#brain spunk

Kyle believes its mandatory to say "biiiiig stretch," whenever his dog stretches.

It becomes so much of a habit that whenever you stretch yourself out in the morning he croons, "biiiiiig stretch." Sometimes laughing lightly as he's already getting dressed, sometimes still half asleep face buried against his pillow. Didnt matter the state, he just always did.

And when your back is arching off the bed — your nails are clawing at his shoulders, weak whines and pleas spilling past your lips at the stretch of his cock pushing inside of you — his big hand is cupping your cheek.

Safe to say he's gagging like a bitch. Can barely take half the thing without tears stinging at his eyes. And if you're mean you tell him, "well, that's pathetic, baby." In a mocking tone. (lt makes his cock twitch dw) and if you're even meaner you decide to 'help out'. Forcing the toy down his throat with your hand. Do it over and over. Like he does when fucking your throat without consideration. He's a mess by the end, sweaty, eyes red with tears flowing from them, drooled all over the toy, down on himself like some mutt. But some time during it he came without even being touched.

But he's a bit too big for your clothes so he tries them on another day when he's sure you'll walk in on him. And when your reaction is positive he is on his knees begging you to come shopping with him. He needs his dove's help with picking out whats just right.

And maybe watching him turn on all the pretty pieces and watching the way his eyes beam turns you on enough to go for a quick fuck in the changing rooms.

Its really not his fault when his pretty wife is walking through the door. Deciding you've had enough of him being stressed, barely home over the last week. You would've let it slide if he had communicated, stated its a busy week and all woukd be good. But no, he's just bottling up leaving her in a cold bed. Pent up and needy, worst of all.

And of course he can't protest when you push his chair back and settle on his lap. Your perfume waving through the air, soothing his senses. The warthm radiating off you so familiar and comforting. Just what he needs.

John's expecting a firm talk, to be scolded for keeping things to himself. And he will be. But right now you can't ignore the wetness in your panties, palming at his cock, kissing at his neck until he gets the hint.

And fuck. Apparently he's just as riled up as you, because he's hard in no time. Forcing his lios against your messily, letting spit fall past your lips while he's fumbling with both your clothes— doesn't bother really taking anything off, just enough to reveal your cunt to him and pull his dick out from the confines of his boxers.

Calls you a "needy thing." While bending you over his desk as if he's not the one desperately rutting against your ass. Going slow is the last thing on his mind when your hole just sucks him right in with its wetness. He doesn't ever bother clamping a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He needs the familiarity, the known sounds of you falling apart beneath him. Showering you with every praise under the sun. Can't go a minute without calling "my beautiful woman, so pretty, so soft..."

Which means you get to hear it about three times. Because fuck, he's just been so pent up he doesn't even have time to slow then when his orgasm approaches rapidly. Feeling your hot walls clench around his length, your hand grasping at his arms, wordlessly begging him to stay inside as he cums.

And he does. Letting your cunt milk him dry, filling you to the brim until it drips out and onto the polished floor, as he pants, fucked out enough to drool a little into his beard.

"Sorry, lovie." "S' okay..." your soft voice makes him crumble a little. Not allowing you to pull off instead forcing himself into borderline overstimulation, rough hand coming down to play with your puffy clit. Making sure you get off atleast once.

Watching as you claw at some (un)important paperwork, legs twitching as it all washes over you like a wave. While he's crooning into your, "so good for me... gonna be home early, 'kay? Treat you good tonight, promise." And you can just nod as he pulls your panties back into place, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you try to straighten out.

You're grateful that, for once, the old lady at his secretary desk doesnt shoot you a look. As if she knew john had needed this to get his head back into the game.

He was far from the best boyfriend, mentally it often took a toll on you. And drive you to edges you didn't even know exited. Making you want to scream at him, throw plates his way and make him shut up.

But the goddamn sex made it okay.

The way he'd bend you over and fuck you into oblivion each time you got mad, leaving you unable to even spew curses at him, was something that never left your mind.

And other men were fun, sure. Took you out to nice places, pulled your chair back, and complimented your eyes. It was nice to feel desired.

But the sex always ruined it. You always waited to the stretch to burn, for cold piercings to rub against your wet walls. For a heavy hand around your throat, thick thumb rubbing your clit. But it all never came.

Neither did you. So it was only natural you'd get desperate enough to call ex!Simon up.

And fortunately for you that man wasn't off better. No woman felt quite like you. Either too whiny about his size before he even bottomed out, or too submissive, just baring their throats for him to handle. You always submitted, yes. But not without bite.

That bite was all the fun. So of course he had never jumped into his car faster once you called.

And never had he fucked you harder. He was on you for hours, getting lost in your taste, stretching you on his fingers until you begged for the real thing. Fucking you both into pure overstimulation. Leaving sweaty, panting, tangled bodies spread across your bed. Brains oozing out of your ears, but satisfaction running bones deep through you both.

Professor!Gaz who enjoys giving you harder assignments. Who either gets off on your intelligence when you manage to finish them on time with great marks. Or gets off on your desperation when you come begging for an extension or his help.

Professor!Gaz who looks you in the eyes when he hands back graded assignments. Smiling at you while crooning how good you did. (Don't be suprised if there's a a stain or two on your paper. He's just a messy man, nothing to do with him jerking off while grading, imagining you all focused while writing this.)

Professor!Gaz who has you in his office late in the evening. Academic talk having been turned to personal a while ago. A glass of bourbon in his hand, maybe in yours too. Or maybe he played mean and just gave you some soda, "shouldn't drink under the week."

Professor!Gaz is far from oblivious. He sees the way you stick mostly to yourself. Who invites you to his home when you're that vulnerable. He's quick to make you feel comfortable there. Letting you snoop through his living room, letting you ask all the questions you want about the things around.

Eventually having you sit on the couch with him, your feet on his lap. Firms hands massaging them through your socks, biting back a smirk at the clear relief you feel. Takes the opportunity to catch you off guard and ask you about the students who weren't playing nice torward you.

Professor!Gaz who can't stand what he heard. So a week later they're all gone. Years of military service making it easy to get rid of bodies. Or y'know, make his stance clear infront of the principle and get them expelled. It doesn't matter how he did it, all you need to know is they're gone sweetheart.

Professor!Gaz who doesn't have you under his table, (which is not to say he doesn't appreciate it when you go there on your own) but is the one under your table lapping at your cunt or throating your dick while you're working on your homework for some other Professor. He doesn't truly care if you get it done, he'll reward you if you do, but he'll also reward you if you don't. His class is the only one that should matter to you anyway. (Possesive fucker)

Professor!Gaz who makes you look him into the eye while his cock is drilling into your hole. Telling you how good you did on that last assignment, how proud he is for raising your hand in class. Who gives you questions to solve in the middle of sex. Making you finish for each correct answer, letting you stand on that edge until you get it right.

Professor!Gaz who gains a sense for when you're stressed. Who pulls you into his lap, biting and sucking at your neck while he let's you vent. Humming every now and then to tell you he's paying attention. His hand eventually slipping between your thighs, letting you ramble on before he makes your mind melt with just his fingers.

Professor!Gaz who has to sit behind his desk the next day because seeing the hickeys he left on your neck just gives him a raging boner each time.

He's big and broad, stands out wherever he goes. Especially when someone small stands next to him, it just makes his size so much more obvious. He hates that, wishes he could blend in better.

So a pretty fat thing that covers far more of his frame is a blessing. When his hands can dig into plushy thighs, instead of almost wrapping fully around them, his heart flutters. He loves when tits are so heavy, they spill out between his long fingers.

Fuck, he adores when he can manhandle and carry around someone who's not used to it. The suprised gasp, and quiet sounds of protest fill him with a gentle kind of joy. Being told "im too heavy!" only to proof you wrong fuels his confidence, makes him proud to have found you and show you how much other men suck in comparison to him.

Fat spilling over tight jeans, stockings sinking into thighs, a soft tummy hiding under a loose sweater, cum spilling over a jiggly ass and coating stretch marks, gets his blood running like nothing else. Yeah, he loves fat girls.

You were already curled up in the sheets, heat radiating off you in a way that made it all yhe more comfortable, when the front door opened with its quiet creak. You barely moved when hiromi's careful steps entered your shared bedroom, too comfortable, too sleepy to really do anything beside groan a quiet hello when he leaned down to press a kiss against your head. "Sorry..." he mumbled, hand briefly coming down to stroke your face, "just go to sleep, I'll join after showering."

You were already halfway to dreamland with the sounds of the shower running in the back, sleep was tempting. Though, full rest didn't want to come, knowing your husband was just a door away. Just a few minutes longer and you'd get to feel his gentle touches again.

It did pay off when the matress finally shifted behind you, sheets being tugged at until you felt his firm form press against your back. Wet hair tickling your neck alongside his warm breath, arm slipping around you in a loving hold, huffing a laugh at the little sound that left you as he pulled you close. "Mhm... everythin good?" your voice was terribly mumbled, riddled with sleep and still you were giving him an outlet.

"Nothing to worry about. Stupid client." That you could accept, wether it was true or not was a conversation for tomorrow.

You eventually shifted in his hold, turning to face him and bury yourself in his chest with a happy sigh. He could barely make out a word when you mumbled something about missing him, needing him maybe, he wasn't sure. He was happy to let you babble on, especially if it meant feeling your hands run over his worn body like they were now. At least until your hand came down to his crotch, just a careful touch at first. Fingers tracing along the seams of his boxers until they found his dick instead.

"Honey..." he exhaled against you, arms tensing around you as he tried to keep himself composed.

"Need you? Please?" He wanted to deny you. He didn't want to rob you of sleep because he would love to get off. But your touch seemed to be more selfish than anything, exploring for you, touching him for your pleasure. So...

Yeah, he could never resist you. Both your underwear was off in no time. Even while he made that conscious effort to keep you close, comfy and cuddled against him. He didn't have much more energy left than you, but still made the effort to work you up. Soft hands playing with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, massaging the soft tissue of your tits until you started squirming, those non verbal pleas for more. Long fingers came down between your thighs, gathering the sweet slick that had already gathered, fingers dragging along your slit until they caught your clit.

He wanted to be slow, but you were so painfully eager. Hips rolling against every touch of his, breathless begs spoken against his chest for more, please more, need you, just.. dont care, more?

His lips slotted against your own in a familiar messy kiss, nothing but love and desperation being poured into it as he lined himself up with you. Leg hooking over his hip to give him better access as his tip finally caught your dripping hole. He swallowed your moan, only to let out his own for you to swallow as he pushed in all the way. Sending pleasant shivers right through you as you clenched down around him, leaving his hips and breath stuttering in a way that no grown man should. Fuck. "Feel so good, honey... so fucking good for me."

Neither of you made an attempt to move in that moment. The need for release taking a backseat for the intimacy pumping through you. Being so full of him, so close that every sense could only pay attention to hiromi made your mind woozy and awfully calm at the same time. You decided if he was fine with this, you'd just like to stay like that. Completely engulfed in him. And he didn't find himself complaining, offering a handful of shallow thrusts before he just stilled.

He was perfectly content just holding you like that for the rest of the night. Feeling the way your breath slowed with every kiss he offered until it came down to a steady rhythm, eyes closed, body searching out to be impossibly closer to him. Mumbling sweet words that hopefully reached you in your subconsciousness as sleep caught up to him too. The twitch in his cock felt irrelevant, a need he could easily ignore in favour of one handedly massaging the back of your neck until he dozed off next to you, nestled deep inside of you, touching as much of as eachother as you could, and basking in eachothers warmth as if the horrors of the world didn't exist.