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soaking his cock size kink need him to cum inside

two ❤︎.ᐟ

he loves taking you from behind pussy-drunk boy he can be rough!

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bouncing you on his cock got horny in the morning riding his face

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mirror so you can see how good he ruins you your thighs are his weakness messing up your cute underwear

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when you've been a brat worships you when you ride playing with his pretty dick

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your boyfriend was never good at controlling himself around you. even if you two were merely kissing, he couldn’t fight off the enormous boner he got within a matter of seconds.

and this time was no different.

his hand was caressed under your head, the other already clawing your shirt off. it had hardly been five minutes, but he already turned you into a blushing, dripping, whimpering mess under him.

“haah—can’t...we can’t...” you softly whine as you try to push him away, hands gripping onto his sides in hopes of stopping him, but he holds your waist tightly, keeping you in place while he rutted against your wet, clothed cunt.

although it was dark in the room, you could make out every feature of his face. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust, making your protests die in your throat.

“but you’re soaking wet...and y’feel so good on me,” your boyfriend mumbles against your mouth, bunching your soft sleep shirt around your armpits. it didn't matter if there were no condoms to use; he didn't want to stop.

even with such little fabric separating you two, every inch of his girth was pressed right against your soaking wet folds. his dick was so close to where it was needed, and you were practically panting at this point, back arched so far off the bed your boyfriend felt he needed to hold you so you wouldn’t hurt it. “j..just the tip, okay...”

you knew that was all the confirmation it took for him because it was no more than three seconds before his boxers were down to his thighs and pushing your panties to the side.

“just the tip.” he echoed back to you, and he wasted no time. with a slow, gentle thrust, he sank just the head into your warm, wet pussy. as promised, it was just the first two inches, but oh my god, he’s so big that you could’ve sworn he pushed it all in.

you mewl, which mingles with a strangled groan from your boyfriend as your walls clench and twitch around his swollen cockhead. your hips buck upwards inadvertently, making him slip in a bit further.

“shit—can’t do it,” he shakes his head, hugging your torso against him tightly in weak restraint. you were about to tell him not to go any further, but then he thrusts forward suddenly, causing you to shriek instead. his first thrust was accompanied by several more and small whispers of “sorry, baby,” as he continued to pound into your pretty cunt.

just the tip, right?

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"moreee—mmmph!" you moan from behind the school’s nerds’ hand, which was currently being held against your mouth as he harshly pounded into you from behind, your legs shaking as you tried to keep yourself upright. if it wasn’t for the fact that you two were inside a library right now, he would’ve loved to hear you better.

now, he’s not even sure how he got here in the first place; all he can remember is it had started sometime in the middle of all the awkward flirting between the bookshelves and your touchy advances these past few weeks.

he’s a complete geek, and you had men—even women—at your feet, he couldn’t understand it—a lanky, socially inept loser having sex with the hottest girl on campus? unheard of!

but he’s given up on the fantasy that this was a dream after you dug your nails into his thigh for the third time, begging him to go faster. “fuck, pretty...y’feel sooo good,” he groans from behind you, his balls slapping incessantly against your puffy pussy, dragging out grunts from him every time your walls clamp around him. “l-look at me.”

before you could even register his words, he’s taking his hand from your mouth and turning your head back to look at him. his other hand was digging painfully into your ass, spreading red marks across your skin every time it bounced. he could feel the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face and his glasses, which were now uncomfortably foggy and slipping down his nose bridge.

you didn’t know whether it was how stuffy the library was or if you had really lost all the air in your lungs the moment your head was forced back to look at him. shirt unbuttoned, his beautiful eyes now exposed, and there were red marks adorning his neck from earlier.

he looked so fuckin’ hot.

the bookcase you were holding onto was shaking riotously, books scattering onto the carpet as your jaw hung slack, glossy lips parted as you mewled without restraint. “ssooo deep, y’re in my tummyyyy!”

his balls clench painfully at your moans, hot and aching for release with every push against your wet, fluttering walls that kept sucking him in. he slams into you harder—if that was even possible—snaking his arm to wrap under your stomach, feeling his tip prodding at your abdomen. “yeah, f-feels good? im gonna—haah—cum...”

you could barely respond anymore with how hard he’s thrusting, each stroke jerking the glasses down the slope of his nose more and more. you nod dumbly at his words, crying out, “uhuh-uhuhhh, fuckin’ me s’good—!”

he’s moaning pathetically now; he’s never had a girl like this, and he can hardly feel his dick inside you now with how wet you are. despite the fog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him, desperate and hazy; it only makes him more keen to make you cum.  

and he does. just a few thrusts later, you’re cumming stupidly on his dick, wailing into his hand as he holds your face, your knuckles turned white from your grip on the bookshelf. “nnhh, need—y’to cum inside!”

he almost can’t believe what he’s hearing, but he decides not to question it, knowing this might be the only opportunity he’ll get with you. “shit—g..gonna fill this pussy up,” he pants, barely missing the way his voice cracks at the end as his balls tighten and he rolls his hips with one final stroke, shooting spurts of hot cum into your womb.

it was silent for a few moments, only the sounds of breathing to be heard in the emptiness of the library before you're being pushed forward, then slowly pulled back onto his cock. “...one more time?”

how could you say no to that?

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confrontation? you weren't a fan of it and well, it wasn't normally a problem.

until you got with your boyfriend.

your boyfriend of a few years—who's usually gone because of work—barely had time for you anymore because he'd usually be doing missions, and every time he'd get home, your shared bed was his first destination; that made you upset!

it's been nearly half an hour since your boyfriend got home, and to no surprise, he was already curling up in bed while you went to fix him dinner. except you weren't going to do that today.

you stood in the doorframe, barely registering your harsh words before they started to roll off your tongue. you weren't even sure if he was awake, but you didn't care. holding in those words for years made it all come out nasty; your words full of resentment.

once you were done, you started to regret speaking up when he didn't respond, and you were about to go back to the kitchen, until your boyfriend unexpectedly got up and hugged you from behind.

and now that's how you're here, your boyfriend caging you in a brutal mating press, cock buried in you to the hilt as he litters sweet words into your ears.

"im sorry, angel—fuck, you mean so much to me," he groans into his words, balls slapping your puffy cunt as he picks up the speed. he kisses your forehead, the gesture soft and sweet, a huge contrast to the way he was fucking into you right now.

"haaah—baby, please! ugghh, slowww dowwwn..." you felt like you were going to pass out. he was buried so deep in you that it was nauseating. you cover your eyes in an attempt to regain some consciousness, but every time his hips grinded into you, deep and rushed, you couldn't even if you tried.

there was desperation laced with every movement of his body. he grips your thighs to keep you from moving from him, determined to show you that he's sorry. "look at me, please. don't hide from me, im sorry," he pants, voice rough and raw as he removes your hand from your face, pinning it to the bed beside you.

you try to tell him something—something about how you can't take it anymore and that you forgive him, how he's going too fast, how you just want him to stop, how you need to cum all at the same time, and he laughs, a genuine one. "missed your sweet whines, doll... y'look so fuckin' pretty like this."

his hair is stuck to his forehead, sweat dripping onto your skin as he keeps his harsh pace, desperate words turned dirty. "nnnh...ahhh—m'gonna cummm!!" you try to warn, pussy stretched open and wet, desperate for more.

"yeah, yeah, make a mess all over my cock," he grits through his teeth, needing you to cum first before he stuffs your hole full.

and so you do, your walls flutter and clench around his dick as waves of pleasure fill your body. your boyfriend nearly shoots his load into your pussy right then and there, but he holds on, fucking you harshly through your orgasm before stopping.

"im not done. not stopping till i make it up to you." he murmurs, nose brushing yours, eyes pouring into your half-closed ones before he thrusts back into you.

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he would never admit it, but you know your boyfriend has a size kink.

he knew that you were significantly smaller than he was, but he hadn't given the topic much thought before, until he started to notice some small things. the way your body easily fit into his clothes, how he could pick you up with ease, or when you needed help reaching something that he could easily get.

he liked the size difference; it made him feel good that he could easily protect you if needed. but there was one thing in specific he liked more—the contrast between you two during sex. he'd have you underneath him with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder as he brutally pounds into you, splitting your poor, tight pussy open.

you're squirming and whining, telling him that it's too much and that he's too big, but he doesn't stop, he never does. his frame completely covers yours, caging you underneath him as you cry out, "it's—tttoo mmmuch! uuhhg...y're too big..."

you're being so whiny, but your boyfriend thinks you look so pretty like this, so stretched and dumb for him. you fisted the sheets as your legs quivered beside his head—they were aching to close, but unable to due to his grip on them. "you can do it," he grunts, fingernails digging into your plushy thighs. "shit, you're taking me so well, angel."

he watched raptly as your body struggled to take all of him; the sight of his veiny cock pistoning your tight, puffy cunt made him crazy. he slid his hand from your thigh to your stomach, pressing down against the visible bulge due to his stupidly huge dick. "can feel me in your tummy, huh, baby?" he smirked, taking in how cock-drunk you looked, with tears running down your cheeks and drool dribbling down your chin.

it brought something primal out in him, the way your juices leaked around his girth and how his hands easily wrapped around your small frame made him want to dump load after load into you till all you can think about is him. "mmm, pretty little pussy's jus' so greedy for it." he mumbles as you keep clamping down on him.

nothing had him more obsessed than seeing your small and fragile body stuffed full of him, your pussy dripping and stretched by his big dick, and your body quivering so much as you screamed for more, even when you swore you couldn't take it.

size kink? maybe you were right.

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your brother's best friend was over at your house, your knees on the cold hardwood floors as your heels dug painfully into your ass. your hands clenched into fists on your thighs, feeling breathless as his large hand held your chin up to look at him. you were about to talk, wanting to ask him what the hell was going on, but instead, you felt his thumb press onto your lips, preventing you from speaking. "ah-ah, you don't speak unless i tell you to, remember?"

hesitant, you nod, even if your knees were starting to hurt. you weren't really sure how you got into this position in the first place—you think you were talking about how you've never blown somebody before, and how you felt left out cuz all your friends have done it and then, rin stood up and told you to get on your knees for him, telling you he'll teach you how to blow someone properly.

"so good for me," rin praises lightly, taking his thumb away from your lips and rubbing it softly against your cheek. you let out a small whine at his praise, unsure if you were supposed to be doing this, but his words were definitely having an effect on you. "yeah? d'ya want my cock, doll?"

you nod again, your bottom lip wedging itself between your teeth. it was a little embarrassing the way this was going down, but you wanted to learn so badly. "c'mon, use your words. need'ta hear you beg for it," he says lowly, his face stone-faced and serious. your eyes flicker nervously between rin's cerulean eyes and the tent in his sweats as your throat suddenly goes dry with realization.

"i...don't know how..." you say quietly, your voice squeaking slightly as you peer back up at rin. you try to glare, but it ends up looking more like a pout, which causes him to laugh softly. "repeat after me, 'kay? i want your cock, please." rin says with a small nod, a silent encouragement for you to follow after his words.

you nod too, your hands now fisting the soft fabric of your shorts as you prepare yourself to repeat after him. "...i want your cock... please." you echo his words, your cheeks heating up into a soft pink. as soon as those words fall from your lips, rin smiles at your obedience and takes his hand from under your chin and moves it to the waistband of his sweats, sliding them—along with his boxers—down to his thighs.

"thaaat's my good girl," he praises again, putting his hand back underneath your chin as he grips his flushed and leaking cock in his other. your stomach churns at the sight of him gripping himself; even his big hand couldn't make his dick look small. rin parts your lips with his thumb again and takes a step closer, guiding his leaking tip to your bottom lip and swiping it along the plush pink skin, making your lip glossy.

you weren't really sure what to do so you open your mouth wider, trying to convince yourself that you're ready to take him. "oh? y'ready for my cock, baby? just keep those pretty lips parted, and ill guide you through it." rin groans into his last word as he slides his tip onto your tongue—your mouth is so hot and soft around him, the sight of you looking up at him with those sweet, big innocent eyes was driving him insane.

rin pushes himself deeper into your mouth, making you gag about halfway. he pulls out, making you think you'd get a small breather, only for him to thrust back in, cooing to help you through it. your hands fly to his thighs, your fingers gripping at his sweats for support as he starts to fuck your throat open. "yeah, you like this? so filthy, letting your brother's best friend fuck your tight little mouth..."

whining pathetically, your eyes start to well up, tears slipping down your cheeks as you're forced to take every inch of his cock down your throat. "jusss' like that. shit, y'gonna make me cum like this--so, so pretty when y'cry, doll." rin groans, fisting your hair with his right hand, guiding your movements to match his as he thrusts faster into your mouth.

"g'na cum—fuck, alllll down your throat," rin practically pants. his dick twitches before he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing your nose against his pelvis, shooting white hot ropes of his seed into your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop. "that's right, swallow it all, gorgeous, my good girl."

what a lesson!

the topic of your underwear hardly ever came up, and it certainly wasn't something your boyfriend ever expressed that he liked before, which is why now, you're completely shocked when your boyfriend suddenly got hard over your underwear.

you were wearing baby pink panties with little bunnies across the fabric, adorned with white lace along the edges. and now, your sweet boyfriend isn't the very best at words, but the moment he saw you wearing nothing but his t-shirt and this adorable pair, he needed to show how hard it got him.

you're gasping as he fucks his tip into your plush hole with your panties still on, his eyes tracing over how the fabric swallows his cock as he tries to push into your needy little hole. he has you flat on your back with your legs spread for him, your cute underwear now adorably wet.

"mmf—s'good like this, angel..." he mumbles, eyes glued on his red tip punching your clothed pussy as he held his shirt up lazily above his abs. he grasped the base of his cock in his left hand and slid it up n down your soaked panties, groaning at the fact that they've nearly gone completely translucent with his precum and your slick.

"pleaseee n-need more..." you whine, pouting up at him. it's been nearly ten minutes of him edging himself on your underwear, every push of his cock over your clothed and needy clit, leaves you wanting more.

"shh, jus' a bit more," he says panting, feeling himself getting closer with every push of himself across your pink panties. "needa paint these all pretty with my cum..." he mumbles again, groaning as he thrusts even faster, causing you to whine more as his cock drags along your puffy lips.

his cock jerks in his grasp, spilling white ropes of hot cum all over your underwear. "y'so cute like this, baby," he groans out as he lets out a long exhale, observing the mess he made on you. his hands trembled as he spread his cum more into the pink fabric, before pushing it to the side, revealing your glistening pussy to him.

"dont worry, m'not finished," your boyfriend reassures, rubbing his still-hard cock along your wet slit, his tip nudging against your plush hole. "need'ta cum inside this pretty pussy now." he breathes out, then pushes inside all at once, making you cry out cuz his size is just so big and thick that it stretches you too much. "haah, babyyy—ohhh—!" you mewl as his hips started to roll back n forth, your body twitching and arching uncontrollably beneath him over n over until he came, filling you up until it leaked all over your pretty panties once again.

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camboy!isagi rarely showed his face, but sometimes he would vlog during his streams when he wasn't doing asmr things, so you were shocked the moment the boy turned around. your heart sank to your feet, face going pale with immediate realization as isagi asks you if you were okay in the sweetest voice. "are you okay? do you need some water?" yep, you really thought you died and went to heaven. and before you knew it, you were being led out to isagi's car, offering you a water bottle.

camboy!isagi didn't know how to explain it to his twitch chat, so he just simply went live as you sat insanely shy and nervous in isagi's lap. when the stream started up, the viewers started to roll in quickly, the chat especially; all of them were questioning who this girl was. you weren't really sure what was happening!

camboy!isagi starts slow, easing you into his routine on camera, whispering reassuringly in your ear while his arm hooks around your waist to stop you from falling over on his thigh. isagi takes notice of your nervousness as your eyes were trained on the chat on his side monitor, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the pleats on your skirt. isagi whispers softly to only you, his lips by your ear. "just keep your eyes on me, yeah? forget about the stream." you could barely register his words once they came out of his mouth; your body only responding to his tone and the way he was holding you, but you nodded anyway.

camboy!isagi rubs you through your panties, and to his surprise, you're already soaked. your hands are still huddled around your skirt, not giving the viewers anything to look at, but isagi changes that quickly. "cute thing is already wet for me... wanna see?" isagi asks his twitch chat, already going for your hands and removing them from your skirt, lifting and bunching the black fabric around your hips, revealing your white lacy panties.

camboy!isagi groans when you whine, already feeling the massive hard-on he's getting. "all this for me?" he whispers more to himself than to you, spreading your legs more over his lap, continuing to rub your clothed pussy. "nnnh—'sagi…" you moan looking down at him as he looks up at you, his arm around your waist tightening. isagi's slips his hand inside your underwear, dragging his middle and ring through your wet folds and gathering your slick on the pads of his fingers before making slow circles on your clit. "that's it, pretty girl, isagi's making you feel good, hm?"

camboy!isagi coaxes you onto the thick girth of his cock slowly, stretching your walls around him. "gonna make you all watch as she rides me…" he whispers out before planting his hands on your hips and holding you in place as he pulls out, then slams back in roughly. you nearly fall over at the sheer strength of the thrust, but isagi holds you against him, his right arm crossing your stomach, gripping at your left tit as he slams in. "g-god isagi—haah—slow down!" you gasp out, gripping the arms of his desk chair for support, but he doesn't slow down. if anything, he speeds up even more. "sorry, pretty, feels too good…" he mumbles into your ear, the mic barely picking up anything but your pathetic whines and the squelching of your poor cunt.

camboy!isagi bites down on your shoulder to prevent himself from cumming too fast, trying his best to hold on until you cum, even though your pussy is squeezing him firmly. "fuck, baby, you're taking me sooo well—so tight…" isagi groans out, but you're not even sure of what he's saying anymore. there's drool dribbling down your chin, your throat is raw from moaning, and pussy all stretched and slicked. "—'sagiii, uhhhnn—ah—mmm!" you mewl mindlessly, eyes closed and watery with how good he's is ruining you right now.

camboy!isagi grips onto your body tighter, caging you within his arms as he forces you to take every inch of him brutally. your body trembles against his, thighs twitching as you fight to keep your legs open, walls fluttering around his cock. "that's right, pretty—y'gonna cum? show me how good im doing..." he groans out loud, and your whole body jerks as it hits you, your voice trembling as you cry out his name, sobbing out incoherently. "mmf—ah! isagiii, isagi, isagi—ahhmm, m'gonna cum! isagiiii!"

camboy!isagi keeps slamming into you even as you cum, forcing you to ride out your orgasm while you're still whining. "s'good jus' like that, lose it on my cock, baby." he grunts, struggling to keep up with the rhythm as he holds back a bit longer because he just loves being so close to you when you're a trembling, filthy mess like this and it's all for him. "mm—'s too much!" you mewl, your hands finding his arms, clawing at them from the overstimulation. "you can take it... take it till i finish inside you." isagi pants, his thrusts fast n unbearable.

camboy!isagi finishes inside you, white, hot spurts of cum coating your walls, filling you to the brim. he pulls you off of his lap and sets you on his thigh, watching while showing his viewers all his cum leaking out of your abused cunt. "shit—it's jus' spilling out…" he mumbles, his voice soft and slurred with satisfaction. he watches as every drop tries to escape, only to be fucked back in with a push of his two fingers.

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could you do another part of camboy!isagi and reader but this time she’s no longer just a viewer? ><

camboy!isagi's post came up on your suggested on when you were scrolling on twitter one day. the post blabbed about how he had just gotten some new soccer trinkets, which you skimmed over, and instead, you clicked the link to his twitch without thinking much about it, knowing that you've always liked to watch asmr so this could be relaxing to listen to, right? wrong.

camboy!isagi's bulge was staring right at you after the stream loaded. he had on a white football jersey, but it was hiked up, showing off a bit of his abs. your breath caught in your throat, face going red with the realization of what you were looking at. it was quiet for a few moments on his end, but the chat pinged endlessly, telling him to take his pants off. you were about to click off, not wanting to get yourself caught up in some kind of porn stream, but then he spoke.

camboy!isagi's voice rang through your headphones, "want 'em off, huh? tell me how bad." his tone was soft and whispered, alluring you. you could already feel your arousal pooling in your panties from just his voice, causing you to close your thighs together on instinct. your hand lay frozen on your trackpad with your breath caught in your throat as isagi's left hand fidgeted with the drawstrings of his grey sweats, twirling them around his pointer finger while the other continued to hike his jersey up. isagi's hand then snaked underneath his sweatpants, palming himself through his boxers, panning the camera down so that you could only see from his thighs to his neck, giving his viewers a better view of him.

camboy!isagi whispers into his mic, "a-ah—look what y'guys have done to me now…" his tone instantly sending shivers down your spine, causing you to clench your thighs together harder, trying to avoid what you were feeling, but at the same time, wanting to watch more. with the help of the twitch chat and a few donations, isagi shoves his sweats and boxers down to his mid-thighs, freeing his hard cock, the tip flushed and leaking. you didn't notice your own hand moving until it was already buried underneath your panties, your middle finger swiping through your soaked folds. "g'na stroke it f'all you…" isagi whispers, his left hand finding the base of his cock, giving a few silent pumps before letting out a strangled moan. "sorry... that was a bit loud, yeah?" he whispers, starting to moan a bit quieter now.

camboy!isagi's twitch chat runs a mile a minute, users fawning and screaming, all of them telling him to go faster. he complies somewhat shyly, not wanting to disappoint his fans in the chat, and starts to stroke himself faster. "w'na watch me cum all over my hand?" isagi asks in a whisper again, letting out pants and quiet mewls into the mic. your mouth hangs open as you watch isagi fuck into his fist, your own hand speeding up as you pump two fingers inside your needy pussy to match his speed. your legs are pushed apart on your bed, your laptop in between them, not giving yourself freedom to close your legs as you continue the assault on your abused cunt.

camboy!isagi whispers lowly into his mic, "c-cum for me—fuckk… gush all over my damn cock baby." and its not long until you feel that familiar tightening in your abdomen, both your hands prodding at your slicked pussy as you get close. so so close. as if he's read your body and mind, whining and whimpering as his shoulders and abs tense up, his dick twitching within his grasp, signaling that he's about to cum too. "c'mon you can do it, be a good girl f'me—ahhh.." isagi whines into the mic, and the second you register his words, you're cumming all over your fingers, shoving them deep inside you and curling them against that sweet spot over n over.

camboy!isagi cums all over his fist, thighs, and abs not long after you do, his moans broken and breathy, not all quiet anymore. the twitch chat doesn't stop even for a second, hundreds of donations and new follows popping up on the screen of his stream, all praising and cheering for him. "got all loud again, sorry..." isagi gives a soft, sheepish chuckle, a flush spreading down his neck all the way down to his thighs, a light sheen of sweat covering his torso. "thank you guys for the stream, see you all tomorrow?" he whispers into the mic once more before the screen changes to black, displaying small text of thank you for watching. you sit there, panting and head spinning, too tired to judge yourself for what you had just done but you find the last bit of strength in your arms to turn on notifications for the next stream.

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