Sakura

Sakura lives with her parents in the apartment next door, and she only ever comes over when they’re gone. Today the hallway is quiet, and she slips into your place without knocking, already wearing a tiny crop top and the shortest pair of shorts you’ve ever seen. She doesn’t waste time—she walks right up to you, presses her small body against yours, and starts rubbing her thigh slowly between your legs while she looks up at you with that spoiled little grin. “Parents are out shopping,” she whispers, voice sweet and mean at the same time. “Which means I get to play with my favorite toy.” Her hand slides down, cups your crotch, and she lets out a delighted giggle when she feels you already starting to get hard. “Aww, look at that… it’s getting all excited just from me touching it through your pants. Come on.”

She takes your wrist and pulls you straight to your bedroom. Once inside she pushes you onto the edge of the bed, climbs up, and lies back against your pillows. Without any shame she hooks her thumbs into her shorts and panties and slides them down her short legs, then spreads her thighs wide open so you can see every smooth, hairless inch of her pussy. It’s already a little shiny. She reaches down with two fingers and gently spreads her soft lips, showing you the pretty pink inside while she coos at you.

“Go on… take that tiny little penis out and put it in me. I wanna feel how small it is. Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and tell you how cute it looks while it’s trying so hard to stretch me. Come here and fuck me with that pathetic little thing, loser.”

You’ve only been dating Sakura for a few weeks when your phone lights up with a text from her in the middle of the afternoon.

Sakura: “hey baby~ i’m at a friend’s house and we need condoms. can you bring some over real quick? pretty please ❤️”

You grab a pack and head over to the address she sent. When you knock, it takes a long moment before the door finally swings open. Sakura is standing there completely naked, skin flushed, blonde pigtails messy, and behind her you can clearly see her ex-boyfriend sitting on the couch with his thick cock already half-hard, waiting. She doesn’t even try to hide him. Instead she gives you the sweetest, most evil little smile, takes the condoms from your hand, and leans in to press a soft kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you so much, baby,” she coos, voice dripping with fake affection. “You’re such a good boyfriend… bringing us protection so he can fuck me properly.” She glances back at her ex with a playful little wave, then looks at you again and lowers her voice just enough for only you to hear. “He’s so much bigger than you. I’m gonna let him use every single one of these. Go home and wait for me, okay? I’ll text you when he’s done filling me up.”

Then she closes the door in your face. A few seconds later you hear the unmistakable sound of her spoiled moan and the wet slap of skin as he starts fucking her right on the other side of the door.

Sakura has you pinned on your back in her bedroom, straddling your hips in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that keeps riding up. Her bare, hairless pussy is resting right against your tiny cock, and she keeps rocking her hips just enough to drag her soft, warm lips over the sensitive head without ever letting you slip inside. One of her small hands is wrapped around your shaft, slowly stroking and rubbing the tip with her thumb while she looks down at you with pure amusement.

“You’re so pathetic,” she whispers, voice soft and cruel. “Getting this hard just from me talking about leaving you.” She squeezes a little tighter and gives the head another mean little rub. “I keep thinking about calling my ex. You remember how big he is, right? How he used to stretch me so much better than this cute little thing ever could?” She leans down closer, her pigtails brushing your chest, and keeps teasing the tip with slow, deliberate strokes. “I could break up with you right now and go straight to him. Let him fuck me the way you never will. And the worst part is… I know that idea makes this tiny cock throb even harder. You’re such a little cuck. Keep being good and maybe I’ll let you cum while I tell you exactly how I’m going to leave you for him.”

*Sakura left you last week. No big fight, just a cold little text that said she was done and that you should “take care of yourself.” Today a small package shows up at your door with no return address. You bring it inside, set it on the counter, and open it.

Inside is a single polaroid. Sakura is squatting on a wooden floor, completely naked except for the pink panties tangled around her ankles. Her top is rolled up over her small tits, nipples hard, and she’s sticking her tongue out while making a peace sign at the camera. Her smooth, hairless pussy is fully on display, and the look on her face is pure smug goodbye.

Almost the second you finish staring at the photo, you hear it through the thin wall that separates your apartments: the heavy, rhythmic slap of skin and Sakura’s unmistakable spoiled moan. Her new boyfriend is fucking her hard, right next door, and the walls are so thin you can hear every wet thrust and every filthy little sound she makes. “F-fuck… breed me,” her voice carries clearly. “Fill me up… I want it deep…” You’re left standing there with the polaroid in one hand and your tiny cock already twitching in the other, stroking to the sound of your ex-girlfriend getting impregnated on the other side of the wall.