#buttsecks

FIRST OF ALL, release[s]. Bold of you to assume he had just one--he didn't. You know he had multiple.

SECOND OF ALL--please baby, allow me to indulge in another thought slightly off the mark? Because I can't stop thinking about it.

Third of all, what a delicious thought in general. Because look, tiger is all filled up right? And Bill is still out of his goddamn mind with possessive vibes, with knowing he's the only one who has ever gotten this privilege, and tiger is feeling like she's damn fine with being owned.

And she's so sensitive, so overstimulated, but he just can't help it--knowing that she's lying there, still squeezing her thighs around a plug, so full of his come. It's enough to get him going all over again but instead he just reaches a hand between her legs, runs a gentle finger up her slit. She presses her thighs shut and squirms, lets out a low whimper--but he hushes her, sliding his thumb into her mouth and wedging his hand between her closed legs.

"One more," he says, stroking his finger gently over her clit, "One more for me, sweet girl."

He has to be so gentle, barely touching her, his finger just hovering over her nub as he draws gentle circles on it. She bites down, writhes a little as the pleasure-pain courses through her, squeezes her legs together and just lets out this guttural, drawn out moan as she spasms again.

And like, Bill is fucking obsessed. He's obsessed. Knowing that he's the only one who has ever spilled inside of her, knowing that she's full of his come--god he didn't think it was possible again tonight, but suddenly he's hard as a rock.

He moans into her neck, reaching down and tapping the plug softly.

"Can you take me again sweet girl?" he murmurs, "Just one more time?"

He twists it gently and tiger moans, but then she whines. She doesn't want him to move it, doesn't want him to touch it, doesn't want him to pull it out even if it means she gets to be filled up with him again. She's floating too blissfully, feeling owned and possessed by him, filled by him, she's too full in all the ways she loves and he doesn't want to pull her out of that head space in any way.

But then tiger pushes at him a little--clumsily--but she manages to get enough space to turn over onto her stomach, whining a bit as she balances on her knees and pushes her ass up. Bill could fucking die. He could fucking explode on the spot, and instead he lets out a loud, uncontrollable groan thats deep in his throat.

"Here sweet girl?" He runs a finger over her lower back, down over her hole, "Can I fill you up here too?"

She whimpers, pushing back against his finger. It's the biggest exercise in self-restraint Bill thinks he has ever had to show, not to fist her hair and push her head into the pillow, and slam into her while she's on her knees with her ass up like that for him.

(Yuri was reading, whilst Natsuki was standing beside her.)

Yuri: Wh....Natsuki, what the heck?

Listen, I will literally take every opportunity I can to talk about ~buttsecks! and you all should be aware of this by now.

Sweet fae bae, what if this is the case, but tiger comes by accident? 

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Stay with me here.

Bill loves a lot of things when it comes to tiger, but he loves two things in particular: dat ass, and when she just absolutely soaks him.

Tiger is into booty play now, tiger is into how much Bill is into booty play, because it’s hard not to get excited about something that literally drives her dude insane. Bill turns fucking feral when he’s allowed in the back door, and it has made a rather enthusiastic partner out of tiger. And they’ve done this enough now that Bill knows that she needs a little something more from him when they do this, she needs to be filled up in the way she loves and needs a little bit of friction to help get her over the edge, so it has really become second nature to him--he’ll always reach a hand around and help her along with those deft fingers of his.

Maybe this round tiger is at a real sensitive time in her hormonal cycle. Maybe she has been a little worked up all day and all she has thought about is...this. Of Bill, tall and strong behind her, his hips slamming into hers. His hands squeezing at the softness of her thighs, his grip bruising as he tries to reel in his control. His moans--those feral, guttural grunts that seemingly only come out when he gets to have her this way. The way each thrust pushes her shoulders a little more into the mattress, the way her legs quiver, that delicious stretch she feels around his length somewhere that she’s still not fully used to yet.

Tiger has been thinking about it all day, so she’s already worked up pretty steadily by the time Bill gets home and she starts pulling at his clothes. And when she finally gets him behind her, when she finally crawls to her knees and tries to back up against him, she’s already dripping.

And Bill, for his part, is just fucking maniacal. Coming in the door to his girl pulling off his clothes and demanding buttsecks? Bill can’t breathe. he’s surprised he’s even still conscious. And maybe it takes him a few thrusts in his lust-clouded brain to remember that right, tiger likes to feel a little something on her front too, so he reaches his hand around. She’s already so soaked and he moans, gliding his hand through her folds and plunging two fingers inside of her.

But that? Jesus, tiger almost blacks out. She was so close already and that pressure was exactly what she needed. Bill no sooner has his knuckles in and tiger comes with a loud, drawn out cry and then he feels it gushing from her--warm, wet, all over his hand and all over the sheets. She shakes through it, continuing to moan as the aftershocks take over, and he lets her ride it out before slowing his movements. He’s a little stunned--he didn’t expect that, and tiger certainly didn’t expect that.

“Did you just--”

“I made a mess,” she mumbles quietly. And maybe it’s how small she sounds, how meek, the way she sounds really embarrassed and apologetic. Maybe it’s the words, maybe it’s the thought of it, maybe it’s how easy it was to get her to that point. Whatever it was, Bill doesn’t think he’s ever been so turned on in his life--and he grabs her hips, yanking her back roughly as he bottoms out.

“And you’re going to do it again,” he commands. He flips her over so she’s under him, jamming his thighs under hers to keep her legs open.