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maybe Freddy with a virgin homeowner?
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Freddy w/ Virgin Homeowner Ft. Size K.
warnings; nsfw/18+, size k., virginity, slight mindbreak, belly bulge, monsterfucking, afab! reader, freddy calls reader âkidâ a few times (OBVIOUSLY reader is not a kid), cunnilingus, masturbation, cockwarming,
Youâre lying back on your bed, legs spread almost painfully wide as you feel Freddy, on the floor and yet hunched over your body, digging his claws into both of your sides, tongue dipping inside your hole. It feels as electrifying and knot-tying as it usually would, strangled gasps escaping your lips as your fingers dig into his scalp.
A low growl leaves Freddyâs throat, âCalm it, Cool kid- gotta take our time.â The sight of him grinning up at you, your juices smeared across his lips, cheeks, and chin makes you clench around nothing. A silent whimper, âFreddyâŚâ He snickers at you, âYouâre just too fuckinâ small, kid. If you want to take my cock, then youâre going to have to let me stretch you out-â
Watching his tusks, Freddy dips his head down and licks a thick stripe against your folds, â- Properly. I donât want you getting hurt. Especially not for your first time.â You tug at his hair again in frustration before nodding, chest tightening almost painfully when Freddy smiles against your pussy, slowly continuing his earlier ministrations.
The room is slightly chilly, Freddyâs preferred way of keeping things, and it makes the sensation of his warm tongue much more gratifying. The way the small tusks scrape gently against your inner thigh with every movement, accompanied by the sometimes gentle, sometimes harsh sucks and nips to your already swollen bud makes your legs twitch almost erratically.
When a muscle twitches or you shift your hips, Freddy lightly drags his claws against you. His nails are sharp and hooked, almost resembling a cat, their sharpness creates a tingling sensation that travels from the very hairs on your skin to the deep crevices within your soul.
Eventually, Freddy gets up, bringing his wrist up to wipe at the drying slick along his chin. He licks his lips, eyes half-lidded, eyes sparkling with lust, âShit, I could live in between your thighs, kid.â He chuckles, but itâs more akin to a rumbling growl that makes the knot in your stomach tighten almost painfully. He puts his hands on the bed, finally climbing on the bed with you, hovering over your body.
Heâs naked, his large, low-hanging, heavy cock on full display, the tip a darker blue with an almost pearly liquid dripping from the tip. Freddy sits back between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, resting his cock against your stomach, watching as the tip reaches just above your belly button. The feeling of his hard, hot cock pressed against you, dripping precum over your skin, makes you twitch.
âItâs,â You pause, flushed and breathless, âSâtoo big, Freddy.. Iâm not sure-â Freddy spreads your legs farther, grabbing your thighs, âShhh, chill out. Iâll be real gentle, alright? Can you stretch yourself out fâme, kid?â He takes care of making sure your legs stay nice and parted, showing off your slicked hole to the cold room while you blush, reaching down to press a finger inside- Two go in without a problem. The feeling of his nails on the flesh of your thighs makes you grateful youâre fingering yourself, rather than him doing it- Freddy would shred you from the inside out until you look like confetti. Nevertheless, the feeling of him pressing your thighs further apart, entranced with every movement you make, pumping two, then pushing in a third with little resistance makes you all that much wetter.
The third finger is pushed inside, soft breaths escaping your swollen lips, "Ah, umm, ngh!" You pause for a moment, feeling full already. Freddy snickers, leaning down to kiss your neck, tusks nipping lightly at the skin. If he were any more reckless or uncaring, surely, he could open his drooling jaws and maul you where you lay. The thought is scary, but you know he could never do that, not anyone but least of all you.
"Come on, Cool Kid," Freddy mutters, moving his hips, moving his weighty dick against your stomach, smearing the precum- The motion as if he were already balls deep, fucking into you. "Don't stop now, three fingers are nowhere close. Gotta get four or five to just get the goddamn head in." He, at least, looks amused, "That's it, kid. I know you're sore, but that's nothing compared to how it'll be if you don't do this." You grumble weakly, your bones sore from the repetitive, fast-paced crooking. Still, you manage to push in all your fingers with the exception of your thumb, the tight space making it hard to do much more than move your whole hand. Still, you feel full and at least you can press your palm against your clit- of which you hadn't even realized you were neglecting until you scraped it, your stomach flexing from the surprisingly intense notion.
âPlease, Freddy- I canât keep doing this. Please?â The whine you let out is desperate, fingers still moving, the slick squelches accompanying your needy pleas. Freddy softens, an almost lazy grin on his face as he grabs the base of his large cock, shifting and tapping the back of your hands where your clit would be. âWe can try, but Iâll stop at any time, âkay?â One quick nod is all he needs, watching as you slide your fingers out slowly, wincing at the loud, lewd noise made, as if your cunt were trying to suck your fingers back in.
The yeti presses one claw against your thigh, holding your leg up as his free hand guides the head of his drooling, slicked cock to your hole. The sight of it makes your breath hitch, closing your eyes and gnawing on your bottom lip as a burning sensation takes over. You resist the urge to instinctively kick your legs, covering your mouth in a silent cry as just the head finally pops in. Freddy stops immediately, wincing with a frown, âShh, itâs alright, Cool Kid. Iâll wait as long as you need.â
You nod, not trusting your voice, eyes squeezed shut. You really didnât want this to stop, but you needed a second to get used to it.
It takes minutes, probably, but it feels almost like hours. Freddy rubs your leg with his hand, quietly waiting and observing, figuring out if and when youâre okay. The silent sigh leaving your lips catches his attention, âFreddy.. Move, but slow?â You wince in surprise as the burning subsides, continuing just enough for you to feel a faint buzz as Freddy slides in inch after agonizing inch.
Freddy pauses again halfway down when you begin hitting his chest again, leg twitching and tensing in his hold. âOkay?â After a beat of silence, you finally nod, eyes glazed over. You can feel the pain becoming more and more fleeting, replaced by the sensation of just being too full. Like Freddy is trying to explore every inch of your guts, the fat head dragging across your slick walls. You let out a strangled cry when Freddy pushes a little bit more inside, stretching your poor hole, âH- how much sâleft?â
The yeti is breathing heavily now, his hold on your leg tightening slightly, âOh, look at that.â You whimper as his free hand trails down, pressing against your stomach. You let out a high-pitched gasp as he growls, looking down to where his hand is- The sight makes you weak.
Thereâs a small, tangible bulge set in your lower stomach, where Freddyâs cock is nudging your insides. You hesitate for only a second before reaching down, pressing the tips of your fingers down against it lightly, making both of you let out a noise. Freddy shivers, wincing as he accidentally bucks his hips, âShit, I know you- youâre tiny, and Iâm,â He pauses, breathless, âBig- Didnât think itâd be like this, thoughâŚâ You whimper at his words, lifting your head more, looking down to see where your legs spread, Freddyâs cock disappearing inside of you.
The answer makes your question from before seem laughable, youâd think youâd be done when you felt like it was too much, only for a shiver to run down your spine as you realize a few more inches are left- Only a few, but a few is enough for tears to wet your lashes. Still, youâre determined. Youâve taken more than what you thought youâd be able to, granted, only after what feels like hours of pep talking yourself and stretching your hold for almost an hour, but youâre almost there. Your chest tightens when you see the last remaining inches, knowing that youâre so close to having him balls deep, and yet the dread of knowing youâre already stuffed.
âOh God, just get it over with,â you squeeze your eyes shut as Freddy buries his face in your hair, comforting you, âJust a bit more, youâre doing so good.â You nod, small noises falling from your lips as the last few inches are pushed in, agonizingly slow. The previously only subtle bulge protruding just a bit more, piercing your from the inside out.
By the time Freddy manages to push fully, his body flush against your own, rubbing his face against your inner leg, âShhh, itâs okay, youâre okay- Fuck..â He groans, panting slightly, âThatâs goodâŚâ Experimentally, you roll your hips down, wincing from the mind-numbing stretch. Itâs good, almost too good to actually feel good, but it does anyways, especially when you slide one hand down, catching your throbbing clit between your fingers, making your already snug walls tighten even more. Freddy curses under his breath, stomach flexing, âFuck! Can I move? Please, let me move, Iâm going to fuck you nice and slow, just please.â What was meant to be a plea for permission comes off as a hiss, coming straight from his chest,
A single nod and noise of agreement from you has Freddyâs claw, the one already digging harshly into your leg, digs into deeper. He shifts, âGod, this cunt just doesnât want to let go.â The feeling of suddenly being a little less full has somehow become foreign to your hole, immediately met with you trying to roll your hips down to take him back inside. The larger man pulls out halfway before pushing back inside slowly, then again, and again, and again- Obscene, pornographic noises and whimpered moans fill the room.
âShit!â You cry, still rubbing your clit with every slow but deep plunge until your eyes are dilating beautifully, gasping as your walls spasm around him. Freddy lets out an almost soft noise of surprise, rocking his hips more. His grip on the fat of your thigh is borderline bruising, the sensation making you clench more, the squelching making for awfully lewd background noise. Itâs so, so goddamn cold, making you all the more sensitive.
âI- Iâm, fuck-â âThatâs it, kid, come on! Cum all over my cock!â The look in Freddyâs eyes is animalistic, borderline scary as his usual chilled persona fades out of sight, and deep out your mind. The only thing you can think of right now is the pressure growing, tying itself into a tight, tight knot, the sounds your pussy and his cock are making. Itâs hard to focus on his words, but the sound of them makes you clench tighter, rubbing your swollen clit frantically.
Itâs not long before you crack, mouth hanging open, head falling back into the cushions as Freddy loses it, beginning to actually fuck you- In, halfway out, before plunging back inside. The mound of your stomach disappears and reappears with every thrust, making you cry out when he brushes over it experimentally. The feeling has you seeing white, hardly able to breathe as you blubber to yourself, your eyes glazed over as you stare, limp and almost numb, up at the ceiling.
He pauses as your orgasmic twitches subside, his furry hips and large body pressed flush against yours. Heâs blushing and panting, same as you- But heâs rock hard, rutting gently, very gently in your guts, the attempts to close your legs, to shift away are futile as he holds you close. âNever leaving this pretty pussy again, feels too damn good.â He mutters, eyes looking down more like a predator stalking its favorite meal, eyeing your dripping hole, swallowing his thick cock. Almost curiously, as if he isnât constantly slobbering over the sloppy folds of your pussy, the pads of his fingers dance around your sensitive nub, causing sparks to fly inside you, shifting hurriedly in attempt to escape. âYouâre chill with me staying inside, right, cool kid?â Freddy grins, âJust until round two? Iâm patient, but I donât think you want me to leave.â As if to prove his point, he bringers his hand up again, eyeing the slick dressing it before bringing it to his lips, slurping it up rather quickly, âOh, youâre crying for me, kid.â
