think absently, because that's all it ever feels like, enough to hit every sensitive spot, to make your walls clench greedily around his girth. you're pleased, so full, your hips bucking up to meet him as he grinds against you.
he picks up the pace, fucking you with steady strokes that have you whimpering, your nails digging into his back. "fuck, you feel so good," he mutters, burying his face in your hair. you come undone quickly, your pussy pulsing around that thick half of his cock, waves of pleasure crashing over you until you're boneless beneath him. ichigo follows soon after, spilling inside you with a guttural moan, his body shuddering as he collapses half on top of you.
as you both catch your breath, you shift slightly, feeling him still semi-hard inside you. your hand trails down his side, curious, and you reach between your legs, fingers brushing where you're joined. that's when you feel it—the rest of him, untouched, hanging heavy and thick against your thigh. your eyes widen, heart stuttering as the realization hits.
only half. he's been holding back this whole time, giving you just enough to satisfy, but never the full length. why? is it because he thinks you can't handle it? that you're too fragile, too small for all of him?
a wave of insecurity crashes over you, hot and stinging. your chest tightens, and you pull away slightly, turning your face into the pillow to hide the tears pricking at your eyes. you feel sad, inadequate, like maybe you're not enough for him. does he not trust you with everything? or worse, does he pity you?
ichigo notices immediately. he's attuned to you like that, always has been. he lifts his head, concern etching his features as he cups your cheek, turning you to face him. "hey, what's wrong?" his voice is soft, thumb brushing away a stray tear. you bite your lip, glancing down, and he follows your gaze. understanding dawns in his eyes, and he curses under his breath. "shit, baby… you figured it out."
he pulls out gently, and you whimper at the loss, but he doesn't let you dwell. rolling onto his back, he tugs you on top of him, his hands firm on your hips. "i've been careful because you're so tight, so perfect. didn't want to hurt you. but if you want it all… i'll give it to you." his cock twitches against your slick folds, fully hard now, the sheer size of it making your breath catch. it's massive, long and thick, veins pulsing along the length that you've only ever felt half of.
you nod, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up, and he guides you down slowly. the head breaches you first, stretching your entrance wider than before, and you gasp, hands splaying on his chest for balance. inch by inch, he sinks deeper, past the point you've known, filling you impossibly full. your pussy flutters around him, adjusting to the new depth, the burn of the stretch mingling with sharp pleasure. "ichigo," you gasp, rocking your hips tentatively as he bottoms out, his balls pressing against your ass.
he groans, head falling back against the pillow, eyes dark with lust. "fuck, you're taking me so well. all of me." his hands grip your thighs, urging you to move, and you start riding him, slow at first, savoring the way he hits spots you didn't know existed. every thrust sends sparks up your spine, your clit grinding against his pelvis with each downward motion. but ichigo's patience snaps quickly. he flips you onto your back without pulling out, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he starts pounding into you.
the pace is brutal, relentless, his hips slamming against yours with wet, obscene sounds. his cock drags along your walls, the full length fucking you deep, over and over, until your mind goes blank. you can't think, can't form words, only broken cries and pleas for more. "ichigo—fuck—yes, harder!" he obliges, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. your pussy clenches around him, milking his thickness as another orgasm builds, faster and fiercer than before.
he fucks you braindead, just like that. thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release, growling your name like a prayer. you come first, screaming as your vision whites out, body convulsing around his cock, gushing over him in a messy squirt. ichigo doesn't stop, driving through your spasms until he buries himself to the hilt and floods your pussy with hot cum, so much it leaks out around him.
you both collapse, panting, his weight a comforting blanket over you. he kisses your forehead, murmuring apologies and praises, but all you can do is hum, utterly spent and sated, knowing you'll never settle for half again.
he responds to a instagram reply and start fucking
alex hitting your line<3
it was a drunken mistake a stupid, thoughtless, utterly humiliating mistake. you’d known alex for some time, privy to his streams and his attitude. he was cute—sexy, and funny. you really liked him.
so it was when he posted a scandalous, bare shoulders in view selfie; you had to respond.
“you should come over and show me how strong you really are,” and you’re giggling as you send the message.
only, to your horror, a “SEEN” message pops up. your jaw goes slack and your stomach drops as you can’t look away from the burbling chat bubble popping in and out.
“you in cali?”
a squeal as you quickly type your response, “yeah, i am!”
a few minutes go by, and you worry you were overly eager in your reply.
“i’m down to show you.”
you hadn’t expected to be dicked down that very same evening, but alex had good dick. he paid for your uber to his place, and promptly indulged you in a tad more wine and a hand on your thigh.
“wanted to feel how strong i am, hmm? well, how’s this?”
your face is in the pillows, hair messily splayed out as alex fucks into your sopping cunt. his hand winds in your hair to pull you back against his throbbing cock, groaning as your walls squeeze him so tightly he could cum then and there.
“ohfuck, alex, fuck me!! feels good, ohgod, feels so good!”
“yeah,” he grunts with hands gripping the fat of your hips, eagerly tugging you back to meet his thrusts. “fuck, you look so sexy under me like this. back arched, drooling, you’ve been needing this; haven’t you? oooh, god, this pussy needed me.”
you cry out when alex hunkers over you to punish you with hard thrusts, the bed shaking and creaking under his immense effort. you hadn’t expected alex, QUACKITY, to fuck you into his mattress, but you were sure as hell glad to be in the position you were in.
it’s when his hand reaches around to messily rub at your clit do you lose focus, arms collapsing and lips moaning into the sheets. “yes, yes!!! ohmygod, alex, gonna cum so hard. ohgod, wait, fuck—“
“no waiting, wanna feel you here and now, baby,” and he’s pinching your clit with a wicked grin. “gonna cum all over my cock, huh? i can feel how much you want it, that’s it, just let go for me.”
he croons into your ear as you squirt all over him, the liquid soaking the towel underneath your joined hips as you spasm with ecstasy. alex keeps up the pace, stretching your walls and feeling every delicious squeeze of your cunt.
your hips buck, and you’re so… slutty as you back yourself up against him; tears in your eyes as you turn to glance at him. “wanna feel your cum, want you to breed me.”
“yeah? you want me to cum inside? are you suuuure?”
he drags out the word with a lazy smirk, hips shallowly moving in and out of you. your lip tucks out in a pout as you nod, sniffling and whining for his fat tip to spear your insides once more.
“alright,” he hums, a hand massaging the meat of your ass. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum so fast ‘cause of you. you just feel too good.”
he picks up the pace, balls tightening and cock throbbing inside you as he bucks up into your tight hole. he’s let go now, whimpering and biting his lip, sweat dripping down his neck as he ravished you.
he thrusts once, twice, before cumming with a deep groan that leaves shudders coursing through you; he cums hard and fills you to the brim, so much so that his cum leaks out your twitching hole, running down your thigh.
alex is barely coherent as he breathes deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he pulls his soft cock from your folds. “holy fuck, that was…”
you’re just as exhausted, only able to nod in reply.
“hey, don’t tell anyone about this, yeah? that way i can keep fucking you good, you can keep quiet for me, can’t you?”
alex swears he doesn’t like cuddling. “too hot,” he says. “my arm goes numb,” he claims he needs “space to breathe.”
he is lying through his teeth.
because somehow every night ends the same: you, pinned under the weight of him, his face smushed into your neck like he’s trying to suffocate himself with your skin. and if you dare shift, even a little, he makes this pathetic sound—half-groan, half-whine—that has you freezing in guilt.
“don’t move,” he mumbles, voice all muffled.
“alex, i can’t breathe.”
“shhh. oxygen’s overrated.”
he runs warm, like an actual human furnace, and his hands are always everywhere. hooked around your waist, slipped up the back of your shirt, fingertips pressing into your hip like he needs to remind himself you’re real. sometimes he drags you even closer, muttering little nothings in spanish that you’re too tired to translate but still make your heart ache.
you complain. constantly. you tell him he’s heavy, that his hair’s in your mouth, that he hogs the blanket. but the second he tries to roll away, you’re the one yanking him back in with a quiet, “don’t you dare.”
because truthfully? you love it too. the warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his chest rises and falls against your back like he’s syncing you together.
and maybe the best part is how soft he gets. alex, who’s usually all sharp jokes and fast-talking, melts when he’s curled up with you. you catch it in the way he sighs, the way his lips brush your temple, the way he whispers, “te quiero” like it’s a secret just for you.
eventually, he always falls asleep first—clinging to you like a koala, dead weight, impossible to untangle from. and you’re left smiling in the dark, knowing this boy who pretends to hate cuddling would probably stop breathing if it meant staying wrapped up with you.
( i made him speak spanish, i apologize please just use google if you're struggling with understanding, also do correct me if im wrong enjoy!! )
the discussion of having children hasn't came up to you and alex’s relationship, both of you are aware of the large responsibilities it came with
but god forbid alex quackity having a tiktok account, his fyp filled with baby videos that he couldn't help but coo to
“ after marriage “ that's two of you agreed to, after marriage then children, but can't the man just dream?
the boy had been giving you subtle hints, during one time, on live, his viewers notices a pair of baby shoes and started spamming about it, “ oh this? “ he picks up the small shoes, beige brown
< ilikemymenlikequack: is (y/n) pregnant??
< quackadoodledoo: ALEXIS FATHER ERA?
< husbandkosialex: WOI OMG??
“ chat, (y/n) isn't pregnant yet, i just found these on amazon and thought it was cute, “ alex shows off the baby shoes, fixing his beanie with a smile, “ id like to be a dad one day tho “
and it continued, “ chat, isn't this cute? “ alex asks, showing off semi realistic baby doll, one that was given to him during twitchcon, “ it looks so fucking cool “ he chuckles
“ id want this baby to be real in the future “ alex adds, chuckling, and it continued, giving you simple hints, such as baby toys, clothes, and sudden talks of marriage
“ so…. when do you think we'd get married? “ alex looks at you, as you cook dinner for the two of you, “ what? you wanna get married? “
“ when you want to of course, “ he spun on your counter's chair, “ i mean i think it's cute just the two of us having a wedding, rings in both of our fingers, then we can show off to everyone that we're so in love “ he rambles, shrugging his shoulder
you chuckle, “ we're not even fiances yet? “ you face him, turning off the stove as you serve up the dish in plates, “ well, we will be in the future “ alex replies
“ well… i think marriage with you would be great, would be happy and satisfied with my life, but aren't we still young? “ you added as alex makes his way on your dining table, “ hm… right… what about babies? “ quackity asks non chalantly
“ what about babies? “ you repeat, wanting him to get straight to the point, deadpanning him, your hand resting on your hip
“ you know… babies…? “ alex awkwardly chuckles as he scratches the back of his head, “ i know what babies are “ you reply
“ lex… is there something you need to tell me? “ you ask, removing the apron from your torso, hanging it somewhere as you approach him
cupping him by his cheeks, you ask, “ is there something wrong that we need to talk about? “ god, that was one of the reasons why he just wants to marry you right there right now
“...i wanna… get you pregnant “ alex confesses, sighing in defeat as he leans more onto your touch, “ i dont think i can wait after marriage… i wanna see you in cute maternal clothes…, feeding our baby, babying them, i know you'd be the perfect mother, fuck, you're the perfect wife id ever ask for even tho we're not even married yet, it's just… i know i sound selfish and desperate but fuck, “ alex returns your affection by cupping your cheek too, “ i love you so much that i think i wanna make babies with you to show off how much i love you “
alex pecks your cheek, “ i love you so much, i just wanna show you off with our baby in your stomach “ he added, “ can we do it? please? “ he pleaded, “ i know if you think it's too much, but let me be selfish for once please? “
you pause, blinking as your eyes flutter, a faint pink tint appearing on your cheeks, “ lex…, babies are big responsibilities “ you added, “ i know, that's why im working hard aren't i? “ alex replies to you, with a soft gentle tone, caressing your cheek with just his thumb, “ my money’s big enough “
“ fuck… i can marry you right now, take a flight to vegas and get married to that stupid elvis chapel you keep joking about “ alex smiles warmly and affectionately
“ please? mami? “ alex pleaded, and dear lord how you folded so fast, now there's the two of you, making out with small giggles and chuckles
it was warm, gentle and comfortable for the both of you as alex gently pressed you against your bedroom’s door, his tongue swirling with you, making out as if it's your first time again, his hands, rests on your waist, holding on you gently on your place
“ mami you're so beautiful “ he whispers between the kisses, fixing your hair out of your face, before pulling you into a kiss again, your hands resting on his chest as you take the kiss, your lips locked with eachother, passionately and warmly
alex slowly slips his hand in your blouse, resting in your midriff, “ vas a ser una gran mamá para nuestros hijos “ he whispers, pecking your cheek as you giggle softly in response, “ baby… is that why you've been ordering baby stuffs off amazon? “ you ask as he chuckles, nodding, “ i was hoping you'd get the hint “
“ im kinda hints-blinded “ you joke as he chuckles, pecking your neck, trailing kisses all over you, “ i should've told you from the start then “ he added, “ would've been a better idea “ you smile, giggling loudly as he picks you up, holding onto you gently yet tightly, securing his grip on your hand as he press kisses all over your face, “ mami, you're the only person i can think of doing this with me “ alex hums, gently setting you down on your bed, his eyes hovering all over your body as he smiles warmly, seeing you all so pretty underneath him
alex removes his shirt, tossing it to the side, and he leans back down with you, “ mami, i want a little girl, she's going to be as beautiful as you, “ he cuts himself off with a kiss to your collarbone, “ as smart as you, “ he kisses your upper chest, gently guiding you to take off your top, before continuing, “ as kind as you “ alex pecks your chest, “ as friendly as you “ he pecks your stomach, his hand resting on the waistband of your shorts, gently tugging it down with your underwear
“ as perfect as you are “ alex lowers, now pecking on pelvis, “ alex… didn't know you're shakespeare “ you joke, giggling, causing him to chuckle in response, “ oh fuck off mami im trying to be romantic here “ he added, smiling warmly, his eyes filled with love and adoration as he fixes your hair
“ im… going to make you feel so loved “ alex replies as he nuzzles his mouth onto your clitoris, liking a strip on your warm organ with smile on his lips, “ you already make me feel so love lex “ you reply as her intertwines his hand with yours, the other holding you up
“ it's not enough “ alex replies as he kisses your clit, sucking it, lapping you, nuzzling his warm tongue, “ it is enough “ you mutters, moaning softly as you squeezes his hand
“ not for me that is, “ as alex eats you out, his finger gently enters you, feeling your wetness and tighness as you moan softly, alex finding a moment as he playfully scolds you, “ can you stop being such a smartass so i can fuck you, querido dios por favor “
you cackle, giggling as he smiles warmly, his finger thrusting into you with his tongue wetting you all up, you toss your head back, moaning softly as your other hand kneads with your breast
alex maintains eye contact, giving you heart eyes with every reaction you could possibly release, god, that man is so in love with you, chuckling softly, seeing how you gasp when he enters another finger in, admiring how you squeezed his hand in response
“ hah… lex “ you whimper out as his fingers skillfully scissors you, “ does it feels good mami? “ he asks, lapping you like a damn dog, enjoying your slickness as you nods, your finger dancing gentle with your nipples, kneading you breast as the other squeezes his hand
after a few minutes of sucking, fingering, you felt a familiar pool in your stomach as you gasp, “ lex.. lex.. im close “ you moan out, louder than the rest as alex nods, kissing your clitoris as he fastens his finger, causing you a few sharp gasps
“ do it mami, make a mess to my face “ alex reassures you, licking a stripe as you groan out in pleasure, seeing your legs shake, and with a squirt of your juices in his face, alex accomplished what he wanted, even tho, that was just the first step
he pecked your clit one last time, before pulling away, you making a mess on his face as he giggles, watching you whine out as he pulls out his finger, “ so pretty, mi linda esposa “
seeing him chuckle and smile, couldn't help but bring a smile on your face too, you just couldn't believe you're making a baby with the man you've loved for years, alex as gently as possible, spreaded your legs, propping himself between it as he pecks the side of your ankle, releasing your intertwined finger as he whistles in amusement seeing you all so flustered and pink
“ i love you “ alex mutters as he slips his pants down with his boxers, “ i love so much mami, you're going to be such a pretty and perfect wife and mamá to our daughter “
as he worships your body, his eyes not letting a single crevice of your body left untouched or unloved, he hums as he gently enters your body, the two of you gasp in unison, “ you alright mami? “ he asks, making sure you felt pleasure instead of pain, his almond shaped brown eye watches you, filled with adoration and love as you bit your lip, nodding
“ im moving, ¿bueno?, tell me if it hurts, ill stop mami “ alex gently warns as his hips roll against you gently, watching you moan out, your eyes fluttering in pleasure, enjoying how your body bounces with every single thrust
you chuckle softly, a warm intimate moment like this was just perfect, he was perfect for you, a pretty, gentle, kind boy who'd do everything, just to make you feel loved, if you were to switch places and had the dick, you'd probably do the same
you moan out, as he leans down, kissing you, his arm wrapped around your torso, flattening you as his thrusts continues, his tongue swirling with yours, feeling the smile on his lips
your lips stayed intact, only pulling away for taking breathes, noticing his thrusts speeding up as he groans, “ te amo mucho, seré la esposa más bonita que jamás haya existido “ he whispers, as you moan back in reply
“ te amaré por siempre y te adoraré como si fueras mi dios, te amo mucho, no puedo creer que seas mía y que estemos haciendo esto “ he added, alex groans out as he holds onto tightly
“ feels so good mami? “ alex mutters, staggering slightly as you nod in response, moaning, as you gasp
“ ah fuck.. fuck… im so close “ alex gasps, “ let me be selfish this time, ¿está bien? “ he added as he tightens his hold onto you, his hips thrusting faster and faster, your moans and gasps giving him more power to just get you pregnant right there
“ fuck fuck fuck fuck “ with every curse his thrusts was speeding up, kissing you all over your face as you receive him, “ será la esposa más bonita que jamás haya existido, ¿eh? “
“ te luciré muy bien en casa, todos se sorprenderán de lo bonita que eres cuando estás embarazada, ¿de acuerdo? “ he groans out, catching his high as he climaxes into you, filling you up with his seed, making you a mother
BIG DUMMY
tw: dubcon/ noncon, manhandling, size kink
men who insist on blocking your way with their large frames at every opportunity they have. those who accidentally stand in front of you, and whatever object you want to get, ensuring you can't get by without asking them or pushing them aside. and those who conveniently appear when you need to get something that's high up.
men who annoy the shit out of you by insisting that you're just so much smaller than him. who look down at you with a condescending smirk as you angrily explain to him that you're not 'that' small. the ones who grab whatever you have and grin at you while they hold it high above you. forcing you to stretch and jump to get it back.
men who chuckle as you try to push them back and fight them off. who catch your smaller wrists in their large palm and easily pull you against them. men who insist on dropping their full weight over you - crushing you especially when you're in his bed.
men who when you snap back at how big, dumb and annoying he is, tell you that he has something even bigger to show you. who wrestle you down on the couch, bed, or floor, effortlessly, and pin you with one hand.
men who like to push their thick dicks inside your cunt. watching as you thrash about, scream, and beg him to stop, to slow down. men who think you sound sooo cute when he has you crying about how he's 'too big' how he needs to 'stop' or whatever. the ones who love the feel of your fluttering pussy around his hard cock. who enjoy your soft, small hands pushing against his chest. who can't get enough of your gummy walls, squeezing the life out of him.
men who love the size difference so much that it turned him into some kind of sick fuck. but you must be just as sick, since you always cum when he has you under him.
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.