#raa........

imagine fucking a bigger man. he's shaking in your arms, chest heaving in quick, shallow gasps as you press him into the cramped dark of a storage locker. the air is thick with sweat and muffled breaths, every sharp little gasp strangled behind swollen lips. his arms are trembling, hands braced uselessly against your shoulders as if that'll stop you from fucking deeper.

he's trying to be quiet. you told him to. but it's hard when your cock’s buried to the hilt in his messy hole, slick from the lube you barely bothered to use. he shudders when you drag your hips back, just to slam forward again—hard enough to jolt a whimper out of him. you clamp a hand over his mouth fast, leaning in close.

"shh.. you don't want to get caught, do you?" you whisper against the shell of his ear, "someone might open the door and see you like this, all stuffed full and needy."

his cock twitches against his stomach. poor thing. he's so fucked out already, thighs trembling, hole fluttering around you like it's struggling to keep you in.

he’s bigger than you, strong enough to throw you aside without much effort, but right now? he's nothing but a pathetic, stuttering mess, voice cracking beneath your palm as he tries and fails to hold in the moans you're pulling out of him.

“p-please,” he breathes out, voice muffled against your palm, “g-god, i—i can’t hold it, i’m gonna cum—”

you almost laugh. "god, look at you." you murmur, lips brushing his sweat-damp cheek. "can't handle me, baby? we've barely even started.."

he shakes his head weakly, blinking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes. another choked moan trembles in his throat when you push deeper, until your hips press flush to his ass and his legs threaten to give out.

“f-fuck—oh god—” he mewls, his voice cracking as you roll your hips again, slow enough that he feels every inch. his fingers curl tight into your shoulders, nails scraping skin.

his whole body shudders. you feel the helpless flutter of his walls around you, squeezing down so tight it’s almost hard to move. he’s close — you can tell by the way his chest heaves, how he can't seem to stop trembling against you.

“n-no, don’t—please—” he tries to pull back, but the locker wall catches him. nowhere to run. nowhere to hide.

you drag your cock out halfway, just to watch the way his eyes roll up, then snap your hips forward again, hard enough that the thin metal shelf above your head trembles slightly with impact.

he bites down on a moan that still manages to break free, loud enough you almost expect someone to come yank the door open then and there.

"so noisy," you hiss, hand sliding back to cover his mouth, "you want someone to hear you? want someone to see you like this? bent over and drooling on my cock like a slut?"

his moan vibrates against your palm, cock jerking where it’s pinned between you, smearing precum across your stomach.

you fuck him harder, shallow thrusts that grind against the spot that makes his whole body twitch. every time you bottom out, his breath hitches, his legs buckling a little more.

he chokes on a gasp when you slam forward again, your hips pressing him harder into the locker door, making the whole structure rattle.

for a moment, neither of you breathe, locked together in the sticky heat with your cock buried to the hilt in his tight, needy hole. he’s so close now, you can feel it in the frantic pulse under your palm, the way his cock kicks helplessly against your stomach.

“gonna cum?” you tease, almost pitifully. “gonna make a mess all over yourself?”

he tries to shake his head again, but it’s useless. you slide your free hand between your bodies, curling your fingers around his leaking cock. he whimpers, high and broken, his hips jerking helplessly.

“so pathetic,” you whisper, squeezing just tight enough to make him sob. “cum for me. do it now.”

his body convulses. for a split second, you watch his expression collapse into something beautiful — mouth falling open, eyes wide and wet as he spills across your hand and both your stomachs.

his legs give out entirely. you catch him before he can crumple to the floor, pinning him upright with you still buried inside him. he’s trembling so hard you can feel it in every shiver of his thighs.

“f-fuck…” he rasps, voice wrecked, forehead pressed to your shoulder. you don’t let him have the moment.

instead, you grind your hips, slow and deliberate, feeling him twitch around you. his overstimulated body tries to squirm away, but there’s nowhere to go.

“too much—” he whimpers, the words broken by a sob. “i-i can’t… i can’t—”

you hush him softly, your hand stroking through his hair. “yes, you can,” you breathe against the shell of his ear. “you’re going to take it.”

he shakes his head, but the motion is weak. his walls flutter helplessly around your cock, already sensitive, already raw. you know he’s past the point of resisting.

you pull back just enough to watch your cock slide out, glistening with slick and cum — then push back in, burying yourself to the hilt again as he gasps.

and god, you think, you’re going to ruin him for anyone else.

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