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— Chomp —

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Little man gets the Chomp (no actual gore sry). After preparing to just be unceremoniously eaten, Riley finds he’s in for more than he expected—my first smut fic! Of course it’s for this shit lmao. Willing giantess vore, gets right into the smut, plenty of teasing and mouthplay, characters’ fates left vague, but they are reoccurring so safe to assume it’s digestion with reformation. Enjoy!

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Edit: Added names, because I slipped and made these guys ocs. They both start with R and lean gender neutral, so incase that’s confusing, Rori is the woman and Riley is the man. Also testing my luck with tumblr by getting rid of the ao3 link and putting the full fic here.

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Fingertips wrapping around one of his ankles, she lifted him up, up, up, until Riley was level with her face—no, not her face—her lips. The delayed vertigo of the upside-down trip up hit him all at once as she brought him not higher, but closer.

She stopped just millimeters shy of contact. A small exhale washed over him—a sigh of satisfaction. As if to say, Finally.

Riley held his breath. He expected at any moment, those lips would part and gigantic jaws would pull every ounce of him in with a single swallow. Imagining what it would be like made his hands start to shake.

Her lips twitched, but Riley couldn’t tell if it was in response—could she feel him trembling? Did she think it was terror? Hope? Excitement?

He had no time to find an answer—rather than moving him again, she closed the distance with her lips—softly. Very softly, as if trying to feel for certain where his face was. It dawned on him their faces were so close, she could not see his—she—and he—had to go almost purely off of sensation. The idea was rather thrilling as her lips brushed over Riley’s face, mapping out the details of his nose, brow ridge, mouth, cheeks, chin—committing them to memory. Savoring every last detail. It was both caring and keen, yet controlled in a way he could tell was holding back true desires.

Content, her lips stilled against his face. So close to him, Riley could not see them open, but he felt it—muscles tensing, he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting to pass through those massive lips into ravenous jaws; to be consumed, body and soul.

She breathed in—smelling him, maybe. Breathing in his fear. His anticipation.

His heart hammered furiously. Riley tilted his head against her lower lip—questioning—What are you waiting for? Eat me.

But all she did was let out a light-hearted scoff and push lips against him, harder this time.

A kiss.

Her lower lip cradled the top of his head. Her cupid’s bow grazed his chin. Against his skin, her lips pulled into an amused little smile.

“Hanging in there?” Rori whispered coyly, and for a moment Riley thought to struggle if it weren’t for all the blood going to his head.

“I thought you were going to eat me,” he breathed.

She tilted her head. “Do you want me to eat you?”

His face burned red, but it only made her grin. Through the blurriness of close proximity, Riley could see white—her teeth. His pulse quickened.

Rori removed her lips, and disappointment rushed over him like a wave of ice—disappointment—?

“I said—”

—He jumped as her voice appeared left of his head, just above his ear—

“—Do you want me to eat you?”

“I—” His mouth opened, but upside down, the words caught in his throat.

“Hm,” Rori mused, and her lips returned to his face—pressing over his mouth, his nose—and she held them there, just for a second long enough to make him panic. Before he could process it, she was pressing another kiss to him—the side of his face, his chin, the other side of his face—and then she began to move down, or rather, up, his body. His throat. His chest. The side of his ribcage. His thigh—and Riley realized not enough blood was flowing to his head.

But she was not done with him. Rori slowly turned him around in her fingertips, kissing between his shoulder blades, along his spine, his lower back—her lips tingling against the back of his knee made him jump. Nobody had ever kissed him there.

She dragged her lips over his entire body until his lungs heaved and his breath was ragged—the idea of being eaten now mostly forgotten, Riley desperately pushed his hips towards her, but found only cold, empty air as she skipped right over the almost painfully tight tenting in his boxers—again.

A frustrated noise escaped him, higher pitched than he would’ve expected. And as if this were exactly what she was waiting for, Rori pulled back just enough for him to see the wolffish grin on her face.

“Oh, god.”

She was on him again in an instant—this time, he was not met with lips, but her tongue. His short black hair was plastered to his face as she licked him from the top of his head to the top of his free foot, back down again, and then came back for more. This time, she left not a speck of him dry; not a single stretch of skin pure. No, this time, Rori let it be known: she was hungry.

She eagerly flicked her tongue over every part of him, the muscle rough from gigantic taste buds, yet each time her tongue dragged over his dick, it was not enough.

“Come back,” Riley struggled. “No—augh—come back here—please.”

Her breath rolled over him. She sucked on his hip, his shoulder blade, his elbow, his fingers, back again—finally, finally, lips pressed against his dick. The pressure and the friction of the wet fabric was good, but still not enough. He needed taste buds. Lips. Skin-to-skin.

Riley squirmed in her grasp, trying to twist himself against her lips at just the right angle.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

Snickering, Rori seemed to get the hint. Pinching the band of his boxers between pursed lips, she pulled them past his knees, over one ankle, adjusted her grip, and then over the other ankle. She pulled her face back just enough for him to watch the dark fabric disappear between those lips and a moment later, Riley heard the swallow.

His heart caught in his throat, but between the blood rushing to his head and his dick, he couldn’t think straight enough to register what he’d just witnessed.

Rori licked him again, slow and sensual, enjoying his taste now that he was stripped bare. His heart fluttered as she gave his cock a kiss on the tip—then his blood froze as for a moment it seemed like she might use teeth, but thought better of it.

Turning Riley so he now faced away from her, Rori raised him to her lips to press another quick kiss to the back of his head—and then kept lifting him higher, tilting her head back. He twisted in her grasp to see her face and her stone-gray eyes caught his, half-lidded with lust yet strikingly collected. In control even as desire threatened to take over completely. In them, a dark, wicked glee twinkled playfully, and she gave him one long, last kiss.

The next time her lips rose to meet him, her teeth clamped onto either side of his head—not hard enough to break skin, but enough that a panicked shriek tried to claw its way out of him. Like his words, it died in his throat.

Riley bucked against her clutch, but she’d already moved along, releasing his head as the heat of her lips engulfed his throat, sliding past—her teeth grazed his shoulders, his arms, his torso, his ass. Her tongue found his dick again and her pace slowed, taking time to torture him by massaging it between his stomach and the thick, pulsating muscle. Taste buds rubbed against the head and he groaned.

Encouraged, Rori sucked on his entire upper body, lips and teeth locked around his knees and digging into his calves.

“Fuck!” Riley breathed, turning his face to the side so he could brace his head against her tongue. His hands found her bottom molars and gripped them for support—the one thing holding him up over the open abyss he couldn’t see but knew with absolution was there. Still, he dared to release one hand to wrap fingers around his aching cock. A desperate moan escaped him, moving his fist furiously. It wasn’t enough. Riley needed to feel her tongue—all of it, all at once—rub his entire body across every last taste bud—be the most delectable thing she’d ever tasted. The best. The most delicious morsel to ever grace her mouth. An unforgettable meal—snack—desert—whatever he was. To consume her mind with hunger and lust the same way he wanted—no, needed her to consume his, literally, figuratively, spiritually—

A particularly strong lick threatened to throw him off balance. Riley returned both hands to his grip on her teeth, opting to lean up and fuck full-force into the burning hot surface of her tongue. Grinding hips against pulsating taste buds. Trying to hold on.

Saliva pooled onto his head, over his arms, running down his back and collecting against the side of his face pressing into her tongue—the way it does when you need to swallow something.

Oh my god, she’s going to eat me! Riley realized, sliding back and forth against her tongue in a frenzy. I’m inside her fucking mouth and she’s going to eat me! Tease me like this, let me fuck like a desperate animal into her mouth, and then swallow me whole. Devour me. Make me hers—until there is nothing left.

Her breath was hot and heavy in his ears. Sweat and saliva clung to him. When he thrust up into her tongue, Rori sucked down on him like he was made of candy. His balls hitched.

“Fuck,” Riley groaned, unable to tell if she could even hear him with her mouth closed around him, over the roar of sex— “Cumming!”

She sucked down on his body harder than ever before. His arms shook and he lost his grip, her tongue rising to press his back to the ribbed roof of her mouth. His fingers ached, finding another handhold against the underside of her top teeth, desperate for the leverage to thrust with as much force as possible. Her taste buds seemed to squeeze his dick almost painfully. He was melting—Riley was melting. His brain and his body and his dick were melting into her mouth, wanting to stay there forever in the heat, in the dark, wet pleasure, fucking forever into her all-encompassing tongue. Too good. It was too good.

Rori moved her tongue—tasting his cum—tasting him, his sweat, his skin, how his little lungs sputtered as she picked up her unrelenting pace again. She flicked his throbbing dick and still-tugging balls, licking him from hole to tip. Anguished, Riley cried out as she drew out the last few sparks from his near-painful high, scraping warm, powerful flesh against an all-too sensitive cock. Playing with him. Toying with him. Pushing him just to feel how far one tiny little body could go. How much pleasure he could take.

Then, in an instant, the world shifted—her tongue tipped him over the side of her teeth and face-first into the smooth surface of the inside of her cheek. Scrambling to keep from falling, Riley gripped her teeth, using his knees to push off her gums and lay against the side of her cheek.

He could just barely make out her tongue moving to the roof of her mouth in the darkness—saliva ran past him to gather at the back of the throat and then—she swallowed.

From inside her mouth, the sound was loud and foreboding. Excess drool gone and tongue now free, Rori spoke.

“Do you—want me—to eat you?”

Riley struggled to catch his breath. His whole body ached like he’d run a marathon. He could tell even without seeing it, his skin was red and raw from her mouth’s manhandling. Her lips now parted properly, he could see into the back of her mouth. Her uvula hung like an ominous marker, almost like an arrow pointing down. The muscles of her throat danced with the rise and fall of her breath—making it impossible to ignore the walls of this cave were alive.

He flinched in surprise as Rori poked his side with her tongue. The same tongue she’d just railed him to hell with.

Riley looked at his hand, anchored in place in the grooves of a tooth the size of his head. All she needed do was close that powerful jaw and his hand would be crushed, the rest of him trapped between her teeth and the inside of her cheek. A living prison, but nothing like what awaited him below.

Air sucked in past him and then out just as rapidly—a sigh. Something tensed around his ankle, still outside her mouth, and Riley realized with a jolt she’d never let go of him—the entire time he’d dangled over the giant, hungry expanse of her throat, she’d never lost control over where he was going, even for a second.

Carefully, Rori readjusted her grip to flip him over. Her tongue helped guide him away from teeth as she pulled him from her mouth—up and up, until she could make successful eye contact.

The cold of the outside air on his wet skin made Riley shiver, like he might never be truly warm again. A little disoriented from the change in surroundings—still upside down, too—he attempted to wrap arms around himself and darted his eyes toward hers. He tried not to think about how they watched every minuscule movement. He felt his dick twitch.

Rori arched a brow. Something told him she would not ask the question again. Her eyes were far too focused for someone who’d just sucked off not just his dick but over half his entire body—focused like an owl on its prey, gliding down silently from the dark. Like a creature perfectly poised to hunt. It was no doubt she had him, from start to finish.

“Do you want to—to eat me?” Riley managed, relieved his tone sounded mostly even.

That same darkness glittered in her cool gray eyes. A hunger. Not for survival, but for enjoyment. Swallowing him, devouring his whole being because she could—no, not just because she could. Ravaging him because she wanted to—to claim his body as hers. Lock him up inside her own. Consume him entirely.

“What do you think?” She offered dryly.

He paused.

“I can’t believe you didn’t do it sooner,” he confessed, feeling his shoulders drop. He couldn’t tell now if he was still shivering from the cold or the look she was giving him.

Rori wet her lips. From his ankle, she lowered him again. His hands reached out to meet her lips, and her tongue flicked out over them.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispered, and Riley leaned in in anticipation. He could feel his pulse, hammering wildly over the heavy drum of her own, beating beneath the warmth of her skin. Her breath was heavy with need. Rori sucked in a short laugh. “You look so cute like that—little and wide-eyed. And,” he met her eyes, so close to their prize, “I wish you could really know—you taste so good scared.”

She let go of his ankle. Finally, those jaws snapped open. The heat washed over him. The darkness took him. The wet clung to him. Her tongue rolled him, fully coating him in saliva as it pooled. For the first time, he was fully and completely inside her mouth—all he could hear was her mouth; feel was her mouth; licking and sucking and spinning and marking him with her spit, her skin, her soul.

He felt her savoring him. Cock hard and in hand, Riley rubbed both it and his face against her tongue, pressing as much of himself into the taste buds as possible—desperate to be savored.

Taste me. Taste me. Remember me—remember how good I taste. Remember how good I am.

Her tongue gave him an appreciative little flick; maybe a thank-you for being such a sweet little treat. Then, it pushed him to the roof of her mouth—gasping, Riley looked down at where he knew was the waiting second entrance. Finally, the impossibly loud swallow rumbled through every inch of his being and smooth, tight muscles engulfed him as she made him utterly and irrevocably hers.

You taste so good scared.

— Smother —

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Words: 6.4k

Dynamic: F/m

Summary: Rori (F) smothers Riley (m) between her boobs, between her legs, and between her lips. Contains oral sex, bit of a light dom/sub dynamic, and a little mouthplay/light aftercare. Same guys from my first short fic, Chomp, but can easily be read as a stand alone. Little longer than my usual fics though (like 2-3 times longer lmao), so consider this a special treat. Once again gets right into the smut, characters are reoccurring. Enjoy!

Lounging on her front, Rori watched Riley with a keen interest while he stood atop her pillow and pulled his shirt over his head.

Shivering, brown eyes shot her a nervous look as he bent to pull off his pants.

Rori fought to wipe the grin off her face. Not yet.

With a little huff, he straightened and puffed up his chest to meet her gaze—Rori wasn’t even sure he knew he did it. “Ready?”

“Hm,” the witch mused, sliding a hand across the bed and up the side of her pillow; the way he braced himself for contact just delicious. Propping her chin with her other elbow, Rori snaked a finger up his leg to trace his hip through his underwear.

Catching his eye, she watched the shrunken man hold his breath as he awaited her next move.

Shifting her gaze down, then back to his face, Rori tilted her head and smiled coyly. “What do we think about losing these?”

“These?” Riley peered at where she’d slipped a nail beneath the waist band, wiggling it. His hands found the band, flattening against the fabric. He blinked up at her, wide-eyed. “Right, yeah. Yeah.”

He pulled his boxers to his ankles. She helped him kick them off when they got stuck on his left foot, tossing them to the side.

“There,” she beamed. “Much better. Now—”

She could feel his pulse leap as her hand wrapped around him. Rori sat up, free hand running over the fabric of her bra, nails tracing the edge of the cup. His line of sight followed her hand and his body temperature rose against her palm.

“—help me with mine?”

She brought him level with her chest. Tentatively, Riley reached out, fingers meeting the comparatively thick fabric with a feather-like touch. He ran his palm over it.

“It’s warm,” he observed quietly.

“It’s about to get warmer,” she said slyly, guiding him to the exposed skin of her sternum, between her cleavage.

Riley paused for just a moment before slipping a leg over the edge of her bra and climbing inside, bracing himself against her sternum. He gaped up at his surroundings—at the round, towering mounds, dwarfing him on either side. He ran his fingers over one, stabilizing himself against the rise and fall of her breath.

Her hands now free, Rori cupped her boobs and pressed them together—not enough to immobilize him, but enough to overwhelm him. Her heart hammered excitedly as Riley disappeared between her tits.

He squirmed against the walls of her skin. Tiny hands breached the surface of his confinement. Riley pulled himself up; free and wriggling from his chest and above, as if he were treading in deep water.

Teasing, Rori massaged her boobs, using her thumbs to roll the thick, malleable tissue against his chest—threatening to encase his head again. Lifting her tits, she bent her head to meet them as he looked up—placing a flurry of kisses across his face. He moved against her lips, surprised, but certainly not upset.

Satisfied, Rori gave him one last squeeze and lowered her tits, releasing them. She ran her hands over the fabric of her bra again, tilting her head at him. “Well? Are you going to help me?”

Riley blinked, then twisted to look at the front-facing clasp holding him in place against her chest—and then beyond, at her lap and bed. He peered back at her, realization crossing his face: he could fidget around and release the clasp—freeing her chest—continuing the game—and he would immediately lose his perch and plummet below—or, he could do nothing. Continue forward at his own expense, or bring them to a stand still.

She could almost see the gears turning in his head—calculating how far he would fall, where he would land, how much it would hurt—and then his hand slid over the clasp. He shook as he tried to unlatch it—a mix of effort, anticipation, and the thrilled drumming of her heart. He took a deep, steadying breath and held it.

The clasp unhooked.

“Shit—!” Riley hissed, lunging to grasp one end of the clasp as her bra fell open—his weight pulling one side of the fabric clear off her chest and leaving him hanging against her stomach.

Her hand ran over her free boob, giving it a little squeeze, and traced down, feeling where he was dangling. He tensed, expecting her to grab him—but Rori moved past him, sliding her hand down her torso and to the waistband of her underwear.

“Oh, god,” Riley squirmed, hooking his legs around the fabric of the cup and holding on for dear life as she leaned forward and stood.

She took her sweet time hooking thumbs under the band of her panties and bending allll the way over; pulling it past her thighs; her knees; her calves; her ankles. She could only imagine his face as she shifted her weight to step out of them, leaving him swinging back and forth on a flimsy little piece of fabric.

She discarded her underwear, tracing hands back up her torso. Rori tugged at the left bra strap—opposite the side he was dangling from.

Riley made a noise of protest as she slipped the left side of her bra off her shoulder, hand finally reaching for the right strap. Slowly, Rori pulled it down her arm, at last able to watch him hang on tight with all four limbs—desperately clutching the lightweight textile like the lifeline it was.

Holding the strap, Rori lifted the bra until his dangling form was eye level, flicking her gaze between him and the floor below.

Riley followed her line of sight. “Oh god, please, no. No. Please—don’t drop me—this isn’t enough to cushion—please, don’t drop me—!”

“Hm,” she tilted her head curiously, “since you beg so nicely…”

She brought him to her face. He gasped as teeth settled along the sides of his torso, gently prying his tense form from the fabric. Once she had him, Rori let the bra drop to the floor.

He shuddered.

Trying not to smile, she settled back onto her bed. Without warning, she released him from her jaws—letting him tumble down onto her chest with a shriek.

Unable to hold back, Rori grinned. She scooped him up and turned onto her side, boobs falling to the mattress. She pressed him to the top one, smushing his body against the plush surface. His hands rose; tiny fingers feeling their way across her skin. Mapping the sensations. It was an undeniably tempting sight.

Her pointer finger hovered, and through half-lidded eyes, couldn’t help herself as she shoved his head further against her; sinking into a soft, concave surface. He thrashed in surprise, but could do nothing as Rori mercilessly teased his face against her nipple. His hands flailed, struggling to grasp the finger behind his head, to pry her off him—to no avail.

Riley sputtered as she finally released his head, but she spared him no break. In one, smooth motion, she wrapped him back in her fist, used her wrist to part her tits, and swept him between them, flat on his back.

She paused for just a moment to observe his expression—still wide-eyed, reeling to process and keep up—yet trusting. Somehow always trusting, even as he tried in vain not to shake. It was cute, if not adorable. It made Rori want to lick him from tip to toe right then and there. Nibble on him—sink her teeth in—just a little.

Priorities.

Rori took her time to slide her hand out from between her boobs; fingertips taut against the undersurface of her skin, careful not to let the full weight of her top boob drop on him—not yet. She waited for a sign of struggle, some severe distress, but it did not come. Riley laid there, agape and obedient and waiting as her hand—his safety net—slipped away completely.

A new wave of desire washed over her as the weight of her boobs sealed around his every surface. She wasn’t even touching herself now and he was totally gone; vanished from all sight. She’d wholly sealed him away from the world, but still had him readily accessible in a way the pleasure of eating him didn’t provide. Consumed in a way that still left plenty of room for… toying. After all, with this much power, it was oh so easy to abuse in all the right ways.

Running her hand over her tits, enjoying the contact, Rori closed her eyes and felt him there. The impression of his chest; his arms. His legs. His head, turned to the side. Little hands and feet curled in on themselves, his warm body still tense.

Scoffing, Rori peeled her boob off him—just enough to hear his wonderfully desperate gasp for air.

“Relax,” she coaxed. “Afraid I’ll let you suffocate?”

“Or squish me,” Riley breathed—face flushed beautifully red—blinking rapidly as he gulped air into heaving lungs.

Rori flashed him a toothy smile. “Don’t tease.”

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth—maybe in protest or maybe to suck in one last, quick breath—before he was smothered again.

For a moment, she used no hands—just letting the weight of gravity cover him; relishing in how easy it was to bury him.

Finally, with a sigh of satisfaction, her hands began kneading—massaging thick flesh to feel his tiny body pressed against it—encased in it, molding to her touch. Her fingers found a nipple and rolled it between them, tracing nails around the bud and feeling it grow stiff and swollen.

At last, Rori kneaded the mound off him to soak in his bewildered expression and pathetically perfect gasps—

“Do me a favor,” she breathed, trying not to moan at how helpless he looked—trapped between her tits.

Even after being squeezed, pressed, and manhandled—his ears perked up and he craned his neck—questioning.

Rori took in his curiosity—his sweet ignorance—and smiled wickedly. “Struggle for me?”

She all but crushed him to pieces—giving him no time to reply as she dropped the full weight of her boob back onto him. His lungs sputtered against her in a wheeze, but if he needed to breathe, it would just have to wait.

A few moments later, Riley seemed to recover from the shock—twisting and turning against her incessant kneading, trying to squirm away from her sternum and out of her tits.

“Good try,” she chuckled, and leaned forward to press her tits against the mattress, sealing off his path of escape—squishing him even closer to her— “—but you’re mine.”

Still, he did not give up—Rori wondered how much of his rigorous effort was following her demands and how much was a genuine desperation for oxygen, or maybe a sense of claustrophobia—caged by too much of a good thing. Literally smothered by desire.

He kicked against her sternum. Clawed at her skin.

His head wriggled above her boobs with a choking gulp for air, managing a panicked, “Please—!” before fingers found his shoulders and head and pushed him below the surface of hot skin again.

Rori squeezed her tits together—squishing them—squishing him—between her hand and the bed. Her fingers rubbed her nibbles, swollen and flushed with color. He was completely at her mercy—if she so desired, Riley would not escape her alive. Either way, his life was hers.

Relishing in this, she breathed in deeply—taunting him—torturing him with her own breath as her expanding chest flattened him even further—squeezing, crushing force from all directions—then she sharply rolled over onto her back, just as she thought his movements might be starting to slow.

He flopped to a dramatic stop against the side of a boob, collapsing into a pile of sprawling limbs along it. Then he, too, rolled onto his back, landing in the valley between her boobs that was her sternum. His chest raggedly rose and fell, struggling to suck in as much air as his minuscule body could accept.

Riley started when a fingertip touched the side of his face—then slumped against it. His cheek was cold and clammy with sweat—hers or his or both, it was hard to tell. Rori gave him a solid minute to lie there like a dead fish, then pinched the sides of his waist and lifted him off her skin.

“No, no—” He struggled weakly, maybe at the loss of her warmth, or maybe because he was headed straight for her lips—but they didn’t part to draw him inside, if that’s what he’d been expecting.

Instead, Rori let him slump atop her face, head between her nose and her cupid’s bow and legs dangling off her chin. A gentle finger worked along his spine, occasional kisses pressed to his skin until it warmed back up.

“…Really thought…” Riley eventually managed, “…might want… to kill me… for a second…”

“I want to reward you.” Rori ruffled his hair, landing one more kiss before his arms found their strength and he lifted himself enough to meet her eye.

“Reward me?” He asked cautiously.

She couldn’t blame him for being suspicious, but his furrowed brow was still cute as hell. She gave him an encouraging rub between his shoulders. “You did so good. That deserves a little extra fun.”

He remained tense. “What does that mean?”

Rori grinned, causing him to brace himself against her nose for balance. “It means I want you to fuck my tits.”

His heart leapt against her skin. Riley turned to look at her boobs, each one hilariously dwarfing him by almost every metric—height, weight; pure sheer size.

Her finger tilted his jaw towards her gaze. “I want you to cum, you think you can manage that?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed. “Yeah, I think I can.”

Rori cupped her hand to his back, holding him against her face while she turned onto her side. Catching his eye, a mutual look of desire passed between them. Then with a wink, she gathered Riley up and deposited him on the mattress before a pair of boobs laying higher than he was tall.

The semi-firm surface below him sunk under her weight, drawing him in towards her at just the right height—hips parallel with the narrow gap where her boobs met. A minuscule hand braced him against her, the other he quickly wet and wrapped around his dick. Pressing his forehead to her, Riley kissed the warm wall of skin in front of him as he yanked his dick to full attention. It didn’t take long to get it to stand, throbbing and practically begging for something better than a hand. It was a hard sight to resist, but Rori managed by tracing her fingers over her collarbone.

His reward.

Leaning in, Riley lined up his dick, but still, there was a small gap between her boobs where their round shape curved in that he just couldn’t close. Frustrated, he pushed his forehead further against the plush surface and leaned his hips as far forward as he could.

Rori scoffed. “Need a hand?”

He looked up, gaze following the path of her top hand as it slid into place behind him. Using her hand to brace him from falling over, she leaned forward ever so slightly. Her boobs pressed against him. The gap closed, encasing his dick with her tits.

“Perfect,” Riley muttered under his breath. A mix of sweat and spit slicked him up, sliding his cock in and out easily. He leaned in again, pushing his forehead against her and gripping the sides of her tits like it was all he was good for.

Every time he thrust in, Rori squeezed him closer against her; matching his rhythm; allowing him to set the pace and watching his expression with a breathless fascination.

His brows drew together, his cheeks turned red; sweat rolling down his skin, jaw clenching—attention directed by the rhythm of his hips and her hand; pressing his cock further, deeper between the consuming heat of her tits. Where he’d just fought for his life to escape, Riley now fucked furiously for re-entry, desperate for more and more contact of hot, slick skin.

Resisting a smirk, Rori rolled her nipple with her thumb. His brow deepened as he peeled his face off her skin—a quick, half-lidded look of confirmation up at her was all Riley needed to immediately try to take the giant, swollen bud into his mouth—or what fit of it, anyway.

“That’s it,” she practically purred with encouragement, rubbing the back of his head as his tongue swirled over the ridges of her nipple. “Keep going—just like that.”

Teeth grazed the bud and Rori nearly crushed him against her.

“Fuck,” she breathed, biting her lip to restrain herself as his cheeks went concave and he sucked down hard.

His rhythm sped up—somehow even more desperate than before. Without missing a beat, she kept turn with him, pressing him faster and faster against her with each slam of his hips.

“Ah—fuck,” Riley managed against her skin, looking up at her with flushed cheeks and fucked-so-good eyes. “I’m gonna—a-ha—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” Rori commanded, pinching her nipple with her thumb again. “And don’t you dare stop.”

With a shudder, he returned to dragging his tongue all over her nipple, pressing the muscle against it with each thrust. His breaths turned shallow and frantic, trying to hold on between the burning slick of her tits just a little longer. She circled her thumb against his head in turn with his tongue. Between her thighs throbbed.

“I want you to bite it,” she moaned, pressing her chest against him—trying to force her nipple into his mouth. “When you cum, bite.”

“A-hah—” Riley agreed. “Now—cummi—”

She leaned into him. His tongue fluttered gloriously against her nipple. His jaw clamped down—just as commanded—and they both lost their heads as a groan of release ripped through his tiny little body.

Rori fought to keep herself from totally flattening him, giving Riley space to keep thrusting his hips and riding the high of his reward. She could feel the feverish throbbing of his cock—the warmth oozing from it—the trembling of his knees—his grip shaking as he clenched his jaw over and over her nipple.

Finally, the rhythm of his hips slowed. Riley sunk his cock in between her tits as far as he could and kept it there; rocking his hips; still hugging the enormous fleshy mounds and sucking her nipple between pants.

As he began to still, she gave him one final squeeze, seizing his little waist between her fingers and rolling onto her back. She set him down between her tits again, letting him slump to his knees and recover.

“It’s quite the mess you’ve made,” Rori observed, wiping the cum from one boob with a finger and sucking it clean. With a pleased hum, she wiped the mess from her other boob, bringing her fingertip to his face and giving him a coy smile. “You try.”

He peered up, searching her eyes, then bent his head. His lips met her fingertip, tongue running across the ridges of her fingerprint as Riley licked his own cum off her skin; hands rising to steady himself against her finger.

“Very good,” she praised as he leaned back to wipe his mouth. “I was going to make you clean it all up by yourself, but…” Her legs parted. “You’ve made another mess that requires that tongue.”

He followed her line of sight. “Oh, shit.”

“Responsibilities, little man.” Rori sang, plucking him up and readjusting her pillows to prop herself where she could watch him best.

Her free hand slid between her legs, parting her labia—slowly, so Riley could see just how wet toying with him made her. His pulse sped up against her fingers again.

She lowered him onto her vulva on his hands and knees. She massaged her clit while he got his bearings; little hands adjusting themselves on her labia; his feet finding a hold at the back edge of her hole; pushing himself up so he did not fall. She tilted her pelvis up too, angling him toward her. Her hand hovered behind him, keeping him close no matter what happened.

Rori ran nails down his back, feeling minuscule goosebumps spread across his skin. She took a moment to appreciate the intricacy of such a tiny person—so perfectly expressive.

With a steadying breath, Riley met her gaze.

She gave him a nod, eyes shifting to her dominant hand, fingers still massaging her clit.

With a swallow, his hands met her fingers, lowering himself onto his forearms before the bud. Her fingertip brushed over his hand encouragingly, then pulled back so it could take its place. Her hand returned to her tits, rolling a nipple between her fingers as his wrapped around her clit.

“Use your palms,” she advised. “Back and forth—side to side. I like the friction.”

He took to her instructions with an adorably focused expression—drawn brows and dedication in his eyes—dipping his head to drag his tongue across the swollen bud between palming.

“Good,” Rori praised, arching her back and cupping her hand to his. “Harder.”

He pressed himself closer to her, too, trying to angle himself to give her the most force.

Her fingers returned to running down his back, feeling his ribcage expand with his every breath.

The skin beneath him throbbed.

God, her pussy was so open. The need to be filled threatened to take over; to feel him squirming inside her—right. There.

She arched her back again, rolling her hips and forcing Riley harder into her hand. Fingers danced along the back of his legs with temptation. His feet slid along the opening of her hole, down, until—

Riley gasped with soft surprise, peering under him at where he’d begun to slip inside her.

“Keep going,” Rori urged, fighting the impulse to wrap her hand around him; shove him inside her, all at once.

He returned to servicing her clit. Her fingers began to sink into her pussy. His calves were dragged along too, legs straightening, no longer on his knees but instead laying outstretched as she began to pull him inside her. She could feel his cock, sliding against her vulva as with a moan, he, too, struggled to control himself.

Rori clenched around his legs and he tensed in surprise. Good, but not enough.

“Faster,” she directed. “Use your tongue.”

She grabbed her boob as Riley obliged, squeezing it with a grip that would crush his bones had she used it on him. His tonguing only made her hungrier. She needed to devour him—greedily eat up every last delicious part of him and trap him inside her forever—now.

She sunk her fingers in another inch, bringing Riley up to his waist in the pit of warm, wet muscle. Cradling her vulva, he could no longer reach her clit with his mouth, opting to furiously rub it with his hands; grinding his hips with equal need.

They locked eyes and a wave of understanding passed over his face.

She bit the corner of her lip with dark, eager anticipation and pulled one finger out, then the other—slowly, as to not pull him out with them—and set them on his shoulders. Her thumb brushed his arm aside to get to his chest. He let go of her clit with that hand; clinging to it with his other—his last, parting squeeze of the sensitive bud before she pushed him chest-deep into her pussy and her clit was rendered out of reach entirely.

Her free hand abandoned her nipple for her clit, picking up where he’d left off, and god—

He was so warm inside her.

His encapsulated torso pressed against the thick, elastic walls as he panted, legs shaking—from fear or pleasure or her throbbing pulse—maybe all of the above. Gripping her vulva, he was still grinding his hips, sliding his dick along the ribbed muscle of her canal.

“Oh—fuh—fuck,” he moaned, gazing up at her through eyes barely open with pleasure. His flushed face was so pretty—especially with her juices on his chin, rolling down his mouth and neck, gathering where his body entered the tight vacuum of her pussy—at where it was eating him back.

The sight was so hot, Rori squeezed him until her legs quivered—threatening to close over him, crush him with her thighs—her hand alternating between pulling and rubbing her clit.

Buried up to his underarms, he looked like a swimmer in a pool, just before losing their ability to touch the bottom. He arched his body, stretching out inside her—legs trembling, feet curling—hands gripping onto her fingers, trying to push himself deeper—just begging her to give him more of this heat, this pressure—this pleasure. Pleading with her to drag him into the deep end.

Her hand ran over him, teasing him, feeling him inserted in her, where his skin met hers and how her pussy pulsated around him—and then, Rori began to pull him out.

“No—!” Riley squirmed with a choked cry, much to her pride and joy.

Rori forced her pussy to relax, fingers and thumb collecting his forearms with a single pinch—and then she lowered him again. She clenched her walls around him and slowly dragged him back out, making sure to enjoy every last ridge and divot of him: the spaces between his ribs, the curve of his waist, his hips, his ass, the way his muscle flexed against hers.

His eyes shot to hers—wide and questioning—Are you—?

Rori grinned back wickedly and shoved him in up to his neck.

Riley gasped—she rewarded it with an extra hard squeeze.

She could feel him swallow his nerves through her pussy. It throbbed excitedly as she plunged him in and out of her—each time she pulled him out, her walls clenched, trying to suck him in deeper—deeper, where he’d never see the light of day again; and when only his feet remained inside, the rest of her pussy gaped and beckoned him—Come back. Fill me up. Let me consume you—you’re mine. Don’t forget it. And when she shoved him back in, slick walls opened to welcome him, rejoicing in closing around him as if to say, Don’t ever leave again—gripping him, feeling every inch of his trembling legs and torso, wishing it was all of him—needing all of him.

His body shook with a mix of labored, frantic breaths and desperate, conflicted moans—caught between fear and pleasure. Desire and ruin. Unsure which animalistic drive was stronger. Each time he was pulled out, his cock sprung free, only to be shoved against him again as she sucked him back in, fucking him senseless like a glorified dildo.

Rori stirred him around—pressing him against every corner of her hole, trying to hold on, feeling her body tense as it threatened a crushing release.

More—just a little more. Hungry—so hungry.

Rolling her hips, she sunk Riley in deeper than ever—so deep, only his face and arms remained in the outside world.

He sputtered as juices washed over his face—Rori was tempted to leave him there, so wet she could drown him—stretching and straining for air, at the total mercy of her euphoria—sucked lifeless by her all-consuming body; his need for oxygen lesser than the mind-melting pleasure of her pussy.

Hole fluttering excitedly—threatening to close over him—she traced his face with a finger—teasing him, clearing his mouth just enough for Riley to get in one last, glorious gasp—and then she shoved his face under with a single fingertip.

Only his elbows and beyond stuck out of her now. Rori ran her nails along his forearms, feeling goosebumps spread across them—squeezing his hands between her finger pads—revelling in how tiny they were, and that she had them sticking out of her: the only visible sign she had an entire person wrapped up within her. She gripped his arms and pulled, just enough that his head broke the surface.

Riley gasped, skin red and covered in thick slick, hair plastered to his forehead. She pinched his chin between her fingers, making him squint at her through the juices he was coated head to toe in.

“Struggle,” Rori growled, so aggressively it vibrated through her chest—then shoved his entire body inside her pussy—head, arms, hands—everything—every. Last. Bit. Of. Him.

Fucking. Finally.

He was all there—deliciously filling her up—her walls rushing to contort to his every detail—sucking at skin—working to merge his flesh with hers. He filled her like his body was made for nothing else than to belong within hers—his sole purpose to fuel her desire.

And this time around, he took to her desire immediately.

Riley flung himself against her canal; limbs thrashing, hands and feet frantically running along the slick, ribbed chamber—fighting like his life depended on it—and for all intents and purposes, it did. A race between the air in his lungs and her tumultuous need to cum.

She rubbed her clit so furiously, her fingers ached, but she didn’t care—not at all. Her other hand gripped her tits, kneading them as mercilessly as her pussy kneaded him; squeezing him so hard, a dark part of her hoped his body broke and his brain popped and her pussy crushed him into nothing—nothing but pleasure—pleasure without limits while she savored the feeling of his powerless little body. Sucking him dry and lifeless. Consuming his soul. A whole person, an entire sentient being, turned into nothing but an orgasmatic high for Rori to wreck.

Her hips leapt into her hand—toes curled, thighs tense—fingers locking down hard onto her clit while she bucked against the pressure; grinding into the sensitive bundle of nerves that, up until several minutes ago, had a shaking little man dragging his tongue all over it. Inside, her vaginal walls convulsed, gripping him with contractions so strong, all struggle was forced to a trembling stop as her ecstasy reached its crushing peak.

Her thighs relaxed. She released her clit, giving it a few more appreciative squeezes and rubs of knee-jerking bliss before slipping her fingers into her slick entrance. She found his form easily, wrapping fingers around his chest and back and pulling his hot, sticky body out. Just feeling how warm and wet he was sliding out of her, temptation crawled up her neck to force him back in—start another round; keep him there, gripping and sucking on him forever; toying with him until he all but became apart of her—but his little body required something else of her.

Bringing Riley before her, Rori shimmied up her pillow perch a bit to inspect him. His head slumped against her knuckle; arms hanging limply over her thumb; legs dangling far above any surface he could have hoped to stand on. Truly in the deep-end.

But still, she could feel his tiny heart pounding in his chest, heavy and labored as his breathing tried to stabilize. Nothing seemed broken, just very red and maybe a bit swollen—something to keep an eye on.

He looked completely ruined and utterly pathetic—drowned. Smothered by sex.

Rori pressed a kiss to the side of his face. Then another. And another.

Her lips grazed his still-damp skin, leaving a trail of kisses down his arm. She smushed his hand between her top and bottom lip, trying to spread each and every finger. His hand twitched—fingers beginning to curl, feeling for where they were. His head rolled to the side and Riley groaned.

“Agh—am I… dead?” He mumbled.

Her lips pulled into a smile. She gave his hand a parting kiss and let his arm dangle free. “Not yet.”

He groaned again, rolling his wrist and rubbing his eyes. “…Are you… going to… eat me?”

She let out a short scoff through her nose. “Do you want me to eat you?”

“Hmghh…” Riley rubbed his face against her finger at the question.

Rori knew he didn’t like admitting it—that only made her press him for an answer more; drive him to confess that despite every survival instinct in his little head, the need to be held, consumed, desired, dominated—trumped all.

“I don’t—I don’t… don’t know…” he pulled his arms in like he might attempt to push himself up, but only had the strength to brace himself against an invisible force. He shuddered. “…Really strong pussy… are you done with me?”

She bit back a laugh, but was only half-successful.

He looked up to see what she was laughing at, and she could have sworn his already flushed face deepened to a new shade of embarrassed.

Rori gave him a dark grin. “I don’t know… you look pretty appetizing to me.”

Riley tensed as her mouth approached, gripping her thumb as if that would save him—yet still, her lips only grazed his skin.

He let out a ragged sigh— “Don’t—you can’t—stop… stop toying with me…”

“I say when it stops,” she reminded, licking his arm; feeling the fuzz of hair along his forearm. She slid her tongue under his arm, peeling it away from her thumb—drawing it into her mouth. She figured if anything was injured, this was a good way to find out.

Riley didn’t offer much resistance as she released his arm and seized the other, sucking him in shoulder-deep. He held his breath as she took his head into her mouth next; relishing the taste of sweat and sex on his skin, in his hair—dragging her tongue over his face, under his chin, around his neck—but she didn’t pull the rest of him in after.

No, Rori inspected each part of him thoroughly and individually—releasing his head with a wet kiss to his face—enjoying the way it left him breathless—then adjusting her grip so his front was open to her. She sucked at his torso, swiping her tongue across his chest.

“You taste good,” she murmured, and his heart skipped a beat against her tongue as she flattened it to his stomach; dragging it across his chest again.

Riley held off a scoff. “I taste like you,” he said softly.

“Mm,” she hummed, tracing his skin with her lips. “You add a little something to it.”

He flushed. Despite himself, he let out a content sigh and leaned into her lips, then turned over as her tongue snaked its way from his chest to his back.

Cheekily, she gave his ass a nibble, enjoying watching him squirm. She kissed along his back, licking up his spine and feeling Riley arch himself, shoulder blades pinching as her tongue passed through on her way to kiss the top of his head. She turned him in her grip again, but this time his hand tried to block her from his dick.

“Please,” Riley managed. “It’s still sensitive.”

She arched a brow. “Did you cum in there?”

“No.”

Rori nudged his hand out of the way with her nose, lips just grazing his dick. He made a rather embarrassingly cute ack sound and rushed to push her lips away.

“Liar,” she grinned. “I ought to punish you for that.”

He shivered at the idea, but she obeyed his request and skipped his dick, running lips over thighs; licking the salty taste off his skin. When she got to his first foot, Rori tilted her head back and took the entirety of his leg into her mouth, enjoying his wide-eyed reaction, complete with a soft little gasp. She circled her tongue around the limb, sucking it as one, savoring the taste and feeling of his skin, then pulled back—slowly.

She went to take his other leg into her mouth and Riley cried out sharply.

She jerked like he’d just spontaneously caught fire. “What is it? Are you hurt?”

Riley blinked rapidly, his breaths short and heart beat rapid against her fingers. “My ankle,” he swallowed. “Must’ve pulled a muscle. It’s not bad—just sore. And tense.”

“Let me see,” Rori said, raising him higher and bringing a delicate touch to the back of his calves. The left was indeed redder and more swollen than the right, despite the former being the one just in her mouth. She gave it a light, experimental touch. He remained unfazed, but when she tried to bend it, he pulled back with a wince, hissing.

Riley managed a glower as she released him. “…Really strong pussy…”

She laughed, then gave him a genuine look. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to squeeze you to death a little less the next time you’re in my pussy.”

He sighed as she pressed a kiss to the side of his face. “You never were gonna eat me now, were you?”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Rori winked. “I think you’ve had enough. Right now I want to pamper you, and take care of that ankle.”

“Pamper me?” His brows raised.

“Mm-hm,” she breathed in deeply. “You still smell like sex; we’ll have to take care of that—I’ll run a bath after I take a better look at that ankle. Massage you a little; relax those muscles. Sing your praises. I’ve got some nice lotion, too. Then I want to snuggle up and cuddle you.”

He looked hopeful. “Can we watch a movie too?”

She smiled. “Your pick.”

Riley nodded, settling against her hand. “I’m tired.”

She ruffled his wet hair, working fingernails along his scalp rewardingly. “You did excellent—my perfect little man.”

“Thanks,” he leaned into her touch, heart fluttering. “I… want to do it again.”

Rori gave him a devilish smile and watched a shiver work its way up his spine. Holding him between her fingers, she took in every last detail—the slight shake he started doing again, the way his lungs hitched in suspense, the whites of his eyes, wide with anticipation—body responding in ways she wasn’t even sure Riley was aware of.

How cute.

Rori couldn’t resist giving him one more kiss, if only to satisfy the squeeze in her chest.

“Oh, we will. Any new ideas?”