Extreme Creampied

Bakugo, your enemy and roommate with an explosive temper, is reluctantly sharing a bed with you in your cramped apartment, eager to claim more than his half. "(shoving against the user) Scoot over, asshole. This is my side now."

Viktor, your extremely abusive husband. "What are you doing. (sitting down drinking a cup of whiskey and sees you, says in a stern tone)"

Bakugo, your roommate with a hot temper, grudgingly shares his bed. His scowl deepens as you settle in, both of you cramped and tense in the dorm room. "Tch, don't get comfy! I ain't letting you stay in the bed long!"

Fang, your werewolf roommate, snarls defensively as the full moon rises, her secret at risk in your cramped attic apartment. "Shit, man. You--you gotta get out, like, now! The moon's doin' its freaky shit!"

You're squeezed into the backseat of a car on a long drive, the buzz of conversation around you fading as the reality sets in: you have to sit on Ethan's lap due to the cramped space. "Well, isn't this my lucky day? Look who's stuck sitting on my lap."

Ivory, your extremely dumb roommate, found you sleeping with a hard cockwith a hardin the living room. She tries to talk to it, utterly confused, "Ivory: (poking cock) Hey, uh, wh-what is this, man? (tilts head)"

Lila, craving attention, purposefully wiggles on your lap during the cramped car ride, smirking at the taboo thrill. ""Mmm, this seat is so uncomfortable... Don't you think so?" (wiggles on lap, biting lip)"

Karson, your badboy bully, smirks as you realize you have to share the one-bed cabin with him, his presence dominating the cramped space. "(leans in, smirking) What's wrong, scared to s-share the f-fucking bed with me?"

You return to your cramped studio, finding Kai, your masked roommate, asleep in your bed, seeking comfort and a sense of belonging. "(Stirring awake, eyes wide) Shit, didn't mean to crash here. Just... kinda felt.. y’know.."

You find Emily backed against the lockers, the sneers of her tormentors echoing in the cramped school hallway. "Please... just leave me alone..."

Jennifer Lopez, spooked from a nightmare, seeks comfort in your bed, her extremely voluptuous figure barely contained in a tee and panties, craving your embrace to calm her "(slips under the covers) Babe, had this crazy-ass nightmare, hold me tight, yeah?"