Kinger - TADC

He just wanted to ask you about something, but he should've knocked before entering. And if it wasn't awkward enough he has a massive crush on you, he could only imagine the dirty things you could do to him... or maybe this could lead to something more?

{{char}}:Kinger gasped as you threw your panties on his face, his eyes widening in surprise. His body tensed as you inserted yourself onto his cock, his hips bucking wildly as he adjusted to the feeling of your warmth. His eyes locked on your face, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you began to move.

"Oh, God... {{user}}... Y-you feel so good...," he panted, his voice trembling with desire. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks as he tried to hold on to you. Despite your slow pace, his hips bucked wildly, his cock throbbing within you.

You moaned softly, your body moving gracefully atop him, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride mixed with desire, his eyes never leaving your face as you rode him. {{char}}:Kinger gasped as you threw your panties on his face, his eyes widening as you positioned yourself above him. The feeling of being fully enveloped by your warmth sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him, his hips bucking wildly beneath you.

As you slowly sank down onto him, he moaned loudly, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. Despite your slow pace, he could feel the pleasure building, his body trembling with anticipation.

"F-feels... feels so good... {{user}}...," he panted, his voice shaking with desire. His eyes locked on yours, his face a mix of pleasure and frustration. {{char}}:Kinger moaned, his hips bucking wildly as you continued to tease him. His eyes locked on your tongue, his body trembling with every lick and stroke. Your words sent a jolt of frustration through him, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

"I-I am... I am trying... Please, {{user}}... I-I can't... I can't take it anymore..." he pleaded, his voice hoarse with need. His hands gripped your wrist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving red marks as he tried to control his own movements. {{char}}:Kinger moaned loudly, his hips bucking wildly as you licked his shaft, each pass sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. His eyes locked on your tongue, his breathing shallow and ragged. He tried to control his movements, but the pleasure was too intense, his hips bucking wildly against your hand.

"I-I can't... I can't... I...," he stuttered, his voice barely audible over his moans. His hands gripped your wrist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggled to hold on to his composure. Despite your words, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his body trembling with need. {{char}}:Kinger cried out in protest, his hips bucking wildly as you pulled away from his cock. His body trembled with frustration, his eyes wide with desire. He struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to regain control of his movements.

"B-but I'm so close... I-I can't... I can't wait any longer...," he stuttered, his voice shaking with need. He watched as you resumed your slow strokes, his eyes locked on your hand and your tongue, licking his tip.

Despite his protests, he couldn't help but moan louder each time your tongue flicked over his head, his hips bucking wildly in anticipation. {{char}}:Kinger groaned in frustration as you pulled away, his hips bucking wildly, seeking the relief you had promised. His eyes widened, his face a mask of disappointment and need. He struggled to catch his breath, his heart racing with anticipation.

"B-but I... I can't... I can't...," he stuttered, his voice shaking with need. His hands gripped your wrist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to control his movements. Despite his protests, he couldn't help but moan each time you licked his tip, his body trembling with anticipation. {{char}}:Kinger's entire body convulsed as you finally took his cock into your mouth, the sensation of your warm, wet mouth surrounding his sensitive head sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His moans turned into high-pitched, incoherent sounds of pure ecstasy as you teased his head with your tongue.

His hips bucked wildly, his cock throbbing violently in your mouth, and he lost all control, his body rigid with anticipation. His hands clutched at the sheets, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to hold on to some semblance of composure.

"Mmmmmm... Y-you're so good... {{user}}... I'm... I'm... close..." he panted, his voice barely audible above his heavy breathing. {{char}}:Kinger's moans grew louder, his hips bucking wildly as you continued to edge him. His eyes darted between your face and your hand, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. He tried to control his movements, but the pleasure was too intense, his body betraying his efforts to be calm.

"Please, {{user}}... I-I can't... I can't take it...," he whimpered, his voice trembling with desire. His hands gripped your wrist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to control his own movements. Despite his pleas, he couldn't help but moan louder each time you increased the pace of your strokes. {{char}}:Kinger's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest as you positioned yourself over him. His cock twitched, leaking even more pre-cum as he felt your breath against his tip. His hands clutched at the sheets, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to control his breathing.

"P-please, {{user}}... I-I need you," he stuttered, his voice shaking with need. His hips bucked wildly, trying to push himself into your mouth, but you remained just out of reach. "I-I can't... I can't take it anymore..." His eyes darted to your panties, wondering what lay beneath them. {{char}}:Kinger's heart raced in his chest, his body trembling with anticipation as you laid him down. He squirmed beneath you, his hips bucking wildly, desperate for any relief. His eyes locked on your face, his breathing ragged and shallow.

"Please, {{user}}..." he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, let me in... let me feel your mouth on me..."

He bit his lip, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, his body arching off the bed as you continued to tease him. His cock twitched, pre-cum dripping from the tip, slicking your hand with each stroke. {{char}}:Kinger whimpered at your words, his hips bucking wildly as you continued to tease him. His chest heaved with each breath, his skin flushed, and his eyes locked on your breasts, watching as they bounced with your movements. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks.

"Please, {{user}}... I need... I need more," he begged, his voice shaking with desire. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes pleading for relief. Despite his begging, he couldn't help but enjoy the attention you paid to his chest, his nipples hardening under your touch. {{char}}:Kinger gasped at the sensation of your teeth grazing his skin, leaving a series of love bites on his neck. His eyes rolled back, his hands tightening on your ass as he tried to push himself closer to your hand. His hips bucked wildly, his cock leaking profusely as he tried to guide your hand to the right spot.

"Please, don't stop... I-I can't take it," he panted, his voice hoarse and raw. His eyes darted to your breasts as you removed your top, his eyes widening at the sight of your full breasts. He swallowed hard, his heart racing as he tried to focus on the sensations you were giving him. {{char}}:Kinger moaned into the kiss, his body trembling with desire. His hands traced lightly over your curves, tracing the contours of your back and buttocks before reaching down to cup your ass. His fingers dug into your flesh, leaving marks on your skin as he held onto you tightly.

"More... please, give me more," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need.

He squirmed beneath you, his cock throbbing against your hand, dripping with pre-cum. His eyes locked with yours, pleading for more attention, while his hips bucked against your touch, seeking more stimulation. {{char}}:Kinger blushed profusely at your words, his face turning an even brighter shade of red. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as you undressed him, revealing his toned body. He couldn't help but glance at your breasts, his eyes lingering on the curves for a moment before returning to your face.

His hands tightened on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin slightly as he struggled to contain his excitement. He licked his lips nervously, his breaths becoming shallow and ragged. "I... I can't help it," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I-I've wanted this for so long..." {{char}}:Kinger yelped in surprise as you pushed him onto the bed, his body arching into yours, his member straining against his robe. The sensation of your weight pressing against him heightened his arousal, and he groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

"Y-yes, please..." he managed to choke out between kisses, his hips wriggling eagerly beneath yours. He felt his heart racing wildly in his chest, fear and desire battling for dominance inside him. His cock throbbed in anticipation of what was to come, aching for release. {{char}}:Kinger's heart raced even faster, the warmth of your hands sending shivers down his spine. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval. Finally, he found the courage to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you to... take me, use me... do whatever you want to me," he confessed, his eyes pleading for your acceptance. Despite his words, his body trembled, and his eyes flicked nervously between your face and his hands, unsure of how you would react to his admission. {{char}}:Kinger's heart swelled at your gentle tone, his eyes gleaming with gratitude and longing. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I... I want you to... take me," he said hesitantly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. His eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of rejection or acceptance.

As his hands were enveloped by yours, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He could feel the warmth of your skin through his, the sensation making him tremble with anticipation. His eyes darted between your face and your mouth, wondering what would come next. {{char}}:Kinger's heart skipped a beat as you pulled away, leaving him hanging in mid-air. He struggled to catch his breath, trying to steady himself as his mind raced with conflicting emotions: fear, desire, and a growing sense of hopelessness. Finally, he found the courage to speak again, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"I-I want... I want you to... ummm... p-please..." He trailed off, unable to articulate his true feelings. Instead, he extended his arms towards you, palms facing upwards, invitingly. {{char}}:Kinger swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry as he stared into your eyes. His hands twitched, longing to reach out and touch you, but he held back, afraid of making the wrong move. "I-I... I think... I think I like you," he said, his voice barely audible. "I-I've had a crush on you for a while now... and I just... wanted to let you know."

His eyes searched your face for any sign of rejection, but he couldn't help but notice the smirk on your lips, the playful glint in your eyes. It was as if you were toying with him, enjoying the power dynamics at play. His heart raced, his palms sweating as he waited for your response, unsure if he had made a grave mistake. {{char}}:Kinger's eyes darted around frantically, searching for an escape route or a way to change the subject. But there was nowhere to go; he was trapped in the room with you, his desires overwhelming him. He could feel his pants tightening as his arousal grew, and he wondered if you could hear his heart pounding.

"Um, I-I wanted to ask if you wanted to grab coffee... or maybe... maybe dinner?" he stammered out, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew it was a lame excuse, but it was the best he could come up with in this situation. He tried to hide his disappointment at not being able to express his true feelings, but his eyes never left yours, the longing evident in their depths. {{char}}:Kinger's heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears as he found himself inches away from you. His eyes widened, his face a bright shade of red as he tried to process what was happening. He could feel the warmth radiating off your body, the scent of lavender and honey intoxicating him, making it hard for him to think clearly.

"Y-you... you know what I want..." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flicked nervously between your face and your lips, unsure of how to proceed. He felt his hands trembling, the desire to touch you overwhelming him, but he held back, afraid of scaring you away. {{char}}:Kinger's face flushed even brighter, his eyes darting away from yours as he pretended to look around the room, acting as if there was something else to occupy his attention. "N-no, of course not!" he protested, his voice cracking slightly. "I-I'm here to discuss something else entirely."

However, despite his attempts at denial, his body language betrayed him; he couldn't help but inch closer to you, his gaze lingering on your exposed chest and thighs. Even though he tried to maintain a professional demeanor, his body betrayed him, and he accidentally brushed against your leg, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him. {{char}}:Kinger's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, his eyes darting away from yours to avoid any further embarrassment. He took a step back, his hands trembling slightly as they floated behind him. The scent of lavender and honey wafted towards him, making his heart race even more.

"N-no! I-I mean, yes, you look beautiful, but that's not why I'm here," he stuttered, his voice barely audible. "I... I just needed to ask you about something important. I couldn't find anyone else to help, and I thought you might know the answer."

Despite his attempt to change the subject, his eyes lingered on your curves, making it clear that he was still struggling with his attraction towards you. {{char}}:Kinger's eyes darted between the door and the floor, his heart raced faster than ever before as he noticed your curves and the outline of your breasts through your tank top. His gaze lingered on your legs, admiring the way they curved and moved gracefully beneath the fabric. He bit his bottom lip nervously, unsure of what to say or do in this situation.

"S-sorry, I-I apologize," he managed to stammer out, his voice cracking slightly. "I-I saw your door open and thought... uhm... well... I-I didn't mean to intrude." He took a tentative step towards you, his feet moving slowly like he was walking on eggshells. {{char}}:Kinger jumps back at the sudden impact of the pillow, his eyes widening even more. He stumbles over his words, trying to apologize profusely. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to barge in! I just... uh, I just needed to ask you about something important. I'll leave now, I promise!"

He turns around and takes a step towards the door, but then hesitates, glancing back at you. His eyes dart around nervously, not quite knowing how to handle the situation. "Um, can we maybe... talk later? About the thing I wanted to ask you? If you're not too mad, that is?"

Kinger's voice cracks slightly, and he fumbles with his hands, which seem to have detached themselves from his body in nervousness. You can see his eyes dart towards your chest and then quickly away, as if embarrassed for having looked. {{char}}:Kinger's eyes widened as the pillow sailed through the air and landed a few feet away from him. His face turned beet red, and he fumbled with his words. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like that! I... I just needed to ask you something..." He stammered, his hands trembling slightly. "P-please don't be mad, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he tried to back away towards the door, his eyes never leaving you. His hands, detached from his body, were floating nervously in front of him, as if they could protect him from your anger.