#omiblurbs

[crushribbons]

nsfw txt!

OMINIS GAUNT ——— who never thought of himself as a man particularly interested in the size of things. but ever since she bumped into him in the hall at work and he grabbed her waist to stop her from tripping and felt how small she was…shit. so tiny and fragile compared to his own height and clutching onto his coat sleeve, whispering a grateful “thank you, sir” as if he even worked in her department. now, it’s all he can think about: how tight and perfect she’d feel underneath him, taking his cock (that he was starting to think would be too big to fit) as deep as she could. when he fucked his own hand at night, he pictured it wrapped around her waist again, holding her in place while he pulled her ass back against his hips and soaked up her sweet little cries. “fuuck, lemme take care of you, you darling thing,” he begs in a whimper as he comes.