#Belly Bulge

[littlegaalaxy]

A Walk with a Bunny and a Dragon

♡⃕ Relationship} Malleus Draconia x Bunny!Fem!reader

♡⃕ Summary} "You meet Malleus on a night walk, he asks you to join him and things end up getting heated in the end"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Size Kink; Dumbfication; Bulge in the Belly

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. Malleus is a little ooc.

It was a peaceful night at Night Raven College. The dark sky was covered in outstretched stars, but the school's gothic atmosphere was only made more eerie by the cold wind that blew through the halls. Malleus Draconia, the prince of darkness and heirs of the Draconia family, walked silently through the school grounds, lost in his own thoughts. He offers night tours, away from the day's delivery. But that night, he was not alone.

Hidden among the bushes, almost impossible to see, was you: [Name], a small rabbit hybrid. Your soft ears and small body made you an adorable yet discreet presence. Because it is shy and because of its size, it often preferred to observe from a distance, without being noticed. Since arriving at Night Raven, Malleus had piqued his curiosity. He was imposing, powerful, and completely different from anyone I had ever met. However, despite his intimidating nature, there was something about him that attracted him.

You peered at Malleus from your hiding place in the garden, your curious eyes fixed on the draconic prince. Your ears twitched nervously whenever he approached, but even so, you couldn't move away. There was an aura of mystery around him that fascinated him.

However, this time, Malleus seemed to notice your presence.

— I know it's there, — he said in his deep but soft voice, without looking directly into the bushes. He continued to walk slowly, as if giving you the chance to leave.

His heart raced. You thought about hiding further, but there was something in his voice that made you hesitate. Making a quick decision, you stepped out from behind the bush, ears flattened in nervousness, eyes wide and anxious.

Malleus stopped and finally looked at you, his green eyes glowing faintly in the dark. — Ah, so it’s you, [Name], — he said, his expression softening slightly at the sight. — What are you doing wandering around so late? A little bunny hybrid should be resting at this time, don't you think? —

— I… I just like going for walks at night too, — your voice was low, and you shrank a little, hands nervously clenching the hem of your clothes. His ears moved restlessly, reflecting his hesitation.

Malleus watched you in silence for a moment, his expression curious. He always found it an interesting creature. So small, so fragile compared to him. And yet, there was something about her presence that calmed him in a way. Maybe it was her gentle nature, something he wasn't used to seeing around him.

— You’ve been following me for a while, haven’t you? — Malleus said, a slight smile touching his lips. It wasn't an accusation, just an observation. “I must admit, I find it intriguing how it’s always around but never gets closer.

You instantly blushed, as your ears perked up reflexively. — I… I didn’t want to bother you! — You exclaimed, agitated. — I just… I think it's interesting the way you observe everything, so calm… and, and… I didn't want to disturb you! —

Malleus took a small step towards you, and even with his graceful bearing, you felt the ground beneath you vibrate slightly at his proximity. Her small body almost disappeared before him. He slightly lowered his head to look at you closer, and his green eyes met yours. — You don't bother me, [Name]. In fact, your presence is… pleasant. —

Her words surprised him. You looked at him with wide eyes, your mouth hanging open in surprise. — P-pleasant…? —

Malleus nodded slightly. — Yes, you have a calm presence. Unlike many around here. I like that. — He reached around slowly, as if silently asking for permission, and leveled the tip of one of her rabbit ears. — Those ears… are fascinating. —

His soft touch made you shiver, but not from fear. It was a different feeling, a mix of nervousness and a strange joy. — I… I… — you stuttered, feeling your throat burning. — Thanks… —

Malleus reported its occurrence with an almost curious expression. — You’re really different, [Name]. — He moisturizes a little, respecting your space, but his eyes never leave yours. — Would you like to join me on my evening walks? A night feels less lonely with someone by my side. —

His heart skipped a beat. You would never expect an invitation like that from Malleus. Even with your shyness, something inside you warmed when you heard those words. With a small, shy smile, you agree.

— Yes… I would, — you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Malleus just smiled gently, bringing the walk, now with you by his side. The night wind felt less cold, and the night never felt so welcoming as it did at that moment.

The walk was peaceful. Until you feel Malleus suddenly push you against a tree, you whimper at the sudden impact. You look up Malleus towers over you. — W-W’what? Malleus? — you stutter, already feeling your face turning red. He smiles, placing his face against the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. — You're so beautiful… So small… I want you [Name], will you allow me to have you? — He asked, placing a few kisses on your neck, making you whimper. You nod anxiously.

You can feel him smile, and then you feel him bite your neck very hard, tearing your skin and causing blood to come out. You scream at the sudden pain, but quickly calm down as you feel it wiping away the blood with your tongue. He continues on her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his.

Soon he walks away, admiring the work he did on your neck. He unbuttons your uniform shirt, taking off your tie, exposing your tiny breasts. He smiles, bending down, taking one nipple into your mouth, starting to suck while squeezing the other between his fingers. You moan when you feel his sharp teeth against your sensitive nipples.

He continues to abuse your poor chest, leaving several hickeys and bites on them. He soon pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your nipple with his tongue. He grabs your hips with his big hands. — hold on to me — he says, lifting you up. You quickly wrap your legs around his hips.

He lifts your skirt and pulls your panties down to your thigh, he smiles at the sight of your naked pussy. He opens your pussy with his thumb — It's already so wet… you're so small, will it all fit? — he asked teasingly. He starts to unbutton his belt, and unzips his pants, pulling his dick out. Your eyes widened at the sight, and you could have looked like a tomato, your face was so red. It was so big and thick.

He rubs his head against your little hole, you close your eyes, holding his shoulders tightly. You scream when you feel him insert it, he was gentle, taking care of you since you were so small. You were in so much pain, your pussy stretching as much as possible to accommodate his big cock.

— Hey baby, you did it — He said, and you open your eyes, tears running down your cheek. Your eyes widen when you see that he had stuck his entire dick inside your little hole, and you were even more surprised to see a bulge on your belly, remembering how small you were compared to him. You whimper when you feel him start to play with your furry tail.

You moan as he starts to move, slow and careful, not wanting to hurt you. You hold on to him like your life depends on it. Soon you get used to the feeling of your pussy stretched against his cock — Faster… please — You moan, and he smiles at the request. His thrusts starting to accelerate, hitting your sensitive spot with force and ease, he stretches you so much! But it was so good! Your mouth open, tongue hanging out as drool and tears flowed out.

It doesn't take long for you to cum, creating a white circle around his cock. Your legs were shaking, you felt so weak, you could fall if he wasn't holding you with his big hands. He continued abusing your little hole, using it like a flesh-light. Soon, his thrusts started to get sloppy, he puts his face in the crook of your neck and pulls your ears, and soon he cums inside you hard, filling your tiny womb with his hot cum. There was so much cum that it ran down your pussy.

You stayed there, breathing and hugging each other. He kisses your cheek, smiling. — I love you… my bunny… —

<3

[the-sweet-abyss]

big fan of when they put their cock/strap on your lower stomach first to see how deep they would reach before thrusting into you all the way, bonus points when you see a little bump from their cock pressing against your belly <3

[scarybabe]

1 reblog = 1 belly rub 💓

[echoelysian]

yeah I do think about watching the outline of my cock poke out from his tummy while i fuck him quite often, why do you ask?

[bleghhhhhh03]

Desperately need him to pump me full of his seed and plug my hole shut with a squishy knotted toy immediately afterwards… the plump knotted silicone adjusting to my movement while stuffing my greedy hole full and making sure none of his load goes to waste. I wanna be taken on a cute date or perhaps run errands together while the toy softly pushes his thick cum deeper and deeper inside me with every movement I make, making sure my insides are coated with the stuff and positively swarmed. I wanna feel the bulging knot put pressure against my most sensitive parts so my knees buckled with every step I take, I’ll have to steady the base of my tummy with my hand constantly because the feeling of utter fullness and weight of the toy as it jostles my insides will be overwhelming.

I’d be flushed all day, softly huffing, shallow breaths as I try and stay composed like I would any ordinary day. My boyfriend squeezing my hand constantly to make sure I’m holding up, reassuring me that once we get home we’ll finally be able to see the results from this humiliating little experiment, hoping he holds me close while I sit between his legs in front of our mirror. I wanna feel the release and satisfying “pop” of the knot after he slowly pulls the toy from my hole, his cruel little gasp as what’s left of his load spills out from the gape between my legs and onto the floor, fighting against time before my muscles start to tighten again. He keeps me spread open with one hand, another on my jaw directing my gaze to the reflection of my ruined hole, taking pride in his work he praises me endlessly for being such a brave little pup.

(I’m very well adjusted and have normal feelings)

[alicesilverx]

The best feeling: being pinned under the weight of your stuffed belly 🥵 I did get bigger than this as i kept snacking while lying down, ask if you wanna see 😜

If anyone ever wants to sponsor a stuffing to help me get even bigger than this, please message meee, in return for private pics and videos of my stuffing progress to near bursting point 🤤😍

[fattonibabe]

What am I thinking in this pic? 🤔

[forusomimiya]

Yes, ushijima fucks you deep to see his cock through your belly. So big and so deep inside you, you can feel him, you can /see/ him. His cock bulges your belly with every thrust and you, you just appreciate every of them.

"I'm here baby, just right here... can ya feel it?" he says as he touches the bulge and feels the tip under his palm, kissing deep inside you.

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A/N: This greatest ushijima’s fact has crossed my mind and I had to share it. I couldn't let it go ´cause I was sure to forget it. After posting this, I'm back to sleep again 😴

[the-black-manor]

I want slick tentacles to slip into my ass, cunt, and urethra, then push deeper and deeper, snaking all the way through my intestines, and deep into my womb and bladder. I want the one in my ass to be joined by a second, then a third, then a fourth, that curl around each other and writhe around, stretching me to my limits. And I want the ones in my bladder and womb to force so much of themselves inside that they're forced to curl and bunch up because they run out of room, and then just keep going, forcing those parts of me to stretch, too, just to the point of breaking. I want to be so full of them that I can see pronounced bulges in my belly, and then I want them to move. I want them to wiggle and squirm, massaging my insides, pressing against all the right buttons, and I want to cum around them. When I do, I want them to pump a thick, glowing aphrodisiac liquid into me, forcing my body to expand to accommodate the sheer volume of it, and I want to do it for hours, over and over again, until I can't take anymore. And when I'm finally spent, I want them to wiggle the rest of the way in, until they disappear inside of me, and I want them to live there, warm and safe in my body until they're ready to play with me again.

[g-xix]

🔞Wet Dreamz | Sharky

Summary: Lazy Sunday morning, waking up within Sharky's arms and realising he's dreaming about you, by the way you can feel him thrusting between your legs. Good thing it's a Sunday morning, and the two of you have plenty of time to live it out with one another...

CWs: Kinda somnophilia, lazy sex, spoon sex, hickeys, lots of boob play, unprotected sex, wet dream, grinding, belly bulge, soft sex

Wordcount: 2k words

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Waking up to Sharky rutting his length between your legs wasn't exactly what you'd expected upon waking up - and turning around groggily to see what antics Sharky was trying to pull - his eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. Clearly asleep. It wasn't how you'd expected to wake up for sure, but it would be undeniable to say that the way Sharky's head nudged your clit wasn't building arousal between your legs at the feeling of him repeatedly brushing over that bundle of nerves.

"Sharks," You mumbled, pushing your hips back to bump his body into consciousness, before reaching behind to find his hand and squeeze that slightly, to try get some sort of reaction.

A little whine left Sharky's lips, his thrusts slowing to a stop, signifying his awakening.

"Baby, you'll never believe, I was just dreaming 'bout you..." His first words came out, husky and lower with his morning voice that made your heart warm at the sexiness of it. The irony of his words didn't fail to make you giggle, responding with a smile.

"Yeah, what were you dreaming about?"

"Well, we'd just gone on honeymoon... And we were in Tokyo - like we said we'd do - and the place was gorgeous... You know, balcony and private pool and we were watching the sunset from our bed - because there were glass windows, and..."

"Let me guess," You started as Sharky began trailing off. "We were fucking?"

"How'd you guess?" Sharky murmured, his sleepiness evident in the yawn his gave.

"Well, you were sorta.... thrusting."

Sharky choked, coughing on his own breath at those words, making you laugh at his own shock at his actions - followed by a frantic flurry of fragmented apologies. 

"Oh baby, it's fine, I was worried initially but... I don't know, I guess we all have those dreams sometimes," You had turned around to console him, pressing a chaste little kiss to Sharky's lips to calm him, though you felt Sharky's erection brush your lower stomach as you leaned in, and Sharky clearly felt it too, as he let out a low groan at the momentary contact. 

His hands found your waist, exposed from your shirt that had ridden up, plaid bottoms an old pair of Sharky's own which you'd opted for instead of your own. The arousal that'd built between your legs was almost begging for some type of stimulation, and the lazy Sunday with no plans booked felt compliant with your plans to have Sharky inside you before breakfast got there. But the cosiness of the bed's thick duvet which covered you, blanketing you in a thick layer of your own heat told you to stay right where you were- rather than shuffling to disrupt the duvet warmth and have sex with Sharks.

"Mhhmff- Sharks- I'm too comfy to do anything..." You whined, further proving your point by curling slightly, into a stretched foetal position. 

"That's fine, Amore," Sharky's deepened voice with the slight accent, gravelly in a way you could tell he was used to try and persuade you. And much to your dismay, you were undeniably seduced.

A short squeal left your lips as Sharky's hand on your hip pushed you- not to shove you - rather to roll you onto your back, hitting the mattress flat and barely getting a moment to come to your senses before Sharky had attached to your neck, his tongue licking a long stripe up from your collarbone to the soft skin below your jaw, pushing harder as he went from muscle to soft spot between your jaw and ear, pressing the lightest kiss right there and whispering something unintelligibly hot into your ear before ducking below.

He'd mapped out your body within the back of his mind, not wasting any time in trying to find that sweet spot, attaching his lips to the undeniable dip above your collarbone and sinking his teeth into the skin, making you let out an initial gasp at the sharpness of his canines, pronged tips leaving little markings against your skin as he pulled back with an almost shy smile, just wanting to see that look of surprise on your face. Though he proceeded to soften the bite by creating a suction within those teethmarks, holding until it just began hurting before pulling away with a pop, admiring the darkening mark that formed within the softness of your flesh, soft sighs of pleasure falling from your lips at the feeling.

You could feel his hand trailing up from your side, too, palms encircling the underside of your breast and pushing it upwards, fingers grasping at the pillowy flesh through the thin material of your tank top. His mouth still gently working against the crook of your neck, embellishing you with a myriad of possessive markings, his fingers explored beneath the neckline of your top - reaching and cupping one boob, pulling it out from the fabric and letting it plop back down - his mouth leaving your neck for just a moment as he licked his thumb, letting the slick digit press against your nipple and circle around that darkened skin whilst his fingers groped the rest, your breathing hitching as you could feel your back unintentionally arching away from the mattress and further begging for his touch. 

His mouth scaled down from neck to chest, paralleling his hands which trailed down to the waistband of the pair of bottoms you wore (one of Sharky's, obviously) his mouth wrapping around one bud, hot tongue circling around the peak against before flicking it up and down, making you feel a heavy aching between your legs whilst a gasp and moan simultaneously left your throat, jerking your body forwards slightly from that feeling Sharky gave you - even whilst he detached from your wet nipple with a pop sound from the released suction.

Reaching behind with a shaky hand, you felt his hard cock through his own matching plaid bottoms, the stimulation from stiff cotton against his sensitive tip making him let out something guttural - between a grunt and a groan as his hand snaked around your waist, pushing his cock against your behind so that he could grind against your behind, providing even more satisfying friction that made his mind whir.

You pushed his bottoms down, freeing his cock whilst shimmying your own off, listening to the low breaths Sharky gave as his hand gently ran up and down his shaft, waiting for you to give him the go.

"Shit I'm so lucky to have you," He groans as he sees your exposed core, making you flush as his hand, sat on your hip, manoeuvred you onto your side, facing the opposite way as though you were getting ready to spoon.

But the feeling of Sharky's tip pushing into your pussy, tip stretching the hole as you parted your legs more, neck rolling backwards as you accommodated the stretch, before letting a contented little sigh fall from your smiling lips at the feeling of fulfilment, having Sharky completely filling you, bottomed out.

There was no need to pause and let you adjust to his size, he already knew how accustomed you were to his length, and he didn't plan on going rough regardless - his hands vicing around your hips with a comfortable pressure, moving your body with his own hips to pull out to the tip before pushing back in with little force, letting you bask in that feeling of the stretch.

You closed your eyes, letting your breathing slow slightly whilst your head fell heavily against the pillow - hands slipping between your thighs and dragging that slight between your legs up to your clit with a middle finger, tapping ever so slightly on the bundle of nerves and sighing at the feeling of satisfaction.

The stretch and the euphoria that came from the double stimulation alongside your clit also - it was like waking up in Summer - pulling the duvet back and spreading your limbs, comfortable from waking up as you realise the sun's warmed the room and it's just as cosy outside the bed as it was within it.

You let yourself lean backwards, Sharky's body curling into yours as his face came close to your shoulder, delicately pressing a kiss over the smooth skin whilst his hand rubbed over your hips, feeling the gentle dip and the peachy softness of your skin, his own hips pulling back before pushing forwards so that to two of you were completely flush. The rush of morning air that enveloped your back as Sharky pulled away and disturbed the blankets almost made you want to just roll him over - push his back down flat with you on top - your chest pressed against his - just lie on him with his length inside you, cuddle and cockwarm instead of doing anything really. 

But the feeling as Sharky's hand dipped past your hips and replaced your hand on your clit - dragging your slick up from your core and circling the sensitive bud - rendered you completely wordless, a high, breathy noise slipping from your throat before you could catch it.

Sharky groaned into your shoulder, his teeth scraping over the place he'd kissed - teeth sinking in and biting your shoulder gently as a small sign of affection, his pronged canines sharp against the softness and giving you that fraction of pain which only made you feel your heartbeat in your heat.

You pushed your own hips back into Sharky's, the light motion causing agitation within the duvet above you - yet you couldn't even care, the feeling of Sharky's length kissing the tip of your cervix drove you wild, and only made you stretch your back out more, Sharky's own hand trailing up to your breasts to grab a handful of your tits, almost using them as a vice to manage his thrusts back and forth.

You could feel a warmth spreading from your fingertips down, and felt your orgasm coming - the fluttering of your pussy around Sharky's cock making him groan and notifying him of your pending orgasm which he mumbled "So close my love, me too-"

And the action of Sharky's hand tracing down your front, down from your tits, down your ribcage - until it sat on your belly - pushing his palm flat against your stomach with just enough pressure that you could feel his cock hitting the inside of your stomach, and so could his hand-

Neither of you could contain yourself - your back arching and thighs shaking as you felt euphoria course through your body, a warm spread of pleasure rushing through every single vein and artery in your being, filling you with lightness and bliss - whilst Sharky filled you with his cock in one last thrust, climaxing inside of you and letting you feel that warm rush that filled your pussy, before he pulled out - letting out a deep sigh of fulfilment.

You turned a half-turn, lying on your back - chest up - staring at the ceiling with limbs splayed in all directions. Like a starfish.

You peeled the duvet back a little further, feeling the golden morning rays that shone through the window gracing over your skin. You felt as though your whole body was glowing, and Sharky pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you could tell he felt the same.

"We should do this more often," You let a deep, fulfilled sigh fall from your lips, lips curled into a smile as Sharky's arm snaked around your shoulders, pulling your naked body close into his own, absolutely loving his first sight in the morning being simply you.

"You think?" Sharky quirked a brow up, running his tongue over his canines with a devious grin. "'Cause I could sure get used to waking up n fucking you first thing-"

"Well, c'mon, maybe not every day," You rolled your eyes, curling into Sharky's chest and letting him roll over so that your body lay atop his, enveloped by his arms which wrapped around your waist tenderly.

"Mhmm I can work with that," Sharky pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling away and mumbling with a blissful smile- "To be honest, being able to wake up next to you is enough of a blessing in itself."

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[davenporttf]

Gaynz: Luke

Luke was loving the results of the protein powder his best friend, Dillon, gave him. He was working hard at the gym to gain muscle but it was proving to be extremely difficult. Dillon stopped by Luke's place and gave him a new powder he never heard of before called "Gaynz." He said it was the best protein powder out on the market, and it would get him seriously shredded.

Luke prepared his protein shake and headed to the gym. He always saved his shake for after an intense workout to replenish his body with protein. After a killer workout, he slipped out of his gym clothes in the locker room. He chugged the drink and he felt the effects immediately. His veins bulged out of his skin as protein surged through him. His body began to inflate with every pump of blood. Wave after wave, his pecs ballooned with pure muscle. The fat that was giving him such a hard time melted away to reveal an 8-pack. His arms cracked and shifted as his biceps gained mass, and his arms became heavier. His legs became sturdier and his glutes inflated to fill out his boxers.

"Bro! This shit is crazy!" His boy Dillon really came through. He needed to head over to his place to show him. He got into his truck and drove out of the parklot. With his large arms on the wheel driving down the highway, he felt a contraction in his shorts. His boxers were starting to tighten around his ass. "Ughhh, the fuck?!" He felt the material of his boxers began to shift and move up his cheeks. It began to round his dick in the front, and mold into two straps around his ass in the back. With one hand on the wheel, he pulled down his shorts to reveal a hot pink jockstrap where his boxers used to be.

He was dumbfounded, and felt like he was losing grip on reality. He was starting to love the way the jock wrapped around his muscle butt, outlining his best asset when he snapped out of it. "No! This is crazy! I need to find out what Dillon put in this shake." He finally reached Dillon's and pulled into his driveway.

As he turned the car off, he felt a tingle in his dick. He pulled down his shorts to catch sight of his dick shrinking in the jock. He squirmed in his seat from the sensation of his bulge going from a mound to a thimble. He needed to talk to Dillon now. He walked up to his door, the mesh shorts sliding against his bare ass. He knocked on the door, and Dillon answered with a smile on his face.

Luke wasted no time, and pushed Dillon backwards into his house and pinned him against the wall. "The fuck did you give me, bro!!" Dillon chuckled unaffected by Luke's demeanor.

"Let me go and stand at attention." he said calmly. Luke felt himself resisting against his body as he backed away from Dillon. His arms went rigid against his sides and he stood tall in his best friend's living room.

"I see the shake has been working wonders for you, bro. I forgot to tell you that it also makes you super submissive as well."

Luke's guard started to come down as he started liking the idea of being dominated by his best bro. He snapped back again, "No, bro! Wtf! I'm not into dudes!"

The words fell on deaf ears, as Dillon moved closer to Luke. "I want you to be the little bitch I always thought you to be. Take off those shorts, and get on my bed, slut."

Luke's resistance was no match for being called what he truly was. He became filled with lust for such dominating language. He pulled down his shorts, and crawled onto his buddy's bed.

Dillon pressed himself up against Luke's ass, and started to slap his dick against his cheeks. With every smack of his bro's dick, his thoughts became more and more aligned with that of a pure bottom bitch. His 2" dick didn't needed to be the center of attention anymore, and he only felt the need to be dominated by his best friend.

Dillon dropped a wad of spit onto Luke's revealed hole. The splash against his hole was driving Luke crazy. He leaned further back as Dillon slid his 8" cock into his perfectly round bubble butt. "Ohhhh fuckkkkkk brooo" Luke moaned as Dillon thrusted into him.

"That's right my big slut. You only serve to be my fucktoy." Dillon said in a deep sultry voice while he piledrived Luke's bussy. Luke's reality continued to shift away from his straight fuckboy life to being a perfect muscle stud for his bro to enjoy when he desired.

Luke began to diddle with his tiny cock as Dillon hammered his p-spot over and over again. "Such a good slut. Here comes your reward." Dillon said as he slammed into Luke one final time. Wads of cum shot into Luke filled him with the juices of his master. The sensation sent Luke over the edge and he came into his pink jockstrap.

Luke slowly flipped over onto his back and looked up at Dillon with a small belly bulge from all the cum in his abdomen.

"I'm ready for round 2 when you are, bro." Luke said smiling.

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Two stories today for the long wait :)

[secretsofafangirll]

you're still my favorite girl - vol. two

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary: after chris and his childhood best friend reveal their true feelings for one another, they end up going to bed beside one another hot and bothered. what happened when they wake up and those feelings, physically and emotionally, never went away?

//t.w// smut, soft!dom chris, sub!oc, , fingering,, use of "ma'" and "mamas", stomach bulging, mild sub space moment, mild overstimulation, lots of dirty talk.

As the morning sun drew brighter and higher in the sky, it crept through the curtains of my bedroom, casting a warm light directly on my eyes. I blinked them open, one at a time, scrunching each open side to help soothe the ache of the alarming brightness.

Upon coming to, I felt a pressure on my chest. Nothing strong or harsh, but a presence in front of me as I lied on my side. My arm lied heavy against a smaller object and I realized the position I was currently in.

With her back pressed against my chest, sweatshirt and pants long gone, my sickly sweet Isabelle Lavigne slept peacefully beside me, her back arched and ass pressed against me. I allowed my hands to slip under the hem of her shirt and travel the expanse of her stomach, reaching to cup her underboob and then all the way back down to her hip. I pressed my hips into hers and hooked my ankle over hers. Pushing her hair away from her neck, I placed a gentle kiss on the warm skin below her ear.

"My beautiful sunshine angel," I whispered to myself. I felt her stir beside me slightly, a whine scratching her throat as her muscles stretched. My hand stopped moving on her stomach as I felt her subconsciously press herself back into me.

"Chris," She croaked with her adorable morning voice, "What are mumbling about?" She questioned, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling onto her back? throwing her forearm onto her forehead.

"Nothin'," I answered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm away from her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes, "Just thinkin 'bout how beautiful you are."

"Oh, is that the new thing?" She blinked her eyes open and smiled at me.

"What? Calling you beautiful?" I asked, to which she nodded, "Don't act like that, a new thing, Belle. I've always called you beautiful." My hands roamed the expanse of her body, around her stomach and waist and down to her thighs and knees. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her over and into my side before locking my hand under her knee and pulling her leg over my body.

"Chris.." She drawled out, as her body thumped into mine.

"What? I'm just making sure you're comfortable," I teased. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as my hands found hers. They rubbed up and down the length of her sides and down to squeeze her exposed ass. My eyes bore into hers until they closed when I gripped the skin tight enough to bruise. She bit her lip and moaned softly, her back arching making her press her hips down into mine. I could feel how wet she was through her panties.

"Chris, please," She begged, her eyes blinking open and looking so innocent.

"Please, what?" I asked, reaching up to her back to push her chest down to mine. I pressed a kiss against her cheek before finishing, "How am I supposed to know what you want?"

"Don't make me say it," She blushed and turned away from me. My hand wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look back at me.

"Oh, you know better than that, baby,"

"Please touch me," She finally found the words.

"Not so hard, huh?" I teased, wrapping one arm around her ass and one around her shoulder so that I could flip her over onto her back.

She smiled a cheeky smile before saying, "Well," and gesturing down to bulge in my boxers.

"Shut the fuck up," I breathed, before leaning down to her face and capturing her lips in mine. Her hands found my back and slid up under my shoulders before tickling down my spine. My back arched and my smile broke the kiss.

"I really want to feel your hands on my body ma', I do," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, "but if I'm laughing while I'm trying to kiss you, we're gonna have to put them away. And I really don't want to do that."

"Okay, I'm sorry," She bit her lip.

"One, you have nothing to be sorry for. Two, put that lip back where it belongs." I said and pulled it from between her lips. "Now let's take care of my favorite girl, hm?".

I leaned back from her chest and sat back on my knees but snaked an arm behind her to pull her up with me. I grasped the hem of my hoodie that adorned her body, pausing for a moment to remember this moment. I, Christopher Sturniolo, was about to pull my sweatshirt off of this woman's body to expose my half-naked best friend. What a morning...

Third Person Point of View

Chris slowly bunched the thick material around her waist and over her chest and she raised her arms for her to rip it off. He avoided looking until it was fully gone and she was left in nothing but her underwear. He blinked his eyes down to her breasts and took his time admiring each one. His large hands cupped her B-cup tits and massaged them in his hands. She whined in response and bucked her hips up toward his. One hand dropped her breasts and pushed her hips back down to the bed.

"Patience, ma'," He sighed looking in her eyes before darting his own back to her body, "I wanna take my time with you."

His hands dragged down her stomach and sides and down to her hips where he fiddled with the lacy trim of her panties. He continued to touch her thighs, his fingertips tickling the soft skin. He hooked his hands under her knees and slowly separated her thighs.

Vulnerability took Isabelle over and suddenly grew very nervous. She took in a deep breath, one all too similar to the kind Matt takes when he's getting anxious.

"Hey, you okay?" He checks, releasing a leg and reaching up to cup her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Just a bit nervous, s'all." She assures.

"Ya' sure?" She nods and he makes his way back down to her thighs. He separated her legs again and allowed his hands to fall down the outside of thighs and to her panties again. He grips the hem of them in his slender fingers and pulls them down and over her knees. He unhooks them from her ankles and tosses them elsewhere. Isabelle's legs instinctively closed again and this time, Chris gripped her knees tightly and threw them apart, "Keep these. Right here. I'm not gonna tell you again."

Chris was always a more dominant person. Within his past relationship, hook-ups, and even friendships, he always took on a dominant, sometimes fatherly role. With Isabelle, he was always very protective and casually dominant. Making sure she ate, tying her shoes for her, and scolding her when necessary. Chris has always imagined how much of a brat or how much of a sub she was in bed and Isabelle has always wondered just how dominant Chris could be. And neither of them could lie, this was exactly what they had hoped for.

"Yes sir," She nodded quickly, swallowing thickly.

Chris' gaze diverted to her most private area. The sight he was met with was heavenly. Entirely bare, smooth and so incredibly wet was his, soon to not be, best friend's pussy. He bit his lip and looked up to the ceiling, silently begging for forgiveness for the thoughts he was having.

"So pretty, baby," He cooed, "So fuckin' gorgeous. And just for me, right?" His voice dropped.

"Yes, yes. Only you. Belongs to you." She whimpered as her hips writhed against the bed. She wanted to, no, she needed him to touch her.

"That's right," He whispered and reached out to drag his fingers through her folds, "So pink and wet and all mine."

His touch lit Isabelle on fire. His fingertips grazed over her clit and her breath hitched in her throat. His cold fingers dragged over her core again and slid down to her entrance, "Gotta open you up a bit first, mama."

She whined as his fingers slid inside of her, going deeper and deeper with every second. The pressure inside of her so foreign, as she hadn't been touched in months, "Chris," she breathed.

"What, baby? Feel good?" He coaxed

"Yes, Chris. You know it does," She breathed as her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. He continued his work inside of her, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of her. All she could do was writhe and whimper due to the pleasure coursing through her body and he just watched in awe of her beauty.

"Chris," She gasped, shooting her eyes open, "Chris, I'm gonna cum!" She exclaimed as her legs and hips roamed the bed even more.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum?" She nodded and bit down on her lip as her eyes squinted shut, "Go ahead, mama. Cum on my fingers."

She breathed out swiftly as she tried to suppress her moans and whimpers. She brought her hand down to her mouth and bit down on her wrist. Chris reached up with his free hand and tore it from her mouth, "No no no. I wanna hear my pretty girls' pretty sounds."

His words only amplified the pleasure already upon her and she whimpered even louder, however, she still tried to remain quiet so that Nick and Matt wouldn't hear. Gross. She thought. I'm thinking about his brothers while he's knuckle deep inside of me.

He worked her through her high and her breathing slowed as she gained control of herself once again. Part of her was worried about how overstimulated she would be, but she secretly craved the feeling and the control that he has over her. Once she had come down, he pulled his fingers out of her heat and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Isabelle's brows pinned together as she felt herself getting even more worked up. He backed away from her body to pull his own boxers from his legs. Exposing his cock to her.

Holy fuck. She thought. She had always imagined what his dick would look like but she would feel guilty and perverted when her mind went too far. She had always thought it would be big, but not this big.

"God, everything about you is so fuckin' beautiful," He breathed, letting his eyes wander her body, "The way you sound when your moaning and whining," He straightened her legs around his waist, "How your hips move because it just feels too good," He teased her and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer so that he core was flush with his own, "And your pretty little face when I touch you just right or say what you need to hear. How your eyes get bigger and how you bite your soft, so soft, lips."

"Christopher," She huffed, "Please."

"Alright, alright. I'm gettin' there," He soothed, running the back of his fingers over he cheek, "Just can't get over you."

His right hand grabbed the base of his cock and his left reached to wrap around her right thigh, "Let me know if anything hurts, okay? You understand?" She nodded in response but that wasn't

good enough for him. He tilted his head and pinched her thigh making her yelp, "You know better than that. Use your words."

"Yes, I understand." She spat out quickly, her need becoming more and more apparent.

"Good girl," He dragged his cock through her folds, the feeling of her warm wetness engulfed his tip and his body shuddered at the feeling. He pressed his tip to her entrance just to test the waters and her body seized for a moment. His eyes darted up to her and his eyebrows raised to check on her.

"I'm okay, promise. Please, keep going." She begged and bucked her hips, getting impossible closer to him. Ever so slowly, he pushed further in, working against the resistance he was met with. He tried his best to keep his eyes open as he felt her stretch and squeeze around his size. Once she got just over halfway he felt her body pull back slightly and a whine of pain escaped her lips, "Chris." She whispered with a trembling voice.

"I know, I know," He soothed, bending down to place a chaste kiss on her lips, "Just a little more, hm? Think you can take it?" He ran his hands up and down her thighs.

"Mhm, yes," She whimpered, "Yes, I can take it."

"Know you can, mama." He praised before pushing in all the way. Isabelle moaned in response and Chris jaw fell slack and his eyes slammed shut before a cheeky smirk was planted on his face, "So fuckin' good, ma'" He breathed out while shaking his head. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Once she gave him the green light, there was no going back.

He pulled back and slammed back in, watching her body move up and down on the bed. His hands gripped her hips tightly for leverage as he thrusted his length inside of her.

"Oh my God!" She moaned, her eyes pinching shut. He continued his assault on her pussy and watched as her innocent eyes stared up at his dominant ones. He pinched his lip to try and conceal his own moans but he failed miserably. Groans, moans, and whimpers of pleasure fell from his plush lips as he worked his way through her.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight, holy fuck," He groaned and mounted his hands under her thighs to lift them to 90 degrees, then he slid them down to her calves and through them over his shoulder and leaned forward to continue. This new angle had her throwing her head back and moaning loudly.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," She moaned, tears springing to her eyes are the stimulation, "Oh my fucking God." Her hands reached up to cover her face as hot tears fell from her eyes. They were tears of pleasure, but they were tears, nonetheless, and she didn't want him to see her crying. His hands removed their harsh grip from her hips, where there were surely bruises, and they tore her hands away from her face and he pinned them with one hand to the bed. His brows furrowed when he saw the tears but they leveled out when she cried, "Feels so good. So deep."

His eyes traveled down to her core but were stopped when he saw a lump in her lower stomach. He halted his movements inside of her and she sprang up in surprise to ask him why he stopped. When he challenged force with his hand on the shape, her jaw fell open and a high moan tumbled from her mouth. Her hand shot for his wrist to move it but he was much stronger than her. He could feel the force because it was him that was making the lump.

"Yeah? So deep? You feel me here?" He pressed harder, "You feel me in your tummy, taking up all this space?" He taunted and started his thrusts once again. She fell back against the pillows once again, and he allowed her to be his pillow princess. "That's right. Just lay back and let me fuck you, yeah?" He said and his hands found their way back to her hips so that he could pound into her harder.

"Chris, 'm so close," She whimpered and grasped the sheets in her hands.

His eyes stared down into hers, "I know baby, I'm almost there. You just gotta wait a little bit longer."

"I can't Chris," She whimpered, trying to mitigate the overwhelming pleasure that tingles all over her body. Chris' thrusts didn't relent and he worked so hard to chase his building high, "I can't hold it."

"Then, go ahead, ma'," He permitted, "Cum on my cock, baby."

With that, Isabelle's back arched off the bed and her body writhed in Chris' hands. He pushed her back down to the bed and continued to work in and out of her. Her vision clouded and her eyes rang slightly as he was overstimulating her. High pitched whines and whimpers started to fall from her plump lips and he looked up to his eyes in concern.

"It's alright, mama," He laughed and breathed a chuckle at her dependence on him, "I've got you."

Chris high followed shortly after and whines and whimpers fell from her lips as she fucked her through both of their orgasms, "Want my cum inside you, don't you mama? Want me to make you a mama someday, hm?" His mindless, meaningless words didn't register in his brain but they did in hers and her mind clouded at the pleasure she was experiencing. She nodded in response, not even really meaning to.

Chris continued to pump thick ropes of cum into her and once he was done, he plopped down onto her front, leaving his softening cock inside of her to trap the mess they'd made.

"You okay, my girl?" He checked on her after taking a moment to catch his breath. When she didn't answer and all she heard were her quick breaths, he pushed himself up from his position directly on top of her and looked at her face. He was met with a spacey, fucked-out mess of a woman that he needed to take care of. "Isabelle, baby, you're here with me yeah?" He tucked a sweaty strand of her hair behind her ears and tried to provide her with grounding, innocent touches.

Her cloudy eyes found him and she nodded, unable to form words yet. He just chuckled and pulled out of her slowly so that he could do what he needed to do for her. This made her finally speak, "No," She whined, "Wanted you to stay." She pouted.

"Trust me, ma', I did too, but I need to clean my favorite girl up," He said in a dominant tone that told her not to argue and she didn't even want to. He climbed off the bed and slid his arms underneath her body to carry her bridal style to the bathroom. Isabelle had finally come back to planet earth and found herself staring at him in amazement. "Why're you looking at me like that?" He squinted.

"Nothin'. I just love you," She murmured softly in his ear and her hand played with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you too. You're so perfect." He complimented and set her on the toilet. She stared up at him with her lips folded into her mouth.

"I'm not peeing with you in here, mister." She said sternly.

"Bro," he kissed his teeth, "I was just balls deep inside of you and you think I care about watching you pee?"

"I don't care if you care, I care if I care. Now please, exit." She shooed him away with her hand. He groaned before spinning on his heels.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

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aaaahhhh!!! i know this took way longer than expected but i had a ton of exams and my schedule just got super busy, but she's finally here. i'm sorry if it was underwhelming or not what you expected but this was my first time writing something like this, so let me know what you think or what to work on.

thank you all so much for all the love, i definitely wasn't expecting this many people to see my work, so, for that i'm very grateful.

i have a series planned, so, be on the look out for any information about that.

all the love, she <3

[bdsmess]

Really into object insertion today. Imagining someone finding progressively bigger and bigger objects to stick inside their partner. Imagining them doing so with clinical efficiency, entirely fixated on how much can you take and how big can you go. Saying Just a little more, don’t move now. Shushing their partner when they whimper or try to move or squirm away from the huge wine bottle entering them. Or the sanded-smooth chair leg. Or the baseball bat. The sick fascination on their face as they watch it sink in, in, in into that once-tight hole. Leaving it stuck inside, groaning and starting to get themselves off right then and there at the sight of it, at the little noises and gasps their partner is making at being so utterly, utterly filled. So deep they can see the bulge in their stomach, can press one hand against it from the outside and revel in the aborted jerk it earns them. And then doing it again the next night, except with something even bigger. You know what I mean?

[fattonibabe]

So desperate to be played with

[the-black-manor]

When you search for big dicks, you always get mostly long dicks that don’t have much girth. I want a THICK dick. I don’t want my fingers to touch when I wrap my hand around it. I want my cockhead alone to completely fill someone’s mouth. When someone says “monster cock” I want them to think of me.

The thing about long cocks is that the body can only take so much. You won’t be able to go balls deep. But with a thick cock, you can bury yourself all the way AND stretch your partner nice and wide. They’ll be so deliciously tight around you, and your cock might even make a bulge in their belly.

[memzyyy]

i’m literally doing everything else but focusing on ONE TJING I NEED TO DO OMFJFJ

I CANT STOP SNEEZINF OH MY GOD

i enrage myself ❤️

NSFW DOWN BELOW

bouncing on his cock as one of his hands grips your waist as the other fondles your tits, using his hand guiding your hips he slams you down forcing you to take half of his thick cock before you moan about how you can’t take it, how you feel like he’s tearing your cunt apart ‼️🤭

“you’re doing so well, princess. God you sound so pretty.. c’mon i know your pretty pussy can take more of my cock…Take it all, let yourself feel good..”

he helped you lower yourself fully on his cock, making a tummy bulge appear💋

“fuck, look at how good your taking me..” feeling his dick twitch inside of you as your cunt flutters, “Good. Fucking. Girl” while he’s roughly pounding into you 🤭🤭