DA¥ZED!!

not proofread and etc

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he was inside of you.

you clenched your teeth, hard.

the way your tongue rubbed softly against the roof of your mouth made everything buzz—in a way, mirroring the pressure at your center that numbed your mind.

your skin was on fire.

"shh... you're doing so good.." he paused, inhaling a short breath. "all tight and messy for me."

the praise traveled beside your ear, swirling underneath your skin and through your vision as tears—blurred and unfocused.

he—your worst fucking enemy and “stain on your existence,” as you put it—chuckled softly—almost giggling with satisfaction. he pulled back from you, a trail of cold following goosebumps that climbed in circles down your back.

he, as soft as the kisses that he’d outlined your face, neck, and chest with; pressed his palm against your neck.

his fingers cradled the sides of your neck, thumb and middle pressing in on your veins, not yet squeezing with his entire hand. “y..y’know..”

he inhaled, slamming his hips against the cushion of your ass, suddenly stopping his thrust to press fully within your heat. “sshiit…! you—you’re gonna make me…” at the same time, leaning over to press both his fist into your bed.

your eyes rolled, disappearing upward as you crashed into the sheets, overstimulated and quivering.

silence filled your room for all of a second.

you reeled, heaving incorrectly.

your neck burned where his fingers once were.

your mind rang with a soft fuzzy sensation. your thoughts weren’t forming how you wanted. instead, all focusing on the weight in your gut, pressing in every direction.

you hated how full you were.

you hates how your legs trembled, weak with pleasure.

you hated how he was so, so deep.

you hated how you wanted more.

but, he was already fully inside. planted so deep you could feel the annoying warmth of his hips; pressing harsh against your ass.

his pubes, the stubble of his happy trail, the heat of his body—it was all so annoying.

you thoughts broke—all at once when he pressed closer.

it sent fire cascading in lazy arcs down your face. “ahh!”

he chuckled, “you still there?”

his voice sounded different. usually high pitched, annoying, and obnoxious—it was almost unrecognizable. “nng. fuck… can I move?” the words were smooth, contrasting with the rough, worn, and almost intoxicating baritone of his voice.

your head spun under him.

you didn’t respond verbally. you didn’t think. you just moved, chasing a high only he could provide.

pushing your hips up, you slid impossibly closer.

his shaft pulsed inside of you, making you feel like you could burst from the pressure alone. “mmh!!” his tip hammered against the bottom of your hole, shoving upward and cramming against your stomach.

you heard him groan, the sound echoing against the four walls of your room. “oh my god…”

his hands found their way to your waist, fingers hooking against your v-line and thumbs rubbing circles against the low of your back.

he shifted his hips left, moving barely an inch but you felt so much more.

his tip shifted, his veins thrummed against your walls, he moaned outloud—and the underside of his dick pressed flush against your prostate.

stars flooded your vision.

he swayed right, dragging his entire weight to the opposite side of you.

you felt your throat constrict. the feeling was indescribable:

you couldn’t decide if you felt full—the pressure on your prostate still there even if he’d released, stretching your hole to the opposite side.

maybe you felt tense. all the muscles in your body contacted at once, curling your toes and grasping at the sheets underneath your palms.

heat? or a burning exhaustion? at your base coiled a feeling of aching warmth. it ran along your nerves, dancing in hot embers just under your skin, belting into your tip before rolling back and up to your stomach; pressing against the stretch still deforming your stomach.

maybe that’s what it was: stretch.

your hole was stretched to its most, struggling to contain his girth.

your walls had never housed such a monsterous presence. your fingers couldn’t compare, your toys didn’t come close; nothing would ever stretch you like he was doing.

“[name…]”

he said your name in a sing-song manner, liquid lust dropping from each syllable. “you didn’t pass out, did you?”

you felt the muscles in your eyes strain, wanting to roll but unable to find the strength.

he groaned, like he teetering on the edge of bliss. “c’monn…” he whined as he rolled his hips into you, the movement only further straining your eyes as they tried to roll back.

“it feels too good…there’s no way your out.” his left hand left your hip, sliding along your side before twisting in your hair. “you’re gripping me too tight… loosen up or I’m gonna cum.”

easier said than done.

he shifted his fingers, wrapping himself deeper before yanking back in one motion.

“nggh!! yuuji!!”

you felt the warmth of his smile. “there you are!!”

your back arched, uncomfortable and too far as he pulled you closer to him. “you hear me? you’re wayy too tight…”

he slowly drew his hips away from yours, hissing lightly the entire time. “mm, fuck… you gonna give me my dick back, or…?”

heat bloomed across your chest, spreading upward with each harsh drum of your heartbeat.

he had fully excavated from you, leaving only his tip to plug your warmth, keeping everything inside.

with one swift motion he was back inside, hitting deeper than before and somehow spreading your muscles further.