— mattsun: can’t help it, it’s a deep and hungry ache residing in the pit of his stomach. thinks you look pretty, prettier than he’s ever seen you- and that’s saying something, because in his eyes you’re the most precious thing in the world.

so he should be more careful, should tug you off his lap because it’s not a good idea, he knows you need to be prepped to take him, you don’t know what you’re getting into.

that’s what he thinks- there’s not way you don’t know what you’re doing, dripping down his jeans, sitting your cunt firmly over the bump of his fat cock.

pleads and whines falling so pretty, gracing him, letting him know how much you want him despite never taking it. it makes him snap.

now you’re laying against the mattress, clinging onto him for dear life- asking him, practically begging him to slow down just a tiny bit, and for the most part mattsun does.

“you don’t want it anymore?” he questions, deep vibrations tumbling forth from the back of his throat- thick, heated cockhead rubbing your pulsing clit with vigor, spreading your slick- nearly spraying it all over you in messy spurts while he gives you a sweet orgasm by his cockhead rubbing your clit over and over.

“i-i do! i do!” you pant, eyes shutting closed, hands bunched into shaky fists against his chest-

that’s what he thought.

it’s a delicious tight heat- hugging his smooth and veiny cock, nearly bending from the sheer size and pressure while he pushes in, eagerly watching with lidded eyes, a careful and devouring gaze pinned to your pussy- he watches with a baited breath, seeing your little cunt stretch round him, pussy lips parting and hugging him- so so cute.

— aone: cant breathe, how can he? how can he when you’re crying under him, babbling out about how big he is, about how thick and how much it hurts.

there’s a deep panic residing in his tummy, tries pulling away, he’s tried to many times now- but your hooked legs push him against you when he does.

sweat drops down from his hairline, face pink and red blossomed down his chest while you cry under him.

aone hates how much he loves it, with a glance down, he can see the way his cock pulses, slowly, very slowly sinking into a heat and tightness that makes his knuckles go white with the grip of your hips.

“‘ts too big!” you warble for the fifth time now, and he simply nods- knowing he can’t do anything about the pain, no- not when you don’t let him go.

“c-calm down, it’s okay.” he finally groans, a low and airy, gruff timbre making you shake even more against him.

he folds his body down, reaching his mouth to tenderly kiss your forehead, taking your hands, keeping your nails from biting into the fat of your palms by intertwining both of them into his large hands.

oh! thank you- that looked like a really easy fix… i’m not too smart with house repairs… so thank you.

oh! thank you- that looked like a really easy fix… i’m not too smart with house repairs… so thank you.

i listen to him when he speaks- just barely suppressing a squeak with how lewd it sounds. i want to hit myself for getting so riled up at the mere mention of something like lube, knowing good and well that it was just what he was doing- straightening up a bit when i see him turn and walk towards me, i stretch my hand out and give him the cup, expecting him to stay at arms length, my whole chest squeezing the closer he steps.

my eyes look up at him while he drinks- wide and transfixed at his own gaze, wanting so badly to look away, but i can’t just barely giving myself time to look down at his throat while he does. i manage to close my mouth from the surprised gape with the little space set between us, eyes widening when his tongue peeks out- blushing so badly the heat from my cheeks makes me feel too warm. the subtle step he takes closer to me feels dangerous and i squirm underneath his gaze, reaching up to tuck strands of my hair behind my ear.

he says thank you but doesn’t make a move to step back and i want so badly to touch him, his very being making me want to drop down onto my knees and let him have his way with me- dizzy with the thought of a man this big fucking me until i can’t move. he looks gentle but the aura around him is strong, and i want nothing more than to see if he could fuck me how i want, but he snaps me out of my thoughts- realizing too late that i’m wet, throbbing and undoubtedly soaked through the thin panties i have on, my dress not doing anything to help.

o-oh… door…

i respond back- moving before i even think, so set on listening to what he says- realizing deep down that he could tell me to do anything and i would, placing a hand against his chest, trying so hard to not think about the muscle underneath my shaky fingertips or how small my hand looked against his body- wondering if everything of him his big like this. i don’t know why i don’t ask him to move, choosing instead to squeeze past the tiny space between his body and the counter- pressing myself right up to him as i step past, bristling when i feel something hard- not knowing if it’s the many tools or if it’s him, his cock- but i don’t let myself think too hard on it, feeling like i need to flee on shaky legs.

i make my way to the bathroom- showing him yet another door that’s too loud and creaky, frazzled by the whole situation.

t-this one too… sorry, my house needs a lot of work done… i don’t have anyone to fix things for me and- i don’t know much.

it takes moments to really fully relax, whining with each kiss and touch he places to my thighs- already fully fucking me out by just his mouth. it’s near suffocating but so very welcomed. the praise sends shivers down my spine and right then and there i decide that i would do anything to hear it spoken and directed at me once more, tongue feeling slow in my response, happy that he tugs me to my feet instead- burying my face in his thick neck for the short amount of time he has me in his arms.

when he sets me down, i eagerly tilt my body towards him before i see him strip- swallowing hard at the sight of his body, hands absolutely itching to touch and feel- there’s a tinge of fear that runs down my spine at how big his form is, knowing full and well that he could bend me in half if he wanted, but i knew he would never hurt me... maybe if i asked- but never maliciously. my body burns the second he sits next to me, turning with intent when he beckons me- nearly whining out loud at the sight of him palming himself.

yes daddy.

i breathe at his command- getting rid of absolutely everything, cheeks pinged just the slightest shade of pink at being completely naked. i fit so nice in his hold, his heat transferring onto my own skin, warming me from the outside in, shivering badly with the feel of his big cock pressed against my cunt. my eyes are wide as i look at him, still having to look up even with being draped over his body like this.

my head tilts into his touch with fervor, reciprocating each touch and kiss with a small whimper- eager and mirroring each groan that tumbled from his own mouth. i can barely think with being sat over his cock and the moment he presents me with a choice my throat runs dry.

i-i...

i breath, voice shaky and high, mouth eagerly wanting something to suck on, but the thought of fitting a cock that big makes me shy.

can i have your cock? please- i’ll be good a-and take what i can daddy... i wanna suck on it so bad.

i can only look up at the ceiling while he touches me, feeling and hearing him split me open for his gaze sends a rush of heat down my body- mewling, crying out the second his tongue touches my cunt, heart beating so loud and hard i can see it in my vision.

his lips seal around my clit and i try so very hard not to squirm away from him completely- eyes roaming from the ceiling, down to his eyes- watching while he sucks there, stars dancing in my eyes with how it feels. i clench around nothing, whining out a mixture of his name and a plead- not knowing exactly what i’m asking for, just knowing it feels too good, hips twitching, thighs trembling while he grips at me- i finally slump down thanks to his command, the need to please him stronger than anything else.

there’s tears in my eyes as i watch him tongue at my clit, hand coming down to hold onto his hair, lips pouting as i cry for more- already at the precipice of my orgasm with his big tongue licking at me like that, his sucking only further having my legs tremble, eyes rolling back at the feeling of me cumming around his tongue, hips trying to grind over the hold he has on me- gushing down onto his lips, tongue, chin, completely at his mercy- my face is red while i cum, crying out praise-

f-fuck! ‘ts so good daddy! ‘m cumming s-so much! all for you, all for you-

my mouth nearly hangs open at the offer, looking down at the hand wrapped around my wrist- in the middle of telling him he doesn’t t need to say thank you when he tugs me to him, knees immediately shaking with the kiss he presses to my hand, wanting to flip my hand over and touch his face, words caught in my throat, nodding instead.

are you sure?

i question, glancing down at his thigh and back up at his mouth, deciding not to question his request, the hand not in his grasp coming up to cup his face- thumb running over the corner of his lip before smiling, once more nodding enthusiastically, heart beating heavy in my chest.

i can barely contain the blush blooming across my cheeks as i sit, looking up at him to make sure its okay still, deciding that i wanted to be able to look at him. wiggling slightly when i’m sat, shaky hands clasped over both his shoulders, shyly looking anywhere but his face, leaning forward and resting my chin on one of his broad shoulders, hoping he has room to actually eat.