#and size differences

[blumineck]

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[technovillain]

i come from the universe where everything is the same except disney heroines get like an ounce of their fathers' obviously dominant genes and their clothes are like 80% more historically accurate. it's beautiful here.

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[blanchebees]

Drawing a lot of yearning lately

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[your-internet-bf]

It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."

You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...

"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"

"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?

"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"

Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.

"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."

As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.

We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.

"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.

I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.

"Very good, one more time for me."

You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.

"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."

The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?

While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.

"I'm - I'm sorry?"

"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."

You stare at me. "Remove my - "

"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.

I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.

I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.

Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."

I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."

Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.

"And spread for us, please."

Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.

"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "

You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...

My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".

The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.

The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.

"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."

The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.

You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"

"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"

You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.

One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.

It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.

The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."

Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."

"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.

You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...

The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.

You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.

"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."

Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.

"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."

[mindless-rweraidtiinng]

Size difference >>>

Artist: original artist: miizzeee, pixiv: user50449127

[itsonlycherry]

wow!! your hands are so big compared to mine… and your torso… and your thighs… you could really do anything you wanted to with me, you know that right? i’m so much smaller than you are, you could just manhandle me. shove me anywhere you want… pick me up and throw me about. i wouldn’t even mind.

[albinogel]

[2cupids]

fwb!bakugo is the only guy that’s made you cum from penetration alone. mdni (17+).

one minute some broken sentence is leaving your mouth about how he’s too deep, and the next you’re seeing colors as your pussy squeezes tightly around him.

katsuki slows down, hand still pressed against your lower tummy to feel the outline of his cock, as he watches you with a crooked grin. his already inflated ego growing bigger.

nearly a minute has passed and your walls are still pulsating with satisfaction around his thick dick. he almost grunts, but he quickly covers it by grumbling about how it’ll take more than that to make him cum this quick.

the after shocks of your orgasm are still flowing deeply through your body and katsuki never stops fucking you through it, not even once. crimson eyes stay glued to the blissful expression on your face, waiting for the moment he can resume his bruising rhythm again.

the second you give him the go ahead, his hips are bucking into yours—just like before—propelling your body forward on the bed.

“what were you bitchin’ about again?” he chuckles. his curved dick and brushes over your gspot again and draws another moan from you.

“doesn’t matter. if i hear you open that pretty mouth again and you’re not telling me how much you love this dick?” he growls. “i’ll fuck that attitude outta you. have you beggin’ me to stop ‘cause this pussy can’t handle it.”

your blood runs even hotter than before with increased arousal from his words. a warm hand glides up your body, grazing your breast in the process before he takes your chin between his fingers.

“that’s a promise.”

[nixnuevo]

my partner said spamtenna magnet so i drew it immediately

[c-tepx]

soooo to laios chilchuck is roughly the size of his dogs. huh. i am so normal about this.

[onlypinkslut]

warning 18+ older roommate!toji fushiguro x college f!reader he’s sad. quiet. heavy. you let him use your ass when he’s upset 🎀

you weren’t even supposed to live with him that long.

it was meant to be a temporary thing three months max. just until your lease got sorted out, or until your boyfriend found a place closer to campus. but then three months turned into five, and then midterms came, and then your boyfriend said he didn’t want a roommate after all. and you were still here. still in that quiet, cool apartment with the fridge full of protein shakes and beer, and the hallway that always smelled like his cologne.

toji was older than you. older in that hard-to-place way. he never said his age, but you knew it was somewhere between thirty and forty. maybe closer to forty. the lines around his mouth made him look tired, but his body didn’t. he worked out every day, left early, came back late, didn’t talk much, didn’t smile much either. you always felt like he noticed more than he let on. always watching, but quiet about it.

it wasn’t flirty. not at first.

just weird little moments.

like the way he’d look at you too long when you came home from class in one of your tiny skirts. or how he never asked about your boyfriend, even when you were pacing around the living room whispering into the phone at night. or how he always seemed to walk in right after you showered, towel still wrapped around your body, hair dripping down your back.

but he never crossed the line.

until tonight.

you were on the couch, like always.

your little shorts were riding up from how you were lying on your stomach, tank top thin and braless underneath. you weren’t even trying to be cute. just comfy.

your boyfriend had texted you something boring, so you were ignoring him. scrolling tiktok. humming under your breath.

and then the front door slammed.

you jumped a little. turned your head slowly.

he was standing there. fists clenched. jaw locked. breathing uneven like he just came back from a fight.

you blinked.

you okay?

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at the wall for a second like he was trying to talk himself down from something.

then, he came over. not fast. not threatening. just walked slowly to the couch and dropped down beside you, hard, his big body sinking deep into the cushions.

he was still in his gym clothes. black shirt stretched tight across his chest, sweat dried along his collar. you could smell him.

he didn’t look at you when he spoke.

fuckin bitch at work tried to make a scene.

you stayed quiet. let him talk.

snapped at me in front of everybody. like she thought i was gonna sit there and let her.

you rested your chin on your palm. glanced over at him.

what did you do?

he scoffed.

walked out. told the boss she could fire me if she wanted.

he rubbed his face.

i’m fucking tired.

you nodded. it was weird seeing him like that angry but quiet. his voice low and hoarse, like he’d been holding it in all day.

he looked over at you.

you always this quiet?

you shrugged.

sometimes.

you heard him sigh again. then he leaned back, stretching one leg out, his thigh almost touching yours.

you laughed softly, glancing back at your phone.

he stared at you for a second too long.

you don’t mind if i sit here a bit, right?

you shook your head.

you live here too.

his gaze lingered.

can i ask you something?

you nodded.

what’s your boyfriend do when you’re upset?

you paused. looked up.

uh… i guess he talks to me? i don’t know. asks what’s wrong.

toji smirked. not cruel. just… knowing.

talks.

yeah.

he leaned over suddenly, one thick palm resting on your lower back, fingers spread gently.

can i try something?

you blinked.

what?

his tone was calm. quiet. almost careful.

s’nothing, don’t make it weird. just… helps me calm down.

his leg moved, sliding up behind yours. his whole body shifted until he was hovering over your ass.

i’m just gonna sit like this for a second. don’t move.

you didn’t have time to react. he eased down, slow, his full weight settling over the backs of your thighs, his hips pressing gently against the swell of your ass.

you could feel it. thick. heavy. even through both layers.

your mouth parted.

toji…

shh. not weird. it’s not sexual.

he rocked forward, slow, grinding his hips into the softness of your ass, slow and rhythmic.

just helps me. not thinking about you. just need to relax.

his hands smoothed up your sides. then back down. you felt his breath on your neck.

you feel warm. soft. grounding.

your thighs squeezed together.

you should’ve told him to stop.

you had a boyfriend.

you weren’t supposed to like this.

but he rolled his hips again, slower this time, a soft grunt in his throat.

feels better already.

and you didn’t move.

you didn’t even breathe.

just stayed there, heavy on top of you, hips pressed into your ass, breathing slower now. you could feel the heat of him through his sweats. the way his cock had thickened, twitching occasionally against your soft shorts.

you didn’t say anything. neither did he.

for a long time, it was just the sound of the tv playing something you weren’t watching, your phone screen dimming in your hand.

then, slowly, his voice came again. lower this time. not angry. just… tired.

she took everything.

you blinked.

he was staring at the floor in front of the couch, arms braced on either side of your waist.

the house. the cars. even the fuckin dog.

his body moved over yours, barely rocking, just enough to keep himself calm.

and megumi. she took him too. didn’t even let me fight for custody. said i was too unstable.

his voice cracked a little.

was i a bad dad?

you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard.

i don’t think so. you’re a kind man toji..

his breath shuddered behind you.

he leaned down a little, chest pressing against your back.

you remind me of how things used to feel before everything went to shit.

you looked down at your hand. it was trembling.

toji…

he cut you off, softly.

no, i’m serious. you’re calm. sweet. you don’t make me feel like i’m losing my mind every time i come home.

his hips rolled again. slower now. deeper.

i’m not trying to make this weird.

you squeezed your thighs together.

it’s just comfort.

you didn’t move.

you should’ve.

his hips were still rolling gently over yours, steady and quiet, like it was just breathing. like it wasn’t anything filthy, just some low, grounding rhythm he needed to stay sane. he wasn’t moaning. wasn’t panting. he wasn’t even hard yet. that’s what made it worse.

he was just calm.

and something about that scared you more than if he’d pinned you down.

his hand was still on your back. not holding you. just resting there, like he needed to feel you moving with him.

you felt so soft tonight.

you felt like permission.

he didn’t say anything for a minute. just moved slowly, the heat of his sweats dragging over your ass with every push of his hips.

his hips pressed forward just a little more that time. the drag of him against you firmer now.

you were quiet. you didn’t want to hear this.

but he kept going.

she got cold after megumi. turned into someone else. someone bitter. angry.

you closed your eyes.

and you? you’re not like that.

he reached down again, the tips of his fingers dragging over the waistband of your little shorts.

you’re still warm. you still make people feel safe even broken bastards like me.

you sucked in a breath. your legs tensed, thighs trembling.

toji…

his hand didn’t move. it just stayed there, warm and big and slow.

shhh. not doing anything. just feeling you.

he leaned down now, chest heavy against your back, breath brushing the edge of your ear.

you’re tense. don’t be. this isn’t weird.

you tried to shift your hips. his hand caught them. gently. firmly.

i know it’s hard. being touched like this by someone older. someone who’s supposed to be safe.

his voice dropped lower.

but baby, i am safe.

you let out a shaky breath. your phone slipped from your hand to the floor.

he didn’t even flinch.

you want me to stop?

you nodded.

he paused.

then pulled your shorts down anyway.

only halfway. just enough to let your cheeks spill out, bare and soft under his palms.

see? nothing bad’s happening. just skin. just you and me. you have a cute butt sweetheart.

you should’ve screamed.

you should’ve left.

but he was gentle. slow. sweet even, in a way that made your stomach flutter and ache.

his cock was hard now. you could feel it dragging thick and heavy along your ass, clothed still, but pulsing.

his hands held your hips like they were something fragile.

god… your body.

he breathed it out, low and wrecked, like he’d been holding it in for years.

so much softer than hers.

he lifted you gently. rolled his hips up against your bare ass, the thin fabric of your panties wet now, clinging.

just keep letting me.

you whimpered.

but you didn’t stop me.

he leaned in closer, lips brushing your neck.

your boyfriend still young, chasing life.. maybe he doesn’t touch you like this.

maybe he doesn’t see you like i do.

he thrust again, slow and deeper this time, grinding into the soft spot between your thighs.

your legs spread without meaning to.

fuck, he whispered. that’s it.

just let me soothe myself.

he rubbed his cock along the curve of your pussy, still covered by your soaked panties, every stroke a little longer now, a little heavier.

you felt his hand move around to your stomach, holding you still, the other sliding over your lower back, stroking you.

you’re not doing anything wrong.

his breath was so close now.

you’re just helping me.

and the worst part was..

it felt true.

he didn’t stop.

his hands stayed on your body even while he talked, like touching you helped the words come out smoother. he kept one palm low on your spine, warm and firm, grounding you to the couch, while the other slid lower, curving over the round of your ass.

he gave it a squeeze first.

then rubbed it.

then shook it once, gently, like he was testing the weight of you.

god… she never let me touch her like this anymore.

he said it like it was nothing.

like he wasn’t palming your bare ass cheeks while grinding his cock up between them.

every fake thrust was a little heavier now, cock dragging up the crack of your ass through his sweats and your panties. you were soaked. you didn’t even know when it happened. maybe sometime after his first groan. or maybe after that third thrust when he whispered you’re softer than her.

he rolled his hips forward again, this time deeper, until the fabric between you was hot and damp and clinging.

his voice cracked mid-sentence.

before the baby. before the fucking lawyers.

his thumb hooked the thin waistband of your panties. didn’t pull just played with it, twisting the fabric, tugging it up slightly between your cheeks so it pressed tighter against your pussy lips.

she used to beg for it. used to say she loved how strong i was.

he tugged your panties again. then let them snap back lightly against your skin.

you stayed silent. frozen. dizzy.

now i’m just a paycheck. just a man she wants to rot.

he lifted your hips up again, forcing you to arch slightly, your ass in the air now, bare and soft and trembling under his weight.

but you… fuck, baby, you’re like a memory.

he moaned a little under his breath, grinding down harder, dragging the full length of his cock along your soaked fabric.

you’re like how women used to be. quiet. soft. grateful.

you let out a shaky breath.

his hand stroked the curve of your ass slowly, then squeezed again.

then both hands were on you palming, groping, parting your cheeks just enough to press himself between them.

you feel so fuckin good.

his voice cracked again.

i haven’t touched anyone since the divorce.

he rolled his hips again. the fabric twisted. your panties were soaked through, sticking to your slit, your clit catching just slightly with every grind.

and your boyfriend… he has no idea.

he chuckled softly. not mean. not cruel. just… certain.

you’re laying here with your shorts pulled down and your soaked little pussy rubbing against my cock.

he leaned closer, lips at your ear, breathing heavy.

you whispered his name.

toji…

he kissed the back of your neck.

not sweet.

not gentle.

just claiming.

shhh. i know, baby.

his fingers slid under the band of your panties this time. deeper. skin to skin now. not rushing. just resting them there.

you’re just helping.

and i’m gonna keep using you like this until my cock stops hurting.

his hips pressed forward hard. slow. deliberate. your clit throbbed. your thighs trembled.

just my own little remedy.

my soft little cure.

his hands started rubbing again. up and down your hips. over your ass. down to your thighs.

you’re such a good girl.

his cock dragged right over your cunt. again. again. again.

and the worst part was

you were clenching.

his hands didn’t stop.

they moved like he was sculpting you, rubbing your skin slow, gripping deep in some places, featherlight in others. he was rocking his hips now in soft, lazy grinds cock heavy and leaking behind the fabric of his sweats, dragging up and down your soaked slit through your panties like it was nothing. like it was natural.

your shorts were bunched around your knees. your panties soaked and crooked. and your ass was wide open in his lap, his hands sliding around it, shaping it, spreading it every few seconds just to watch it part.

and god, he watched.

he looked between your cheeks like it was holy.

not rushed. not desperate. just fixated.

fuck… look at this.

he whispered it like awe.

look how perfect you are down here.

his thumbs spread your ass open wider. you felt the cool air hit everything your folds, your twitching hole, the slick that made your panties stick.

you whimpered.

he leaned in. you felt his breath on your lower back.

you’ve got the prettiest lil pussy i’ve ever seen.

he let your cheeks fall back together with a soft slap. then parted them again.

and this fuckin hole… twitchin like it knows.

he chuckled under his breath. slow, low.

baby, this is insane. it’s so tight. so small.

he spread your ass again. stared. watched it clench.

god, you’re squeezin up for me.

you buried your face in the couch.

toji, please…

please what?

he closed your cheeks again. rubbed them in slow circles, then grabbed both and shook them softly, admiring the bounce.

you feel how hard i am, right? just from looking at it.

he ground his cock back between them, slow, dragging it over your pussy lips again and again.

not even fuckin you. just looking at you.

he parted your ass again. slow. careful. reverent.

your lil hole is fluttering like it wants to be kissed.

you let out a soft cry. he groaned.

fuck, you’re perfect. every inch of you. this is what real women look like. not those fake women who don’t know how to take care of a man.

his hand dragged up your inner thigh, fingers brushing the damp edge of your panties.

you’ve got folds like heaven. warmth like home.

he rocked again. slower. your panties clung to your clit now.

i could stare at this pussy for hours. never even fuck it. just rub on it. feel how soft she is.

he kissed your lower back. then kissed just above your ass.

you were trembling now. thighs shaking. face buried in a pillow.

you’re made to be held like this.

he spread you again, slowly. wider this time.

fuck. it’s twitching again.

he moaned, dragging his cock between your cheeks like it was a silk pocket.

don’t worry, baby. i won’t put it in.

he kissed the dip of your spine.

not unless you beg.

and even then, i’d take my time.

you’re not a hole to fuck.

you’re a place to rest.

he rubbed your ass again. grabbed both cheeks. shook them. groaned.

i’ll fuckin cum just like this.

he buried his cock between them again, grinding hard, low, moaning softly like he was almost there.

your hole’s too cute to ruin.

your pussy’s too perfect to rush.

he dragged his tip down once more, pressing it just over your clit through the soaked fabric.

let me finish like this, baby.

just let me use it.

just a lil longer.

his hand reached back down.

this time there was no pause. no warning. no question.

he hooked his thick fingers in the sides of your panties and pulled them down, slowly, steadily, inch by inch, until they slid over the swell of your ass, your soaked folds, your trembling thighs.

he groaned softly, more breath than voice, and let them drop to your knees, then slipped them off completely, tossing them somewhere behind the couch.

then he sat back on his knees, both palms full of your ass, eyes locked between your legs like it was sacred.

fuck.

his voice came out ragged now.

you’re even prettier bare.

you didn’t say anything. you couldn’t. your face was buried, your body on fire.

he parted your cheeks again, slow and steady.

little hole’s twitching again.

he stared, quiet, fixated.

then tilted his head.

is it cause you’re nervous? or cause you like this?

he didn’t wait for an answer.

he just kept looking.

your asshole fluttered open gently with every slow breath. your pussy below was wet and glistening, folds soft and slightly parted from how swollen you were.

goddamn, baby��

he rubbed his thumbs around your hole in lazy, slow circles, not touching the center. just framing it.

your body knows what it’s doing.

he spread you wider. let your hole open, then held it. watched it.

look at her.

fuckin opening for me.

he let go slowly.

watched your cheeks fall back together.

then squeezed them in his palms and rubbed them together, fat and soft and warm like bread dough.

what kinda boyfriend lets his girl walk around with a perfect ass like this and doesn’t keep her home?

he smacked your cheeks together lightly.

then peeled them apart again.

look, look how it moves.

he leaned down, nose close, staring like it was art.

your lil hole’s breathing, baby.

he brought your cheeks together again, slowly rubbing them.

and your pussy… fuck. she’s leaking just from being open.

he reached between your thighs, didn’t touch just hovered.

do you even realize how wet you are?

you whimpered. he laughed.

answer me.

you know this isn’t normal, right?

he spread you again. tilted your hips. watched the slick drip between your folds.

what’s your boyfriend gonna think when he sees the mess you made? when your pussy’s all puffy and your lil hole’s red and twitching like someone’s been using it?

he dragged his cock slowly between your cheeks again, this time skin to skin.

you felt the wet spot of pre-cum smear.

you think he could handle seeing you like this?

you think he could keep calm? ´cause i can’t.

he pinched your ass gently and rolled the flesh in his palms.

you’re too soft to ignore.

too fuckin perfect not to look at.

he kept your cheeks parted, watching your hole open again. slow. pulsing.

do you like being looked at like this, baby?

you like when an older man like me stares at your asshole like it’s worth more than rent?

he ground forward again, moaning deep in his chest.

cause i’d pay for this.

i’d worship this.

and you’re just laying here. letting me.

he pinched both cheeks together, held them shut, then dragged them open again slowly.

your hole’s not even shy anymore.

she wants attention.

she wants praise.

he leaned down, breathing against it.

i could put my tongue here and make you lose your fuckin mind.

not even touch your pussy.

just right here.

he kissed the curve above your hole.

light. respectful. filthy.

you whimpered again. he stroked your hip.

shhh. it’s not weird.

it’s just helping me.

i’m just calming down.

his cock slid back into the mess between your cheeks.

his thrusts got heavier. deeper. slower.

and you just laid there.

open.

dripping.

trembling.

while he used you to forget his life.

and you couldn’t take it anymore.

his hands had been spreading and squeezing you for so long, his voice low and warm against your back, whispering about how soft you were, how good your little twitching hole looked, how soaked your pussy was and you were still just laying there, silent and trembling, thighs clenching, trying not to make a sound.

but now it was buzzing.

everywhere.

between your legs, under your skin, up your spine.

he had you bare and open.

panties gone.

folds glistening.

hole twitching.

and every time he moaned, every time he touched you like you were sacred, something in you lit up.

you couldn’t pretend anymore.

not with how your heart was beating.

not with how your thighs kept inching wider.

so you reached back.

you lifted yourself up, just slightly barely on your elbows and then slowly, you brought your hands behind you, palms warm, fingers curved.

your manicured nails grazed your own ass.

and then you parted your cheeks wide.

for him.

you heard his breath catch.

oh… baby girl.

he sounded broken. reverent.

you held yourself open, cheeks stretched wide with your own delicate hands, and you tilted your hips a little, just enough to give him the perfect view. your asshole twitched once, slow, deliberate. your pussy below was swollen, wet, lips parted from all the pressure and grinding.

you took a breath.

you didn’t even recognize your own voice when it came out.

you can rub it there if you want.

not inside.

just… between.

if it helps you cock..

silence.

then a groan.

low and thick and wrecked.

fuck, sweetheart.

he leaned forward, chest pressed to your back, cock heavy between your hands, and you felt it the weight of it, the heat, the slow grind of fabric against your stretched skin.

you held yourself wider.

your nails digging in a little.

you wanted him to see everything.

feel better, toji.

you whispered it like a sin.

and he moaned.

you’re such a sweet fuckin girl.

you know that?

who the hell raised you like this?

his hands gripped your hips again.

his cock dragged along the dip between your cheeks, slow and thick, fabric catching on your fluttering hole.

not even gonna fuck you.

just let me feel this.

he rutted forward again, groaning, his tip catching your tailbone through the fabric, then gliding down over your hole, your folds, your clit.

you felt it.

you loved it.

you whispered again, softer this time.

does it feel good?

he gasped.

feels like fuckin heaven.

your ass is the softest thing i’ve ever touched.

and your lil hole… baby, she’s clenching just for me.

you rubbed your cheeks together gently, squeezing them with your own hands, then spreading them again.

your own fingers were still gripping the underside of your ass, stretching yourself wide while his bare cock rubbed slow between your cheeks. the room smelled like sweat and sex not fucked sex, not messy moaning porn sex but need. tension. body warmth and breath and skin dragging on skin.

you could feel everything.

the way his cockhead slipped down and caught on the softness between your folds before gliding back up. the weight of it dragging between your cheeks. the friction of slick and heat. the tip was wet he’d been leaking on you for minutes now, every grind leaving more precum smeared across your skin. your hole had started twitching from it, flinching from the pressure every time he passed over it like a nerve ending exposed.

you could tell he was trying not to come.

you could hear it in his voice, the way his breathing changed, lips parting, chest rising and falling faster as he buried his cock deeper between your ass cheeks and moaned against your back.

his hands came to your waist, then lower, thumbs hooking into the dip of your hips, pulling you back into him as he rocked forward with a sharp exhale.

fuck, baby.

i don’t even need to fuck you. this is better than anything i had with her.

you swallowed, lips parted, voice soft.

you can… put the tip there.

he froze.

what?

you kept your hands where they were, nails grazing your own skin.

not inside. just… you can press it there. if it helps.

his groan was raw.

oh fuck.

you nodded slowly.

just the tip.

just to soothe you.

he growled deep in his chest, leaned forward over your body, and whispered right into your ear.

you’re so fucking good for me.

you felt him shift one hand bracing the small of your back, the other gripping the base of his cock. his tip slid down again, lower, lower, and then stopped right against your hole.

you gasped.

the head of his cock was hot. thick. slick. and when it pressed gently against your asshole, you felt it pulse. not pushing. just resting there. full contact. your hole twitched on instinct, fluttering under the pressure. his groan came slow, heavy, drawn out from the chest.

oh baby… that’s it.

you’re holding her so still for me.

fuck, she’s reacting already. twitchin like she knows it’s me.

he didn’t thrust.

he just rubbed. slow circles of his tip over your asshole, coating it with warm precum, letting it glide back and forth, pressing just enough to stretch your rim without slipping in.

you’re not even fighting it.

you’re letting me soothe myself right on your sweet ass.

you were made for this.

this little spot right here.

he pressed the head flat against it, not pushing in, just covering you with the heavy heat of his cock.

you stayed perfectly still.

open.

offering.

not because you wanted it.

just because he needed it.

just to help.

you’re my good girl.

you hear me?

fuck your boyfriend. fuck everyone.

this is mine now.

he ground forward again, hips slow, cockhead sliding wetly against your rim, rubbing his release over you like it belonged there.

and your hole just twitched under him, again and again, waiting.

he didn’t push in.

but he wanted to.

and you could feel it in every quiet breath.

his cock didn’t leave your skin.

it was resting right there, the tip broad and flushed, heavy against your hole. you could feel every twitch of him. the way he throbbed at the base, the heat pooling inside him, the way the pressure kept building, slow and unbearable, until he couldn’t control it anymore.

then he pulled back.

not far.

just enough to let the tip hang.

just enough to slap it.

his cockhead hit your ass once right over your twitching rim.

you gasped, body jolting softly under the weight.

it wasn’t rough.

it was intimate.

another loud slap again. louder this time.

sticky now.

wet.

a ring of his precum had built around your hole, glistening. and when he slapped himself down again, the sound was so filthy it echoed in the quiet room.

fuck, baby.

listen to her.

he slapped again.

you’re clenching every time i hit her.

you like that, don’t you?

you whimpered.

you didn’t say yes.

but your body did.

he pressed the tip back into your rim, slow and heavy, then dragged it down between your folds and back up again.

he could’ve slid in.

you both knew it.

but he didn’t.

he rubbed.

slow, sticky circles, cockhead grinding soft on your asshole, sliding down, collecting slick, dragging it back up like he was painting with it.

then the moan came.

thick.

guttural.

and then..

the first hot spurt.

right on your hole.

it landed heavy.

wet.

thick.

his cock twitched hard in his fist.

you held yourself open tighter.

the next spurt hit the curve of your cheek, then down the split between them, dripping into the mess of your folds.

fuckfuckfuck… your ass takes me so well.

she wanted this.

he was groaning through it, thrusting shallow, rubbing his cockhead through his own cum now, smearing it over your hole, circling it slowly while your body stayed arched, spread, obedient.

he didn’t stop moving.

even as he came, he kept rubbing.

cockhead swirling over your rim, dragging slick into your soft skin.

massaging it in.

you’re mine now, sweetheart.

you’d let me do this again.

no one else gets to see this hole twitch like this.

no one else gets to paint her.

he gave one more slow slap, thick with cum, letting it drizzle down your crease.

you stayed exactly where you were.

hands on your ass.

hole dilated.

pussy throbbing.

his breath on your back.

and he just kept rubbing.

soothing.

like it was never about the sex.

just the comfort of being buried in your warmth.

his calm.

his good girl.

his favorite place to break.

≧∀≦ this little filth has been rotting in my notes for literal months and i finally gave in.🎀

thank you for reading this💗💗

onlypinkslut

[pupcuntz]

obsessed with the idea of someone much bigger than me fucking me in missionary. putting their cock or strap on my tummy before they slip inside me, just to show me how deep they’ll fill me up.

pushing their way inside my tiny boycunt, watching as i stretch around them and cry out. hushing me sweetly but getting more excited at the sight of tears in my eyes.

finally all the way in, using their hand to rub the bulge on my tummy gently, their palm almost taking up my torso. pushing down and watching me squirm, their cock/strap starting to thrust. in, out, in, out, getting faster, harder, deeper..

[heyhanibee]

cliffhanger so disrespectful i had to draw it sorry🐸🐸🐸

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

Actually, I know damn well Darcy never sat down and thought about marrying Lizzie. If he had, it would have been a week before he was rounding up Bingley, sitting him down, and looking him in the eye like he was about to propose high treason and going, "Jane. You still down bad for her?"

Coin toss whether Bingley would actually get to answer before Darcy turned around and flipped over a whiteboard like

and launched right into the most detailed migration pattern known to Regency England to keep the extraneous Bennets as contained as humanly possible by rotating them between various Bingley/Darcy estates. Like, we're talking about trading them off for minor holidays a decade out kind of detailed.

"If you and Jane take them for Lady Day ten years hence, Elizabeth and I will take them for Michaelmas. We'll all be together for Christmas and Midsummer, so we'll divide the responsibility individually on those days."

This would be followed by thirteen different spreadsheets projecting joint expenditures so Bingley knows what sort of financial commitment he'll be shouldering and how to minimize it, what proportion Darcy will take care of, what the estate plans are in case Darcy predeceases anybody, when they should probably roll out various stages to keep it from affecting their respective sisters' ability to maximize their own husband-hunting--whole nine yards.

Darcy does not know that he'll probably be murdered when the Bingley sisters find out why he asked for their social calendars. He'd be marginally fine with that at this point, because the fucking Napoleonic War campaigns were not as meticulously planned as his roadmap to getting the other three Bennets satisfactorily married, and Darcy feels about as able as if he'd spent the last year on Elba.

It takes Bingley a few minutes to realize why this is happening, then he's like

"You proposed to Elizabeth?! Congratulations!"

Darcy... knew there was something he was forgetting.

That man would have kicked the Collins's door open with four binders tucked under each arm, dumped them in a pile in front of Elizabeth, and loudly announced that if they get married tomorrow he can have her entire family except for Jane extraordinary renditioned to the Scottish moors by Sunday and then been like

"Why are you yelling at me?! I promise you, it will work! You'll never see anyone in your family except for Jane again, I swear it!" when she starts yelling at him.

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

[chiptrillino-art]

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