#muscular reader

“For me”

Tanjiro Kamado x reader

Hiii! I am sorry this took so long. My finals are going on so I’ve been busy with that 😭. Also, this is a very unhealthy coping mechanism so I would only write overexertion, mental strain and loss of appetite instead of deliberately missing meals.

Content and warning: angst, hurt/comfort, stress, kind of PTSD, nightmares, mention of blood, missing meals, fluff towards the end, established relationship.

!! I just want to say, this is absolutely not healthy. Missing meals is not okay, nor is it a way to cope. In any situation never ever do this. Your body needs care in those difficult time, and you must always take care of yourself first no matter what. If you feel this way please reach out to someone !!

It was…dark. It felt suffocating, as if someone had their fingers wrapped around my throat. A heaviness weighed down on my chest. Wait, why are my feet bare. I looked down, water? I tried to focus at my reflection. A sudden gasp tore through my lungs. Blood

But I felt no pain, it wasn’t mine. All my hair stuck in different directions, I was wearing the same clothes I did that day, that awful day—

I heard a rustle behind me and looked up. Somehow I was standing in the middle of a forest, that forest. what the hell? My fingers instinctively tighter around my katana.

“Y/n!” That scream. The same one I had heard that day. My head snapped towards the sound. There they were, surrounded by demons.

I started to run towards them, suddenly I too was under attack. My limbs felt as if they weren’t my own, I could feel the trail of tears beginning fall down my cheeks. Why? Why was this happening all over again.

“Y/n!”

The sound seemed to get louder and louder, echoing throughout the damn forest.

“Y/n!”

But ALSO.

We need to consider a Fem!Reader who’s an absolute unit. Big, muscular (bonus if she has a soft tummy), even as tall as, if not taller than, Jason Todd himself here.

So, I've seen plenty of Beefy Bucky, kay? And I LOVE. Dont get me wrong. But.. What if 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 is muscular? 😛

James is LOSING his mind. Trust.

LIKE UGH IMAGINE IF THEY'RE SPARRING AND HE JUST REALISES LIKE- "𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨."

Bonus if reader has a sleeper build so you wouldn't notice it firsthand.

this man is flabberghasted

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You’ve been at this for nearly an hour.

The gym smells like metal and focus—weights clanking, chalk in the air, the low hum of the ventilation system carrying the sound of your ragged breaths. Bucky’s been taking it easy on you. Or so he thinks.

He’s used to sparring with Steve, Sam, Natasha—people who match his strength in different ways. But when you’d agreed to train together, he’d figured it’d be light work. Easy rhythm. Little cardio. Maybe a chance to show off and sneak in some flirting.

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` 𝑻he gains ! ` ʚ 🍓 ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` DBZ Son Goku / Krillin x muscular!gn/masc!Reader ` ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Contains : Muscular Reader , reader is given masculine undertones but isn't identified as male , fluff , a little teasing but nothing explicit , characters gushing over reader's muscles , a little OOC , muscle fetish/? , sweaty!reader idk , workout routines , body worship (sorta) , Reader manhandling characters (slightly) , cuddles , spooning , possessive behavior , lazily proofread/? Idk if that's a thing , height difference (reader is taller than Krillin) . ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Requested : [❌] ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Masterlist : Here . ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` A/N : THERE ISN'T ENOUGH MUSCULAR READER FICS !!!! I may have a problem with the idea of the reader getting to manhandle certain characters idk :D Also this is weirdly written because I stayed up all night, certain parts sound more thought through than others lol sorry ! ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Son Goku ` ´ˎ˗

౨ৎ — Goku is already jacked, he's the strongest in the universe; of course he is — but to have a partner who could bench press him? Oh. Now we're talking.

౨ৎ — Even if he isn't one for PDA, or physical intimacy most of the time — that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy being touching with you/being the one touched.

౨ৎ — Goku has a habit of getting overexcited, like a giant puppy dog, he likes to lunge — throwing his whole body at you like a weighted blanket, completely trusting that you'll catch him. You do, however, every time.

౨ৎ — He likes watching you workout, the way your body bends, muscles flex, and sweat trickling down your chiseled frame like melted candle wax. Maybe it's in his Saiyan blood, who knows; he just loves watching you push yourself, to try and keep up with him — he finds it endearing, adorable, even.

౨ৎ — When you two engage in friendly sparring matches, he adopts the habit of going "easy" on you, not by a lot, he still wants to push you to your limits, but seeing you get the "upper hand" sends his blood ablaze.

౨ৎ — Your body pinning his to the ground, chest heaving, brows furrowed in concentration, muscles rippling like rushing waves hitting the shore — especially if you had him in a headlock, or a full Nelson; as long as your body was pressed against his.

౨ৎ — As innocent as he seems he does have intrusive thoughts sometimes, though he doesn't act on them, it becomes increasingly hard to resist some times. Like hearing your grunts and groans of effort, greedily drinking down lung fulls of air with every rep, or when your body shakes after a grueling workout session.

౨ৎ — A dark magenta spreading across your face, spilling down your neck and dusting the tips of your ears; he could feel a primal need in his chest, like a lion clawing at its cage when a piece of steak is being swayed in front of him.

౨ৎ — He doesn't just admire you when you workout, he also likes it when you boss him around, that determination in your eyes, the sternness clinging to your tongue — ugh, his knees just get weak.

౨ৎ — Like telling him to rest when he's hurt, but he doesn't listen, not immediately anyways. He'll try sneaking off to go train, only for you to chase him and drag him back; literally. Your arms wrap snuggly around his waist like they belong there, effortlessly lifting him off the ground like a disobedient puppy.

౨ৎ — He specifically likes it when you let him straddle you when you carry him, his arms and legs wrapping around your body like a clingy monkey; your arms pulsating with strength as you kept him against you, hands gripping the underside of his thighs, almost hooking behind his knees.

౨ৎ — You'd scold him for trying to run off and train, your mouth half an inch away from his ear, making something inside his gut burn. You make sensations inside him explode like fireworks.

౨ৎ — And don't get me started on the clothes situation, because it's a lot. This man goes through training gi like nobody's business, but when it comes to your clothes? Hah.

౨ৎ — Your shirt would stretch across your sculpted physique, squeezing around your biceps, straining around your chest; the hem would ride up just enough to expose your midriff. Every breath seemingly an inch away from tearing your shirt in half, every fiber barely hanging on — but somehow manages to stay strong just to spite him.

౨ৎ — Or when you lift the edge of your shirt to wipe sweat from your forehead or face, giving a perfect view of your glossy abs and V-line— saliva was pooling in his jaw, non-existent tail wagging like an excited dog.

౨ৎ — Cuddling is the best too, especially when he'd get to be the little spoon — which was most of the time. His head resting right above your heart, every rhythmic thump of your organ against your rib cage was like a sirens song, lulling him into a state of security.

౨ৎ — Or when in bed spooning he likes feeling you hold him like a teddy bear, squeezing subconsciously around his waist, or simply adjusting him like he weighed nothing — most nights he doesn't sleep, he just likes hearing you sleep, or feeling you caress him.

౨ৎ — Overall he's a himbo with a muscle fetish, he likes feeling you squeeze him; he enjoys being pampered too!

˗ˏˋ 🍓 ɞ  ` Krillin ` ´ˎ˗

౨ৎ — Personally my favorite character and earthling, I haven't seen much of him in regard to fanfiction and that makes me sad :( so, I'll try and fill that void today.

౨ৎ — The idea of PDA flusters him to a certain degree, like handholding is completely fine, he actually loves it, it shows that you two are connected. Krillin has always longed for love, even in childhood.

౨ৎ — He's more of a lover than a fighter, that much is obvious; all he wants is a normal life with the person he loves. And what he loves best is you; and your incredible physique.

౨ৎ — He's the strongest earthling, so he knew a thing or two about fitness; and he was more than happy to train with you — as long as it gave him an excuse to stare without repercussions.

౨ৎ — Not that you'd do anything if you caught him staring, his admiration was the highest form of praise.

౨ৎ — He's only human after all, so he couldn't be blamed for the places his mind would drift off to when watching you do your reps — he'd try to control himself, but you just made it soo hard.

౨ৎ — From the way your biceps would bulge when you do a pull up, to how your abs clenched when you'd do a sit-up. Every movement was designed to attract attention, and he was more than happy to give it.

౨ৎ — He's a little shy about affection though, but he's very touch-starved. He's just self conscious about himself, compared to everyone else he's just.. Average. But you're very determined to show him otherwise.

౨ৎ — He'd get butterflies in his stomach when you'd cup his face, rubbing over his reddened cheeks with a feather-like touch, caressing him like he's something fragile — though he'd complain about not wanting to be babied, he'd never pull away.

౨ৎ — Especially from the calluses on your hands; worn from physical labor, felt so good on his skin — his hands were the same way, but yours felt better somehow.

౨ৎ — There was something magical about how much your touch affected him, like how the ex-monk would melt like ice in the sun when you'd hold him — as embarrassing as that was to say aloud.

౨ৎ — The ideal carry would be where he's sitting on your hip, your hands supporting his smaller body by the thighs, while he'd bury his face into your shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your neck.

౨ৎ — He could die (again) right there and be completely fine with it. Your body was massive compared to his — everyone was massive compared to him but that's besides the point.

౨ৎ — He secretly loved being manhandled, call it a guilty pleasure if you will. The security of being handled with a certain amount of firmness turned him into jelly — though he wouldn't admit that because that's embarrassing.

౨ৎ — Something he enjoys often is being a weight for you during your workout, like sitting on your back when you do pushups; that's probably he's favorite.

౨ৎ — From there he could feel your body at its fineness, shoulders tense, breathing controled, and frame firm. You were practically sculpted out of marble, admittedly, Krillin was a little jealous of your physique.

౨ৎ — But all was forgiven once he felt your muscles; shifting like tidal waves during a tsunami, purposeful and disciplined. His hands were smaller than your own, but skillful and exploratory when caressing your build.

౨ৎ — His touch worshipful, loving. Appraising you for your dedication without saying a word. He very much enjoyed feeling up your body, when allowed — he's very big on consent.

౨ৎ — He's a very touchy guy, he just can't help it. He cuddles you like a starfish clinging to a rock, spread out and taking up as much space as possible. He literally can't go a day without getting a feel of your body.

౨ৎ — Krillin also likes it when you lay on top of him when you cuddle, not all the way, but half your body; like your arm slung over his body and your leg tangled with his.

౨ৎ — When he's feeling a little down, he likes it when you hold him in your lap — his back against your chest, your bulky arms wrapped around his smaller frame like a straitjacket, it was basically compression therapy for the ex-monk.

౨ৎ — Your chin resting on his smooth head, murmuring sweet nothings until you could physically feel the tension in his body melting away.

౨ৎ — You're his heated, weighted blanket, and he is a body-heat snatcher; you can't change my mind.

Don't get me wrong, you are beautiful, but I just imagine the god being so confused like:

 ‘I know im supposed to be the god of war and everything, but she fucking scares me. How did they even get her here? If she wasn’t willing, they definitely couldn’t make her do anything... holy shit she’s hot.’

This for my bro 🦅 anon. I'm sorry, I accidentally deleted your original req, thank God I still remember what you asked for!

Also, *removes glasses and grimly rubs forehead* I felt kinda guilty since I wasn't able to do your recent Fyodor ask justice, so this is a compensation for that. Hope you like it.

Contents: Muscular Reader x Ango Akaguchi. Both SFW and NSFW Headcannons.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, Nipple play, virgin Ango, virginity loss.

as miguel surveyed the Spider Society headquarters, his sharp red eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the members gathered for their regular meeting. among them, his gaze fell upon you, with your athletic stature and a strength that radiated from within.

unable to avert his gaze, miguel’s eyes lingered on your powerful physique, the way your muscles rippled beneath your skin. his admiration was palpable, an unspoken desire that stirred within him, a yearning as potent as his own raw strength. his gaze traced the curve of your toned arms, the definition in your legs, his mind enamored with the sight.

but miguel, ever aware of the cautionary boundary between personal desires and professional obligations, fought to keep his thoughts in check. he knew the fragility of such desires, the potential complications they could bring to the dynamic of the Spider Society. so, he harbored his attraction for you silently, allowing his thoughts to flit between admiration and restraint.

unbeknownst to miguel, his glances did not go unnoticed. there were moments when your gaze caught his, the intensity of his stare meeting the depth of your own. in those stolen seconds, the air quivered with unspoken secrets and the knowledge of a mutual flame flickering just beneath the surface. you smiled and winked at him as you noticed his gaze and went off to do your own thing. it left miguel with a conjunction of emotions such as lust, adoration, and admiration. he wanted to say something but he couldn’t you’d caught him off guard.

miguel would often catch himself lost in thoughts of you, his mind wandering to moments shared in training sessions or team missions. he imagined the strength of your bodies intertwined, a fusion of power and passion, a dance of physicality that would leave them both breathless. such thoughts were dangerous, and he swiftly brushed them aside, burying them deep within his consciousness.

yet, as weeks turned into months, the undeniable longing persisted. the pull between miguel and you grew stronger, a magnetic force drawing them inexorably closer. the tension between them simmered, waiting for a release that seemed both imminent and elusive.

one day, when the Spider Society gathered for a celebratory victory, miguel found himself standing beside you, the heat of your bodies sharing the same space. the air thickened with anticipation, desire palpable as a current of electricity pulsated between you. in that moment, miguel struggled to suppress the urge to reach out, to revel in the physicality that had fueled his fantasies for far too long. after the party ended he pulled you by his hand and took you to his office or the scanner room whatever you’d called it. he locked the door so that nobody would come in.

“i can’t keep doing this. hiding my feelings for you and i know you feel the same way.” miguel was flustered but he knew he couldn’t stop himself, “your body, with its strength and power is driving me wild.” a faint blush was noticeable on his face but he managed to hold eye contact with you. he was hoping you’d understand his confession and not find it weird that he admired your body as it was a work of art. he was definitely into muscular women and women who were deemed strong. "miguel," you responded, your voice laced with a mix of sincerity and longing, "i’ve felt the same way, the attraction, the tension that's been building between us. your words, they resonate with me on a level i can't ignore. your body, your strength, it's intoxicating. i yearn to feel our bodies entwined, to explore the depths of our desires."

in that instant, the barriers that had kept your desires at bay crumbled, giving way to a flood of raw emotion. you both knew the risks, the complexities that such a relationship within the Spider Society would bring. but the pull between you was undeniable, a powerful force that dared to challenge the boundaries of duty.

a primal hunger ignited within miguel’s eyes as he closed the distance between you, his body instinctively drawn to yours. his touch, both electric and tender, sent shivers cascading down your spine as his lips met yours in a kiss that was long overdue. he picked you up in his arms and placed you on top of the desk near the computer monitors.

“lyla, make sure nobody comes in and if someone asks for me, tell them i’m busy.” lyla answers him as she fulfills his command and disappears into thin air.

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a/n: a teaser or whatever lmk if you want a pt. 2!! i think this is the only post i’ll make of today…i’m going to my boyfriend’s house + tomorrow i’m going to florida on vacation for a week 🌱🤍

the man in the corner

michael myers x muscular!black fem reader|

Content Warnings: unprotected sex, dub-con, fingering, size kink, mild exhibitionism, michael ‘stinky white man’ myers, references to alcohol

a/n: this is an au where michael myers didn’t kill his family and he’s based on a headcanon i have but still the same, also rob zombie michael myers cause big stinky man = hot, its posted on my acc

word count: 2.7k

for the halloween spirit

have fun trick or treating 🐺

first person pov:

fuck

“i don’t wanna get up,” i mumbled as soon as i cracked my eyes open, ‘but you have to,’ the reasonable part of my psyche said.

rolling my eyes i sat up and huffed in the cold air of my house before fighting the air. sliding off my bed i slipped on my fur crocs and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the gym and to pee.

after doing my business i went through my drawers and found a set i liked.

putting my clothes on i grabbed my phone, headphones, and my premade gym bag before going to the kitchen so i can get my water bottle i refilled the night before. with my keys in hand, i drove to the local gym in Haddonfield which is surprising since it's such a small town.

walking in the brightly lit gym i noticed that the usual worker wasn’t there, but i shrugged it off and looked around. i saw a man in the corner lifting some weights and three people on the cardio machines. feeling okay with the number of people i began my workout routine.

(40 minutes later)

almost done with my routine, i slugged to the weight section and saw the same man from there earlier the closer i got to the louder the music coming from his headphones, which sounded to be metal music. tapping him on his broad shoulder only then i realized how big he was when his pale paw of a hand grabbed mine completely covering it.

he turned and looked at me through his thick dark hair which went down his back. i tapped my ear to signal him, letting go of my hand, and he slid his headphones down to his neck.

“hey i don’t know you, but i was wondering if you could spot me while i lift?” i asked, pointing at the machine. he said nothing besides looking at me up and down, slowly dragging his eyes over my body before staring into my eyes with his cold dark one which sent a shiver down my spine.

standing there hesitantly, i was about to walk away when he stood up. he was taller than a motherfucker maybe 6’7, 6’8? now i am the one looking him up and down. he had on gray sweatpants, with black forces on his huge feet, a white tank top that stretched tightly over very prominent pecs, and a gigantic black zip-up hoodie over him. there were small details i peeked at like the dark hair on his chest and the silver chain around his neck.

the musk that came from him was strong it didn’t stink it was just there i can’t pinpoint what it smells like though.

finally looking at his face, i could kinda see that his lips were thin and chapped, he had stubble, and what seemed to be a scar over one of his eyes. gulping i asked yes or no and again he said nothing but he did walk over to the machine which i took as a yes.

sitting down i took off my jacket i had on earlier due to the fall weather. laying down i gripped the bar i closed my eyes and began to bench press. i was about 4 reps in when i felt something hit my head and i snapped my eyes open to see that the man had an erection that was hitting my forehead.

shocked i lost my grip and the bar was about to hit me when he grabbed it with one hand and set it back up. sliding from under it i sat up and gave a hesitant smile as i stood up. with small steps, i backed up and hurriedly grabbed my bag which already had everything in it.

“you know my arms are tired and shit, so ima get going ok? bye.” i said quickly, turning around and walking into the women's locker room. leaning against the door i took deep breaths to calm myself from the startling experience that just happened.

after i calmed myself down i walked to the sinks and began washing my hands, looking at the water going down the drain. i suddenly remembered.

“fuck i left my jacket out there.” i mumbled as i dried my hands with a paper towel. throwing it away i looked at myself in the brightly lit mirror. my brown skin glowing in the light, i turned and flexed my arms taking note of my incoming muscles, ‘damn i look good as fuck.’ i thought in my head as i continued to eye fuck my body in the mirror.

and with another deep breath, i walked out and into the gym area. looking around like i did the first time but no one was there at all, i was glad but a little scared i damn near sprinted to the bench machine looking for my jacket which i couldn’t find. standing straight up i leaned my head back and groaned.

“you know what fuck it i’m leaving, fuck the jacket, fuck the weather, and fuck that creepy ass nigga.” i said slugging my bag over as i quickly walked out of the building.

third person pov:

with hawk-like eyes, michael watched as the woman fast walked out of the gym looking around her, not noticing him as she got to her car door. his steps damn near unnoticeable he walked up right behind her and just stood there as she looked for her keys. clocking his head to the side.

hearing a crack right behind her the brown-skinned woman froze and with slow movements, she turned her head. now noticing the big man behind she screamed but it was soon cut off as he covered her mouth with his hand that covered the entirety of the bottom half of her face.

and with one hand he dragged her to a secluded alley as she kicked and slashed at his arm along the way. turning around he slammed her against the brick wall pain radiating from her back she whimpered looking up at him. he just stared down at her, his arm covering her biceps tightly.

"please don’t hurt me. i have money in my bag, i don’t even know what you look like a matter of fact i don’t know you at all. so just let me please." the woman pleaded, her voice wobbling towards the end. her eyes begging for him to let her go as they filled with tears. yelping as he yanked her gym shirt and bra over her chest in one move, the cold fall air giving her goosebumps and peaked dark nipples.

lifting her up till her tits were in michael’s face. the woman wrapped her legs around him, her back still on the wall. his cold rough hand grabbing her tit while his thumb rolled her sensitive nipple and his other hand holding her up.leaning in he began sucking on her. the woman gasped loudly a little dizzy at how fast things changed, not even comprehending how she got in this position.

very scared as to how he could lift her with one arm the muscular woman sat still letting him continue to not anger him but she could not control the noises that came out of her. out of her control, her back arched when he bit her nipple and pulled the other one simultaneously.

unknowingly she began rolling her hips but feeling her rolling her hips he pulled away from her ample chest and untangled her legs off his chest. setting the woman on her feet michael turned her towards

the wall, he bent her over and stepped to the side. the brown-skinned woman placed her hands on the wall in front of her, scared out of her mind the woman trembled as he pulled her gym bottoms down her legs.

instead of a hard cock she felt wet fingers rubbing her pussy up and down, finding her clit instantly, making her whimper loudly. halting his movements, michael began to rub her clit harshly making her hiss forcing her to grab his wrist.

"gentle please," she whispered, looking at him and seeing his dark eyes return her gaze. unable to look away she just looked at him as he pleased her. rubbing her clit more gently than last time. michael was not satisfied with her loud moans and her pushing her hips against him almost instinctively.

he wanted to hear her voice become high-pitched like the girls in the video, so he slid two fingers into her pussy, or tried to because his fingers were too large for her pussy. with a tight grip on his wrist she guided his fingers in her, breathing heavily when he was finally in her. letting go of his wrist, the woman faced the wall as michael pumped his thick, rough fingers in and out of her at a fast pace not letting her adjust to him.

loud moans filled the secluded alleyway, twisting his fingers and pumping them into her, wanting to find the spot that could give him what he wanted from her. he was frustrated as he couldn’t find it michael thrust harder into her, concentrating on her sounds with his eyes closed. a high-pitched whine came from the woman's pink and brown-glossed lips making him snap his eyes open.

‘yes’ they thought at the same time.

"oh my god, fuckfuckfuckfuc-" she whined, squeezing her eyes closed as he went harder in that special spot in her. satisfaction ran through his large pale body hearing high-pitched whines coming from the muscular black woman.

‘more’ he thought, moving his free hand to spread her open for him to see as his fingers went into her. the contrast between her soft brown skin and his scarred pale skin made his erection throb in his gray sweatpants, and he couldn’t even pay attention to anything else, not even the soft sob that left the woman below him.

"fuck, i’m gonna cum." she sobbed softly, pushing her hips back at him as she came on his fingers. snapping back to reality he pulled his fingers out of her, a thick line of her cum connecting them. spreading his fingers and looking at the milky cum. he stuck them in his mouth, almost groaning at the taste of her. he wanted more, but that would be for another time. right now he wanted to be inside of her.

moving back behind her, michael gripped her hips and began to hump on her, letting her cum stain the front of his pants. the woman couldn’t keep herself up with weak knees and nearly fell. fortunately, michael picked her back up and had an idea.

stepping back, he pulled her back to his chest and leaned down with one hand, scooping her thick legs into his large arm with her gasping at the action as she lays her head on his bulky shoulder. widening his stance and with his free hand he pulled his cock out. the heavy thing in his hand was sure to break the small brown woman in his arm, and he knew it but didn't care. it was a hefty thing, long and wide as a bottle of Ciroc, with a fat red mushroom tip that was leaking precum.

as she breathed heavily into his arm that was pressed against her onto his chest, the woman was oblivious to the monstrous thing going on inside her. the cold air that was hitting her clit was soon covered by his warm cock, rubbing his tip along her pussy. sucking in the air she felt his tip finally hit her hole, she waited for him to move inside of her but when he didn’t, she looked up at him through his greasy dark locks to see him staring back at her.

"why aren’t you mov-" her words were cut off by her screaming as she felt michael bully his cock into her barely prepped pussy. the tears that filled her pretty eyes fell as her face changed expressions, landing on furrowed eyebrows, a wide open mouth and eyes as quick huffs of air left her mouth. it was hard for her to breathe. she couldn’t take him at all with his fat tip pressed right up against her cervix like it wanted to be in her womb. the way he was in her was so disrespectful.

heaving at every intake of air the brown-skinned woman looked down at herself but she couldn't, not with his massive arm blocking her blurred vision. using her hand, she shoved one down her body stopping when she felt a bulge coming from her stomach which made her sob louder.

"take it out please, its too big, oh my god," she begged her voice choking up. he stood there as she slapped arms, relishing the fact that she couldn't take his cock. not waiting for her to get used to his size, he hunched over and pressed his free on the wall just as she had done before and began to ram his cock into her fully. as if grabbing her jumbled thoughts she suddenly remembered that they were in public and she could be seen by anyone, so she covered her mouth with drool filling her hand instantly.

to anyone who decided to walk into that solitary alleyway, all they would’ve seen was a huge man hunching on a wall and supposedly masturbating because of the sound of skin slapping together and the loud squelching of the woman's pussy. the sounds of her pussy were embarrassing her but she couldn’t help being overwhelmed with pleasure at every thrust.

"fuck. shit. why are you so good at this." she moaned moving her drool-covered hand from her face to hold michael’s wrist that was on the wall. finally accepting the pleasure that he was giving her by whimpering small yes’s that climbed from her throat and into the autumn air. she didn’t know how she could do this with how thick he was but she clenched around him.

this action made him groan deeply and thrust harder into the woman he held below him. after hearing his groan, she finally realized that he hadn’t made any noises before then and his breathing is relatively normal, unlike her heavy breathing and moans that seemed to bounce off the walls around them.

at that same time, she felt another orgasm creeping on her and not holding herself back, she came with a breathless moan for the first time ever. she squirted, but she didn’t know that. michael did though and it made him cum hard, his fast thrust getting slower and sloppier, almost slipping out of her unbearably tight pussy, and finally, he stilled filling her up even more with his cum. some spilled around his softening cock before he pulled.

as he pulled out he dropped her legs. her feet finally touching the ground, she nearly fell due to weak legs, catching herself on the brick wall in front of them. leaning upon it the woman looked at him, taking note of his slow breathing, that he tucked himself back into his sweats, and expressionless face. it was unnerving, but nonetheless, she stood up and got herself together.

now decent she shivered realizing she still didn’t have her jacket from earlier. tired she was about to walk away when out of nowhere michael set his warm jacket on her shoulders before turning and walking out of the alleyway, leaving the girl he just fucked exhausted with a confused expression on her face.

watching him walk away she soon followed him after looking around when she got to the parking lot. seeing her keys and gym bag now on the hood of her car. she quickly grabbed her stuff and got in her car. gripping the wheel as she sat down, his cum dripping out of her and onto her soaked panties.