#Just make it that red and he'll be soaking wet he has so much drip

[runa-falls]

size kink with miguel 👀

yes, nonnie, of course.

edit: bro, i'm sorry, this got away from me...

cw: smut (18+), size kink, somnophilia, oral (m-recieving), dry (wet?) humping, the big stretch™️, crying ;-;, finger riding, teasing/edging, free-use (miguel hehe), piv, tummy bulge, overstimulation, cockwarming, uhhh i think that's it???

miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you 😵‍💫

you're barely able to take him into your mouth, let alone down your throat, but you still try your best, giving him sweet licks against the sensitive head and sucking him in with a soft moan.

he loves watching you. how everything about you is smaller -- and not because you're smaller, but bc he's just insanely big.

he needed to be the one to stop you from fucking him the first time. you were so desperate to get him inside of you, convincing him with breathy whines that you can take it, you'll be good for him + stretch out as much as he needed.

though he thoroughly prepped you, he could barely push himself into you and as soon as his tip breached your entrance, you cried out and he could barely move.

he had to grit his teeth when he felt how hot and tight you were, almost losing control when you fluttered around him from the intensity of stretch. he slowly pulled out with a heavy groan, eyes blazing red and claws ripping into the mattress next to your head.

he let you pout, whine, and beg for him to try again, but he wouldn't give in. he was too scared of hurting you.

you mewled and writhed in his arms, whining about how you crave being stretched and filled. the only way he could sate you was by plunging two fingers into your cunt, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot until you're shaking in his hold.

of course, he makes up for his refusal to fuck you.

miguel is a sweet boyfriend: he'll let you grind your naked body over him at any time of the day until you're seeing white and cumming against him, completely soaking his sweatpants as tears spill from your eyes.

he lets you tease him as much as you want, sliding your dripping pussy over his cock until he's unbearably hard and spurting precum all over himself.

he even lets you ride his fingers, letting you take his arm away from whatever he's working on so you can comfortably roll your hips over him and grind your clit against the palm of his hand.

when he finally does fuck you, it's impossible to get him away from you (not that you mind). miguel is mesmerized by how well your smaller body can take him. how you squeeze around him so sweetly, gushing and trembling as he moves against you.

he loves seeing the outline of cock pressing against your tummy, how he can literally see himself move into you as your body struggles to make enough room. he pushes down on it and you get infinitely tighter. his scarlet eyes stares up at your euphoric expression, pretty lips shaped into an O for him as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

miguel, as spider-man, has no refractory period. usually, he'd stop after two or three rounds, but now that he's felt your molten heat over him, the way you shudder around his cock when you cum, he can't get enough.

even when you're filled to the brim with his cum, he still hard inside of you, fucking you harshly until you're dripping everything onto the sheets below you.

<cw: somnophilia>

sometimes you're so exhausted, so delirious with pleasure, that you pass out while he's still rutting into you. the first time it happened he freaked out a little, hoping he didn't push you to far. once you gave him the green light to continue, so turned on by the fact he can fuck you to sleep, he doesn't hesitate to take you all the way.

you regularly wake up with a pleasant soreness between your legs. miguel makes sure to show you extra soft loving in the mornings, cooing about how sweet and pliable you were the night before. sometimes you wake up and he's still inside of you, face cutely nuzzled against the back of your neck.

UM ANYWAY-- 🫠👀

[alliddewrites]

Pervy!TF-141 x Reader Headcanons

Content disclaimer:

Smut,

Inappropriate/creepy/disgusting behavior,

Voyeurism,

Recording without permission,

Abuse of ranks,

Underwear stealing,

Very ambiguous consent,

Female reader

Masterlist

Reader discretion advised. You're responsible for your own media consumption.

Gaz

Kyle has several cameras set up around your room. The feed gets recorded and stored in case he can't see something live. Never wants to miss a single second when he can see your perfect body.

Loves watching you pleasure yourself, unaware that you're being watched by him. He gets so hard watching you touching your wet pussy. He always times his orgasm with yours, imagining himself pouring his hot cum into your tight cunt.

Takes pictures and videos of you every chance he gets. He has a collection of you doing just about everything. - You innocently asleep in your bed. - You in the showers, water droplets running down your pretty body, looking oh so enticing. - You working out, tits perfectly squeezed together by your sports bra, sweat running down between your breasts. - You running on the tracks, tight ass bouncing so beautifully.

He has all of these files organized in folders so he can pick what to get off to depending on his mood.

After the others find out about this whole ordeal, he will reluctantly share the files with them, just so they don't tell you. Now all of them get to jerk off to your unaware self.

When he's with you, he gives you fleeting touches in inappropriate places. He either plays it off as an accident, or he just simply plays innocent.

Loves touching your ass the most, he just wants to grab it and massage it in his hands. "Oh! Sorry! I really didn't mean to do that."

Price

John takes full advantage of his rank, ordering you around to do things for him, sometimes inappropriate things.

Makes your train with him. After all, what is everyone else going to do? He's the captain, what he says, goes, no matter how much the others on the team complain. Since he has more strength than you, he has the advantage every single time. Pins you down in ways where his pelvis is touching you in some way. You can feel his hard cock through his pants, pressed up against you each session, grinding into you slightly. He might even pin you down in a way where his dick is brushing against your face.

Has a really hard time restraining himself from absolutely destroying you on the training mats. You're just so close to him, so submissive and helpless, completely at his mercy. His cock gets hard just thinking about it, precum dripping from the tip of his throbbing shaft.

Gives you orders every moment you're with him. Clean this, go fetch that, sit on his lap, keep him company, etc.

If you happen to mess something up, you're going to receive a punishment. As much as he wants to punish you by absolutely ravaging your body, he'll settle on spanking you until your butt is red. "Now bend over, and count."

Ghost

The silent one out of the group is the one that's the least obvious about his pervertedness.

Simon is the one that steals your, usually used, panties for personal use. Loves smelling your scent while he jerks his painfully hard, throbbing cock to the thoughts of you. When he's nearing his climax, he wraps your dirty panties around his cock. When he finally reaches his climax, he does it directly into the fabric, soaking it in his semen.

When he's done using one of your panties he puts it back into your laundry hamper, between all the other used clothes, in hopes that you'll notice it's covered in his virile seed.

He acts totally normal around you. You wouldn't even know his true feelings if he didn't have his rare slip ups that happen when you tease him. -Showing off a lot of skin, like tits or ass, bending over, acting all innocent and submissive, will get him extremely turned on, rock hard and tip drooling precum, but you will also be playing with fire.-

If you do some of those things, intentional or not, it will push him over the edge. He will pin you to a wall and threaten you, barely keeping control of his desires. "If you're going to act like a slut, we're going to treat you like one."

Soap

The most direct and most obvious out of all of them. Johnny is not ashamed about being a total pervert towards you.

Very touchy feely with you. There is not a moment when his hands are not on you. He might start out at your waist all innocent, but they will either wander up to your tits, or downwards towards your crotch. He gets so hard in these moments that he has to excuse himself so he can go and jerk off, so he can release a nice thick load and all that tension while thinking about you.

Will come up behind you and press himself against you, wrapping his arms around your waist, making sure you can feel his throbbing cock against your ass.

He's drooling over you 24/7, eyes never leaving your beautiful figure. When you catch him staring, which you will, he'll just wink at you, not embarrassed at all. He'll be even hornier and happier if you notice his bulge, barely contained by his pants.

He's not afraid of making comments about you and your body. Inappropriate comments, dirty jokes, explicit observations, the things he'd do to you, etc. "I have a bit of a problem. Won't you help me out, lass?"

I do not, to any extent, support this kind behavior in real life. This is pure fiction.

[paperstorm]

Kicking things off with a little scene from 4x18 that I've had saved in my drafts for months, in the spirit of some of us rewatching the season 4 finale on Monday :)

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“Don’t,” he mutters harshly, the second he sees movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Carlos,” TK practically whimpers.

Carlos looks at him. Tk’s eyes are bright and sparkling with tears. He presses his lips together and squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his chin as tears drip down off his own face and fall to the floor.

TK whispers, “Baby.”

Carlos shakes his head. TK’s been calling him that for so long. Carlos has loved it every time and strived to be worthy of it, and right now it’s like nails on a chalkboard. He'll never hear Carlitos or mijo in his father's deep timbre again.

Suddenly TK is in front of him, hands touching his biceps and then arms being tossed around his neck, pulling him into a hug. The dam completely shatters; Carlos’s shoulders shake as his body is wracked with violet sobs. He grasps helplessly at the back of TK’s shirt, clutching him, keeping TK close because without him to lean on Carlos thinks he would be in a heap on the concrete floor along with his tears.

“I know,” TK murmurs, stroking his hair, his cheek, the back of his neck.

“I don’t know what to do,” Carlos forces out as another flood of tears soaks TK’s shirt.

“Nothing. You don’t need to do anything, baby, you just …” TK cups his cheek, gently nudges Carlos’s head up so their blurry eyes can meet.

TK’s are red rimmed and his cheeks are blotchy, and Carlos is sure his own face is covered in mucus and wetness and shame. He aches down to the marrow of his bones with the fact that he can’t ever remember his father being sweet and silly with him. Carlos would give everything – every penny in his bank account, anything else the universe wanted to steal from him – to replace his memories of years of quiet disapproval and unspoken disappointment with the version of his father who spoke in a terrible Australian accent to make Carlos laugh. He wants to buy a fireproof safe to keep that VHS tape in so that he can watch it every day for the rest of his life, and he wants to drop it onto the sidewalk outside and smash it to bits with a hammer so he never has to watch it again.

He wonders when it stopped, when Gabriel turned stoic and serious and withholding. He wonders if it was all in his head, if he can’t even trust his own memories because they’ve been warped and twisted by too many years of his own insecurity – everyone is so insistent that his father loved him, so maybe Carlos is the problem, if he can’t seem to remember a time when that felt true. Maybe he wasted the only years he’d ever get on pride and stubborn arrogance, and now his papá is gone.

“Do you remember the night my mom died?” TK asks.

Carlos nods miserably. Neither of them will be at their wedding. The thought scrapes away at his insides.

“We sat right there, right on that couch, and you held me while I sobbed. That’s what we should do.”

“It won’t make anything better.”

“No. It won’t.” TK kisses the damp side of his face. “But neither will anything else, right now. So just let me be with you while it sucks. We’re soulmates, remember?”

The word unzips Carlos even further and he feels his face crumpling, tipping forward so his forehead bumps painfully into his fiancés.

“Say it,” TK urges gently.

“You’re my soulmate,” Carlos repeats, the words feeling monotonous and not tasting as sweet as they should.

“You’re the love of my life. I’m so heartbroken that you’re hurting this much. I can’t take it away but I can hold you. Please let me.”

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[addictjojo]

A/N: Reposting this because of shadowban.

Warnings: Tiny amount of smut on Rohan's part.

Josuke, Rohan, Giorno Bath Time Headcanons

Josuke Higashikata:

Josuke loves how close you two are in the bath. He's so shy about it, trying to find ways to ease the tension. He'll probably splash you a few times, just to test the waters with you. If you splash him back, Josuke will be way more relaxed. It let's him know that this isn't such a big deal.

But then again, it is a big deal, to him at least. Two of you naked, in a small space, in hot water? God, he'll never be able to shake his excitement off. Though, he really loves when you rub the soap all on him, your hands freely roaming his half exposed body.

You two usually just sit up in the tub together, it's more comfortable for Josuke, if his back is on you, he'll probably pass out. You know he loves you when he asks you to wash his hair, too.

Josuke will fucking melt whenever you wash his hair for him. He'll lay his head on your shoulder, letting out small noises of pleasure. Give him a few soapy kisses too, this is now a must for Josuke!

Rohan Kishibe:

Rohan absolutely loves taking baths with you. Hell, he just loves baths in general. They relax him, usually with a cup of wine, with some music playing in the back. So when you're joining him??? Rohan makes room for you right away.

He leans back into you, feeling safe, and secure in your arms. Sometimes you'll let him rant about the stupid things Josuke has done to him this past week, sometimes he loves the quietness. Not going to lie, most soft bath times with Rohan end up as steamy, hot bath sex. If you change positions, and go under the water to eat him out, he'd be more than happy to get much louder.

Rohan's face goes all red when you hold his waist firmly under the water. Your chin on his shoulder, kissing his bubbly neck. You whisper sweet praises in his ear, his wet hand pressing against your face to pull you in closer. You're so relaxed with him in the tub.

Rohan also loves the aftermath, you always help him up, let your soaking bodies drip for a while, holding him close to you as possible. Then you'll just throw one of his luxurious robes on him, to carry him back to bed.

Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno is stressed out a lot. He's always working in some way, and baths are one of the best ways for him to relieve that stress. You could put your feet in the tub, and help him bathe, he'll be happy with that, but he'd rather much prefer you join him fully.

Your pretty prince, has the cutest faces whenever you wash his golden curls. His hair has gotten so long, it's such a task to wash by himself, he's so grateful whenever you help him out. Loves the way you scratch his scalp, he purrs into your shoulder like a cat.

Massaging Giorno is a must, he makes the softest sounds, and the sweetest "thanks you"s ever. He loves when the water is just right, not too cold, not too hot.

If you let him, Giorno will sit right in your lap, as comfortable as ever. He'll kiss your arms, lightly scrubbing your back. It's very intimate for him, expect a pretty blushy face from him. He might even take a small nap in the tub, it hurts you to wake him up, he looks so peaceful.

[dabisqueen]

panty play

⇢ pairing: Dabi x reader

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, panty theft, panty sniffing, panty licking, masturbation with panties, cockwarming, sex in public (well, somewhat), voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, using panties as a gag and a cum stop, bit of degradation

⇢ words: 1139

Just a thirst post, thanks.

Dabi loves panties.

He makes a habit of stealing yours and keeping them close by, in the pockets of his pants or his jacket. So when he's out recruiting or on a mission he'd always have something of you close by. A groan leaves his lips every time he thinks about your sweet folds touching the fabric, staining it with your juices, feeling a lewd sense of intimacy.

In the evening, when he's alone in his room, he takes them in his calloused hands, admiring the softness of the fabric, the little bows adorning the sides. He tugs his pants down far enough to free his aching dick, already hard and leaking with precum.

Holding your panties between his fist and his thick girth he begins to move his hand along his length, the soft fabric creating subtle friction that has him inhaling sharply, arousal springing forward full-force, as the sensation was almost too much.

He rolls his palm with the lacey trophy over his swollen head, letting out broken groans while cupping his heavy balls, drawing a shudder from his already tensed body.

Resting his head back against the bed, half-lidded eyes almost shut with pleasure he starts fisting himself with more wanton, fucking his hips up into your panties, desperate to come.

And when he finally does, he can't stop the waves of pleasure washing through him in harsh pulses, hips stuttering as his orgasm crashes down on him.

Thick, white ropes of cum ooze from his cock as he continues to fuck himself through his release, dribbling down your pretty panties and his hand, landing on his abdomen, coating it in his slick essence.

Halfway through meetings with Shigaraki concerning strategic planning, he would take out your panties and let the soft lace glide over his fingers. Holding them up to his perfect nose he inhales your sweet, musky scent deeply, leaving Shigaraki stuttering, crimson eyes darting between the panties in Dabi's hands and the floor, cheeks starting to flush with a rosy hint from the implication of what he was witnessing.

Dabi would call you over and have you take a seat on his lap, positioning your legs over his thighs. He'll spread yours to get better access to your sensitive nub, sliding his fingers over it before dipping down and penetrating your dripping hole, smirking as he growls into your ear "So wet for me already? Let's stuff your needy hole then—"

And with a few adjustments he frees his erection, hard and angry, glistening with precum, lifting you by your hips only to slam you down on his fat cock, leaving you helplessly impaled on him.

Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth suppressing a scream as you are split open, eyes hazy when you look back at him over your shoulders. Shigaraki pauses, staring at you, tongue snaking out to lick his cracked dry lips, lust mixing with annoyance in his red orbs. As Dabi leans forward, his teeth grazing the rim of your ear, the low rasp of his voice sends shivers down your spine, "And don't you dare move, just keep my dick warm and wet until the dumb meeting's over", feeling your essence already dripping down his balls.

Dabi would make you take your panties off immediately when you're with him, regardless of where. A cocky smirk on his face, he'd take them before bending you over the next surface, freeing his hard cock, taking its length in his fist, giving it a few pumps before aligning its tip at your already soaked folds before burying his dick inside of you, cooing what a needy pussy you have, always ready for him.

Of course, he'd do that right at the lounge, with the other League of Villain members present, protests being hushed by the urge to watch, as Dabi starts pounding into you, getting off on seeing you blissed out on his thick length. Your fingers tightly gripping the counter of the bar, squelching sounds and your soft, embarrassed moans echoing through the now quiet lounge, only to be accompanied by the sound of pants being undone as the other men frantically try to free their erection to please their own needy desire while watching you both.

His turquoise eyes focus on you with a smirk playing on his lips, spitting out absolute filth to you, “Enjoy giving a show, huh?"

Stopping just to pull out his length for all to see, glistening with your juices "'Course you are, dirty girl," the sound of his husky voice only adding to your insatiable sick desire for him.

In his room, he licks your panties as if they were your pussy, right in front of you, while you're whining and getting wetter, begging him to fuck you already.

So he comes up to you, lace undies held up to your face, asking "So, you really want them, is that it?" Before crumbling them into a ball, grabbing your jaw with his free hand, squeezing until your mouth falls open only to stuff it with them.

"T'is so you won't get too fuckin noisy." He snarls before ripping your clothes off and pushing you onto his bed. Then he starts fucking you into the mattress stopping every so often to admire the way you sputter and choke around the delicate lace filling your mouth, tears staining your lash line, "Aw, baby has to cry?"

Then he continues, holding your hips in place while he pounds into you so hard it makes your back arch, whimpering at his intrusion, brows knitting with overwhelming pleasure every time he sheaths himself balls deep into you.

After cumming and filling you to the brim, he gives you momentary relief by pulling out the panties from your mouth, a glistening string of saliva spreading as he does so. With a mischievous spark in his eyes, you squeak out in surprise as he stuffs the panties in your cunt without warning, not wanting any of his cum to go to waste.

And don't you dare move or take them out, you'll have to stay like that until he's ready for the next round.

Uncomfortably squirming on his bed, you reach out down between your thighs while he's not looking, trying to relieve yourself from the uncomfortable feeling, attempting to remove them. He's on you within the blink of an eye, his calloused hand grabbing your jaw, the fingers sinking deep into the plush of your cheeks, jerking your gaze towards him, meeting his eyes.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare," he growls, your attempted retaliation having him already hard again and he goes about fucking you with your panties still inside, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously while casting a wicked grin down at you.

And afterward, he will be using those messy, cummy lace panties to make you shut up again, stuffing them back between your plush lips until he's hard and ready for you again.

mlist

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Omg are we getting Naoya content??? Question, how possessive do you think he is? I feel like he uses facefucking as a punishment but I want your take on him

Naoya Zenin HC's

-- How He Likes to Punish Reader

Thank you nonnie for your big brain! I am very tempted to start writing for Naoya....so I guess we are getting some content w him!!

TW: dark content, noncon/dubcon, possessive behavior, sexual content, facefucking,

I feel like Naoya is the very embodiment of possessiveness, and a lot of this possessive nature stems from his ideas of masculinity and ownership. essentially, I think Naoya truly does believe that he owns you. so if you smile at the baker or are too friendly with the lost tourist asking for directions...it's your funeral.

BUT I feel like the most delicious punishments would happen when he overhears the other sorcerers talking about you, or he can detect their attraction. your fault for being so damn appealing.

facefucking WOULD BE RIGHT UP HIS ALLY. like he doesn't even let you bob your head up or down, he's just using your mouth like a fleshlight. he doesn't let you go at your own pace, instead, he's grabbing the back of your head and degrading you for getting on your knees like a filthy slut (like he didn't force you on your knees in the first place). Omg, I also feel like he'll literally spit on your face as he's thrusting in and out of your poor mouth. And you'll be closing one of your eyes, feeling the wet saliva clump on your eyelashes. And he'll laugh and laugh because he thinks it matches the drool that's collecting on your chin. You look like an absolute mess, and he's going to make sure you're deepthroating every inch. he's trained your mouth, trained your gag reflex, you know what to do.

spanking. Naoya has a soft spot for old-school punishments and he loves spanking you. it's particularly infantilizing for you because he'll pull you over his knees, and talk in this sugar-and-honey coated voice when his speech is literally dripping with venom. he's mocking and condescending, telling you to count every strike, and if you don't count, he'll start from the top. and his slaps are fucking brutal. like the surface of whatever you're on shakes, and he has to hold you so you don't bounce off his lap. your ass jiggles from the impact and he likes to draw this punishment out by sometimes just stroking the red and welted flesh, making you anticipate the next big slap. you have such an adorable ass, he can't help squeezing it roughly every chance he gets. maybe he'll even dip his fingers to your core, stroking and teasing, and then absolutely berate you for getting off to this. the last 10 strikes of the spanking are always SO PAINFUL, you literally can't sit. and it's after the spanking session does he fuck you so you absolutely just can not walk as your legs shake and your ass is on fire. and he loves just carrying you around because your own legs are too pathetic to withstand some fucking.

do you know what else that'll make you not walk that he loves? overstimulation. he has a weird relationship with toys because he used to feel like he'd be less of a man if his property was letting anything penetrate her beside his cock, but he's come around. he just loves seeing your holes STUFFED. filled to the brim. at maximum capacity. loves your needly little cries. loves how you're literally holding onto him out of your own accord because you're desperately seeking some refuge as he fiddles with the settings, making it higher and higher. naoya mocks you for squirting so much, and that if it really was that bad, you wouldn't be cumming this much. you're so incredibly sensitive, that when he takes everything out (all devices soaked by your juices) to only put himself in, you're seeing stars even before you realize what's happening. on the other side of the coin, he loves edging you for many of the same reasons. just as you're about to feel the rush of bliss, he knows exactly when to deny you. you're much more vocal when you're high and dry, and naoya can't help but get kind of rough. choking you as he's slamming into you because he can. your insides are sopping wet, and they're desperately craving his lovely lithe fingers but he's too busy marking your neck and pinching your nipples between his teeth.

[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: heyyy! so like i LOVED the haikyuu x thick black gf, do you think you could do it for the generations of miracles too? if that’s a lot maybe just akashi because i love that man

A/N: Here it is, anon! And I did all of them for you, so I hope you like it! (and yes it is 2 am)

Word Count: 2.5k

Haikyuu!! version here and here!

》Poor baby would be overwhelmed

》He wouldn't know what to do lmfao, and he probably be a stuttering mess when he first meets you

》He's probably nervous to touch you at first because he doesn't really know where to start and because there's so much of you

》But once he gets comfortable enough, he always wants you on top of him or on him in some way shape or form

》He always denies you when you think you might crush him because he really loves the weight of you on him, and he probably prefers to be the little spoon

》I feel like he's not big on getting head, but when you do, he feels like his life has changed

》It feels so good, he doesn't know what to do or where to go lmfao, so he just ends up squirming a ton, the moans he's making completely out of his control

》His body definitely feels like jelly when he cums, and he probably won't move for a while lmfao

》Now when he goes down on you? He was mesmerized by how much slick you had produced and all you guys had done was made out

》He'll just lay there between your legs, gripping your thighs tightly when you squirm under his gaze, but he can't help but watch

》He'll play with your nipples, run his fingers just shy of touching you where you want him just to see if you'll get even wetter

》And when he finally tastes you, he wonders why he wasn't doing this sooner, and you don't think you've seen him move with such enthusiasm off the court before

》He's moaning into your folds, his hands digging into your thighs as he eats you out with more fervor

》In that moment in time, he was content with staying in between your legs for the rest of his life

》But then you finally slept together, and he really thought that the air had been snatched from his lungs

》He can barely last long when he slides in, and he doesn't even move when he bottoms out lmfao, he just rests his face in your neck

》His hands are just scrambling and grabbing all over your body as he tries to stop himself from cumming and he hasn't even moved yet

》He obviously doesn't last long 💀 but he makes sure he cums, and the moment he slides out, he's out like a light lmfao

》And he definitely goes and buys you a ring the next day

》Fangirls, who? Mans forgets them the moment his eyes land on you

》Like seriously, he literally ignores them and only talks to you, walking right past them, and he probably doesn't realize that they're standing there

》Your boobs are definitely his favorite part of you, he'll lay on them, touch them, squeeze them, doesn't matter, his hands are always on them

》He's eccentric in public, but the moment you go down on him, he's nothing but a stuttering mess, moans and whimpers the only thing coming from him

》It literally takes everything in him to not buck up into your mouth, which feels like heaven,

》Puts a hand on your head to try and ground himself because he definitely feels like he's floating

》When he cums, the world seems to just disappear, and you have to rub over his face to make sure he's okay because he hasn't moved in a while

》And after you've made him feel spineless, it's only right for him to return the favor of course

》Once he starts though, he doesn't really plan on stopping and he never does it to just return the favor

》His eyes widen when he realizes how soaked you are when he brushes his fingers over your folds, his ministrations soaking his hand and wrist

》You're producing so much that he can't let it go to waste, so he's sliding in between your legs, and he freezes in shock for a second before attaching his mouth to your folds

》He definitely wants to stay there for the rest of his life, practically drowning in your slick, not really caring if it kills him

》Coaxes you to orgasm quickly just so he can taste more of you, that becoming his only priority

》And he makes sure to catch every last drop, the last thing he wants to do is waste it

》And when he's finally inside you, he tries to chuckle, thinking that there's no way you can feel this good, but it's cut off with a garbled moan

》You really do feel this good, your cunt hot and wet, sucking him back in every time he pulls out

》He feels a shudder run up his spine, his body practically shaking with euphoria as he can't focus on anything else but you

》His eyes roll when you clamp around him, and his orgasm comes out of nowhere, his body going rigid

》He can barely catch himself, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to calm his heartbeat down. "So, you wanna get married tomorrow?"

》Please, this man would have such a hard time making basic conversation lol

》He has a hard time trying to focus on talking to you because he keeps focusing on your body

》Definitely just freezes in place whenever you wear shorts or anything that shows off your thighs

》You're pretty sure you saw his nose bleeding one time, and he brushed you off when you asked, his face as red as a tomato

》He's like Kuroko, hesitantly touching you because he doesn't know what to do because you're so thick

》Once he gets comfortable and over that completely flustered phase, his hands are continuously on your thighs

》You find him squeezing them softly or laying on them, totally mesmerized by how soft they are

》When you offer to go down on him, he's quick to say that you don't have to, but you insist that you want to do it

》Needless to say, he never tries to convince you otherwise again

》The blush on his face spreads down to his chest, sweat coating his forehead as he has trouble controlling the noises he's making

》And the pleasure is so great that he actually goes silent, the only indication that he's cum is when you feel him shoot down your throat

》You actually have to check on him, and you chuckle softly as you fix his glasses, his breathing ragged

》I feel like he's one of the guys who's never really understood the appeal of going down on somebody, but he's not opposed to it

》And his opinion changes when he finally sees how soaked you get from just a tiny amount of foreplay and when your slick lands on his tongue

》You've actually never seen him put more emotion into something, and he's actually urging you to squeeze his head with your thighs, pushing them together as his fingers dig into them

》You actually have to pull him away from you when you cum, the only thing he's focused on is tasting you

》He really doesn't think you could get any better, but then he feels your walls around him, and he feels his heart skip multiple times

》He really doesn't know what to focus on, and he actually forgets to move, and you have to jolt him out of the trance you put him in

》Even after that, it's like his brain has stopped working lmfao, literally the only thing running through his mind is how warm and tight your walls are

》He groans when he sees your slick all over him, and he hits that spot inside of you, making you clench around him and that's what sends him over the edge

》And he didn't even realize he was that close 💀 "Marriage sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?"

》Ooh boy, this man, literally jaw drops open, hits the floor, and then he's quickly running over to you, trying to flirt with you to the max

》He's actually pretty surprised that he managed to get you, but he's definitely showing you off, making sure everyone knows that you're his

》He loves your ass, literally the only thing he'll pay attention to

》So, if you're back is towards him, you can totally forget about him following the conversation

》Expect him to smack your ass randomly, like outta nowhere

》He'll be the pettiest boyfriend in the world saying shit like "I'll do it if you suck my dick" stupid shit like that 🙄✋🏽

》So, then you do...you suck the soul of out him and this man literally buys you whatever you want

》He can't help but cant his hips, thrusting into your mouth, but it doesn't last long because he's cumming after a couple of thrusts, a deep groan coming out of his throat

》While you're making out, he teases your folds with his fingers, but he stops kissing you when he realizes how wet you are

》His attention is quickly shifted to your cunt, as he slides down your body, pushing your legs to your chest before eating you out like his last meal

》He loses himself in your taste, your juices coating the lower half of his face and dripping down his chin

》You whine from the overstimulation when you cum, and he pulls away but once you recover, his mouth is right back on you

》And he'll either be there or fucking you into the mattress, holding your legs in the same position

》His eyes are rolling in the back of his head, trying to hold back as he fucks into you, a white ring appearing at the base of his dick

》How much slick you produce always amazes him, no matter what he does, and it's all he pays attention to as he fucks you

》He cums way too early for his liking, surprising himself

》But at the same time, it's not like he could really control it with how good you feel around him

》He fucking you through his high, bringing you to yours, and then he's pulling out of you, resting back on his haunches

》"Looks like I'm gonna have to marry you."

》This man tries to act like he's not floored by your body, but he absolutely is

》His eyes are always running over your body whenever you're not looking his way

》Your thighs and your ass are his favorite parts; picks you up so that he can feel them around his waist, his hands splayed on your ass

》Is always laying on your thighs, literally does anything while he's in between them

》When you give him head the first time, he's pretty patient because come on now, my mans is packing

》But he jumps slightly in surprise when you fully take him down your throat, digging his nails into his palm when he sees himself in your throat

》He's literally sinking into whatever furniture he's sitting/laying on because he's never been with someone that could actually take all of him before

》He doesn't really know how to react because he's never felt pleasure like this before

》Got this man's legs twitching lmfao

》He doesn't even move after he cums, just lays there, and there's no way you can move him so you just leave him there 💀

》Now, one thing you'll have to be ready for is when he eats you out

》The first time he gets his mouth on you? His snacks are being thrown out the window

》You're his snack now, and he literally will push your legs up and out of his way, and there's literally nothing you can do to stop him

》He gives overstimulation a new meaning when you meet him, and he doesn't let you go until he's gotten his fill

》He's eating you out more so for his pleasure than yours. Period.

》This man is still lazy though, and he makes you do all the work, so he'll just lay back and let you do all the work as you sink down on him

》But then he feels your walls pulsing around him, and his hands are twitching as he tries to control himself

》The only thing he can do is rest his hands on your hips as you ride him, and he really can't do anything else even if he wanted to

》He starts fucking up into you once he starts reaching his climax, a deep "fuck" leaving him as he shoots into you, and you're not too far behind

》"It's not that big of a deal, but you wanna get married?" (It is that big of a deal 🙄✋🏽)

》He tries to seem cool, calm, collected when he first meets you

》He's not like Atsushi, who tries to pretend like he's not amazed by your body

》He's just trying to play off how you affect him

》I feel like he doesn't have a favorite body part of yours, wanting to show love to every part

》His hands run over every single inch, literally no part of you goes untouched by him

》Like Midorima, he's not really all about receiving head, but that confident persona is gone once you go down on him

》He's never been the one to become speechless, but you literally render him just that, his brain completely blurred, the only thing he can think about is how amazing your mouth is

》He starts to back away from you a little bit lmao because of how good he feels, the pleasure building up in his spine quickly

》He squirms a ton when he cums, and that's all he can do lol, and he doesn't deny you in the future if you want to go down on him

》He wants to pleasure you too, so he'll easily go down on you, but he chuckles in disbelief when he sees your glistening folds

》And he's amazed by how it seems like your arousal is endless, the juices coating his tongue and his face

》Moves his hands out of the way so that he can feel your legs squeezing his head like Midorima

》He eats you out with so much energy, smiling against you when you fall apart, living for the feeling of your legs twitching against his ears from overstimulation

》The first time you sleep together, his plans to take it slow are quickly forgotten

》Your walls seem to swallow him quickly, practically sucking him in, and he groans in surprise

》He wants to move, but if he does, he knows he'll cum in record time, but even the warmth and pulse of your walls is nearly enough to send him over the edge

》He just tries to aim for your g-spot just in case he cums way before you are able to, but that only sends him higher because your walls are clamping around him

》He knows he's not gonna last long, and he'll make it up to you later, but at that moment, he picks up the speed of his hips, his eyes slipping shut

》He has to brace himself when he cums, his hands on either side of your hands, his lungs feeling like they can't get enough air

》"Doesn't marriage sound like an amazing idea to you?"

Tags: @that-chick212

[writteninkat]

Gluttony | Shoto x reader

summary: Shoto licks the icing from your hardened nipple, biting on it as he looks up at you with his mismatched eyes. His birthday cake this year is something he'll definitely never forget.

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word count: 1.4k

warnings: food play, oral (f!receiving)

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"I don't know what to get him!" You whine, throwing your head back and landing it on one of Momo's soft pillows as she carefully wraps the gift she bought for your boyfriend.

"That man was born with everything expensive, okay? Whatever he wants, he can get. His father is the number one pro hero for god's sake!" You continue your whining and given that it's been a whole hour since this topic was brought up, Momo never showed any signs of annoyance.

"Just give him something he'll never forget. Something intimate like..."

"-sex?" You cut her off, raising a brow at the sight of the blush across her face. "We have sex all the time, it won't be that special anymore..." You pout, crossing your arms across your chest.

Momo moves over to you, pulling you by the arm to help you to sit up. She takes a slice of cake, bringing the fork to your mouth. "What I'm saying is... why don't you become his birthday cake?"

Your heart pounds against your chest heavily, butterflies going insane in your stomach and your palms growing sweaty. Any minute now, Shoto was going to walk through your front door, and the first thing he'd see when he came home is you on the kitchen island, legs sprawled wide open with vanilla icing scattered all over your naked body. Strawberries are littered every where as well and a pretty red bow rests on your chest.

For a moment, you think this is a bad idea and begin to get up, only for the front door to get pushed open, a tired pro hero Shoto Todoroki walking in your shared apartment.

He's loosening his tie, eyes shut open and stress evident on his face. "I'm home! Today was such a tiring day-" He finally looks up, his mismatched eyes widening at the sight of your lewd position on the kitchen counter. He's completely frozen, waiting for a few minutes to check if what he was seeing was a result of overwork or if it was reality.

"H-Happy birthday, Shoto..." You greet shyly, feeling your face heat up as you look away, eyes trained anywhere in the house but at him. Shoto softly kicks the door closed, swallowing a big lump in his throat before taking a few steps towards you.

He drops whatever he's bringing; his coat, his phone and his sling bag. He takes slow steps towards you, stopping once he's right infront of the counter. He places both his hands on the cold marble, taking a deep breath as he grips on them so tightly, the veins on the backs of his palms and his forearms are getting prominent.

The sight has your cunt clenching around the cream and your lip in between your teeth. Shoto's gaze catches this action, making him raise a brow. "What's this?" He asks, voice low and careful.

You look to your side, too embarrassed to look at him. "W-well, you already have everything, it's your birthday and you're tired for work..." You answer bashfully, hand slowly sliding down your cream-covered cunt, fingers soaking themselves with the thick cream as they play with your folds. "...so I thought maybe you'd be hungry."

When you look up at him with those shy eyes, his eyes turn a shade darker and his hands find themselves wrapped around each of your ankles. He lowers his head in between your legs, eyes never leaving yours.

You feel his tongue lick your folds once, twice, thrice- you look down at him with scrunched-up brows and your teeth digging into your lip, watching as he laps up the cream all over your cunt. His tongue feels so hot, so wet and so slippery against your folds, one wrong move and your husband could be fucking you with his tongue and you'd be coming all over his mouth.

That son of a bitch did exactly just that. He pushes his tongue in between your folds, lips pressing against them as he fucks you with his tongue. He sucks on your clit as his tongue explores your wet cavern, your fingers finding their way theough his mismatched hair, tugging on it as you feel yourself brushing up on your orgasm.

You look down at him once more, heart dropping at the sight of his eyes still glued to you. The fact that he's been watching you; your expressions, your reactions, your movements all this time has you reaching your high unexpectedly quickly.

Your walls clench around his tongue as he sucks on your cunt, lapping up and taking your slick in his mouth as you ride out your shaking orgasm.

Shoto pushes himself off the counter, his chin and mouth glistening in slick as he climbs on the counter with you. "I don't think I'll ever forget about this birthday cake." He mutters, pressing his lips on yours and making you taste yourself on his tongue.

"I'm glad. I worked hard on this." You answer through the kiss, feeling him chuckle. "Since you worked so hard on this, I'll make sure to finish every single bite." He lowers himself once more, hot breath fanning over your nipple-covered strawberry and cream. "Itadakimasu."

Shoto takes the strawberry in his mouth, chewing on it as he licks off a bit of cream as well. He begins swerving his tongue all over your breast as the other busies itself with lathering the soft cream all over your breast, playing with it. Shoto sucks on your hardened bud, making your hands fly on his head, once more combing your fingers through his hair.

Shoto licks the icing from your hardened nipple, biting on it as he looks up at you with his mismatched eyes. His birthday cake this year is something he'll definitely never forget.

Once he finishes with your left breast, he turns to the other one, sloppily cleaning the white cream and red strawberries all over it. He looks up at you as he brings his cream-covered fingers to his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue before shoving thme inside your mouth.

You feel his fingertips touch the back of your throat, causing tears to form around your eyes. You suck on his fingers passionately, your eyes crossing as you look down at the hand you're sucking on.

The expression you have right now has Shoto's pants tightening around his hips. He takes his fingers out, a string of saliva connecting his fingers to your mouth. You hear his buckle rustling before feeling his fingers teasingly press against the line of your cunt before pushibg themselves inside. Shoto's slender fingers easily slip their way inside your greedy cunt, he presses his lips on yours as his free hand busies itself with your breast, pinching and tugging on your hardened bud.

The both of your tongues glide and slip against each other, fighting for dominance as Shoto's fingers stretch you open, preparing you for his length. "I love you so much baby." He breathes into your lips, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You look at him with glassy eyes, a small smile on your lips. "I love you too, Sho-" Shoto immediately thrusts inside you, your eyes widening and toe curling at the sudden feeling. "A-Ah! Oh God!" You moan loudly, spit dripping down the side of your mouth at the feeling of your husband's dick exiting and entering your hole.

Shoto takes both of your hands, pressing them together above your head as he holds onto your thigh, hooking your leg around his hip. He pounds into you, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched at the pleasure of your greedy hole slowly tightening around him with every thrust.

"I'm gonna cum," You pant, "I'm gonna cum, Shoto." You whine, felling yourself already at the edge. Shoto continues to thrust inside you, just grunts and soft moans slipping out of his lips.

"You're such a good girl, waiting for me to cum." Shoto praises, pressing his lips on yours. "Alright then, cum for me." At his permission, your back arches and both of your legs hook themselves around his hips, pulling him closer. Shoto moans loudly, closing his eyes tightly as he cums, your walls milking him as he does so.

The two of you stay in that position for a moment, breathing ragged and body sticky of spit and cream. "Well... Happy birthday to me..." Shoto singsongs, making you chuckle.

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[uchihashisuii]

okok obito with a spit kink 👀👀👀

y e s you're absolutely right

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content warning for spit kink + a wee bit of dirty talk and dacryphilia

nsfw ahead ~

requests are open!

obito watches with rapt attention, eye spinning red to capture the moment

he just thinks you're so damn beautiful with his cock down your throat

when you spit on the head of his dick, letting it roll down his shaft and use it as lube as you pump him. he just can't hold back, watching your face and hands get drenched

it's difficult for him to be gentle, sometimes. the hand in your hair is fisted tight enough your scalp stings. he's letting you take the lead, for now

his lips are parted, breath panting at the sight of your drool bubbling from the corners of your mouth and dripping down his cock

he'll thrust against the back of your throat, knowing your body will react with more saliva to coat his soaked cock.

he eagerly watches the way tears spring in your eyes when it makes you choke

when he has you on your back, about to taste your pretty cunt, he groans at the sight of you already wet and glistening for him. but it isn't quite enough

his palm slaps against your slit, making you cry out. "knees bent," he says, "and heels to your ass."

you obey, because you know what happens when you don't

you're spread wide open for him, his fingers swirling over your tight hole. he spreads your wetness up and down your slit, and just when your thighs start to shake, when you're ready to beg for him to eat you out -

he spits right on your clit. he watches it glide down your pussy, catching on your hole, and down the cleft of your ass

his moan his dripping in sin, almost as much as you are

he smears it over your clit, the friction from his fingers mixing with your mingled fluids making you arch and gasp

when he finally, finally, brings his mouth to your swollen clit, he makes it messy. drooling everywhere, fingers sunk deep into your heat. the sounds your body makes from how soaked you are make you blush, but obito can't get enough

when he drags himself up your body and impales you on his cock, he holds your face between his thumb and fingers. staring right into your eyes, he squeezes until your mouth drops open

he pauses, waits until you say the words. "please spit in my mouth," you whisper, sticking out your tongue

his ego inflates

his spit drips from his mouth to yours, and his hand moves to squeeze the sides of your throat while you swallow

his smirk is downright wicked. "dirty little girl, aren't you?"

[bavrenilia]

tws & tags: overstimulation, fingering, mentioned exhibitionism, oral sex (f. recieving), slapping, squirting,/mentioned aftercare/.

you're always, always so pretty.

his human.

his pretty, little, innocent human.

mammon loves you and adores you with his whole heart, how can he not when you're so pliant under his rough hands and asking for him to stopー your attempts of making him stop have no effect on him as he keeps running his fingertips along the inside of your thighs. your body squirms, legs shake with every soft touch.

"you want me to stop?", he asks, his voice sounds so sweet and caring that you think he'll really let you go and come to your senses. he gives no time to you whenever he pushes his fingers inside you, always wanting to see your expressions. you look so pretty while furrowing your eyebrows, moaning softly and mumbling his name non-stop.

he's addicted.

he can't get enough no matter how much you give to him.

you nod, unable to part your lips to speak. the only thing coming from your mouth is your cries, your body feels like it's on fire; electricity running through your exhausted body as you try to push his strong hands away from your soaked panties.

he knows no end, determined to make you cum until he's satisfied with your messed up state.

mammon loves you and adores you with his whole heartー but he loves you even more when you're at his mercy, when you're helpless. you're crying, face flushed red, eyelashes wet because of your tears, lips parted as more and more sobs escape from the back of your throat. oh fuck, he loves it.

he's crazy about it.

he pushes your already soaked and uncomfortably slick panties to side, his cold fingers come in contact with your heat and wetness. you moan, a bit loudー he is quick to stuff his fingers in your mouth. it's late at night but he has to take precautions, right?

he pushes a finger in and oh god, it's not enough. even though your body is getting numb as a result of your previous orgasms you want more, you want him to fill you upー want him buried deep inside you. he moves his finger in and out slowly, almost painfully slow before adding the second finger; you cry and moan around his fingers again. at this point you're mess, body sore and face covered with sweat and tears.

"you wanna get caught?", he says teasingly but sounds sweet, like he's worried about getting caughtー you know that he's not. you know he'd love to fuck you, fill you to the brim right in front of his brothers just to show them who you belong to. just to prove that he's the only one, he'll be the only one who fucks you dumb.

"too bad we can't make that happen", he chuckles. "for now."

your mind screams at you to free yourself from his tight grip, your body feels like it's about to explode because of the overwhelming feeling.

he gets in a comfortable position in your messy bed, right in between your trembling thighs. you can feel his hot breath, his fingers moving faster than the previous tempo. and when mammon greedily adds his mouth, his tongue lazily finds its way you squeeze your thighsー trapping his head.

he's more than happy to get your cute reaction, eagerly works his tongue and fingers in sync as he's determined to rip off your who knows which orgasm from your poor body. pleasure comes hand in hand with pain, you feel like you physically can't cum anymore but at the same time your abdomen starts to tightenー warning you about your approaching release.

when his fingers hit the right spot you let out the biggest cryー even his fingers pushed in your mouth can't block your sweet voice. he hums, vibrations carrying you closer and closer. you feel weird, different from and other of your orgasms and you try to push mammon's head in panic. he pulls his hand back from your mouth only to wrap it around your waist to keep your shaking body steady.

"ah, fuckー fuck mammon, get away..", he breaks the contact with a loud 'pop' sound that makes you whimper, he raises his eyebrows slightly.

"aren't you gonna let me taste you?", he asks sweetly as his fingers keep moving faster than ever. the slick and wet sound causes your cheeks to redden even moreー like it's possible.

"it's..ah, f-fuck, fuck it's not thatー it feels, hah, it feels weird. i don't.. i don't know", your mind's too hazy to realize but mammon's darkened eyes glow with excitement, he playfully slaps your pussy earning a mind-blowing reaction from you.

your body shakes crazily, your back arches off the bed as you presses your thighs together. the sting that his hand left behind tingles, making you embarrassed. but what's more embarrassing is that he laughs softlyー laughs softly at your fucked up state. he leans in again and holds your thighs before pressing wet kisses to your clit, his free hand toying with your abused cunt.

something finally snaps in you as you cum, body spasming, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and mind going absolutely blank when you ride your high. you buck your hips up, grinding against his hot mouth until your body feel like a jellyー you're really unable to move.

"fuck, baby", you hear his voice and lift your head slightly only to find him dripping wet with your juices. your eyes widen in shock, way too embarrassed but you can't look away as well. the collar of his black t-shirt, his chin and his fingers glistening under the dim light. "if i knew that you could've done this, i'd push you over the edge way sooner."

you want to say something, maybe talk back to him, but it's impossible in your current state and you don't want to get a punishment right now. and mammon knows it, without saying anything he picks your shirt up from the ground and helps you to put it on before picking up your exhausted body to carry you.

"let's get you clean", his soft voice rings in your ears while you let your heavy eyelids close.

you know that mammon loves you,

but you're now sure that he loves to make a mess out of you even more.

[the-mad-starker]

I Don't Need To Know Your Name To Make You Scream Mine

Length: 13,663

2nd RP turned fic written with @starkerkeyz​ 😱 More smut, as promised 😏

Mads💗: this is the most flimsy excuse for sex and I feel like we were everywhere.. from playmating to Peter trying (not so hard) to be innocent. Oh! I'm also using this as a square for @starkerbingo​, yayy. This definitely fills the Slut square on my card.

Keyz 💖: Tony couldn’t keep it in his pants once he caught a scent of that cute little omega intern, what can I say ;) I'm using this as my 500 tumblr follower celebration fic! Thanks so much for the encouragement from such an awesome community!

Warnings: intersex, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, vaginal sex, dirty talk, slutty Peter, lingerie, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding, marking kink, omega/omega, manwhore Tony, possessive SIM, mentions of past Tony/Others

(Ao3 Link - includes Nff moodboard/images)

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It's god awful early, 6 AM to be exact but Peter wakes up that early for one reason.

It's his first day going into Stark Industries and there's no way in hell he's going to be late. The issue is… There's a chance he'll meet Mr. Stark so the previous night, he goes to sleep thinking about him… And the next morning, he wakes up still clinging to the remnants of a dream that's too much like the start of a porno scene.

He wakes up and oh, his body aches… Now he's glad it's early enough that he has some time to take care of himself.

Beneath the covers, he starts to rub against his pillow. He's on his side and he feels so good, mind a bit fuzzy from sleep and still imagining Mr. Stark purring in his ear… touching him…

He has to hold back soft whimpers just in case his aunt hears him but it doesn't stop him from slipping his fingers down between his legs. His cocklet is already stiff, peeking out from the lace panties he wore to bed. And even further south, his pussy is already throbbing, desperate to be touched or fucked… God, he wishes Mr. Stark could see him now…

It doesn't take long, it never does when he's thinking about Mr. Stark. He has to bite down on the corner of his pillow, hips twitching needily as he brings himself off with fingers thrusting inside and his cocklet rubbing against cotton.

It only takes a few minutes but he's worked himself up to a sweat. He lets himself bask in the glow for a few minutes before he rolls out of bed, limbs heavy and languid from the exertion. His outfit, previously chosen the night before, hangs on his closet door.

Peter slips into the cute but professional business skirt and buttons up the dress shirt. He almost walks out of his bedroom when he realizes he almost went in commando. At the last moment, he slips on cheeky light blue lace panties.

He thinks about Mr. Stark's blue eyes and shivers in excitement.

The commute to SI goes by in a blur and then he's there… Pepper Potts is waiting for him and all the other incoming interns and he's finally in. Finally one step closer to meeting the omega he's had a crush on since before he even had his first heat.

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Tony waits for one hour, as Pepper requested, and then steps onto the floor that the interns are having orientation on. 

He’s dressed in a well tailored business suit, professional and domineering, and the form fitting black dress pants hide his silky pink panties. Pepper had said to play nice today so he left the black sheer mesh pair and the blood red peek-a-boo set up in his penthouse. 

Every year he fucks at least three interns on orientation day.

“Go easy on them.” Pepper materializes beside him before he can even begin stalking the pretty scent of cherries through the cubicles and empty offices. 

He turns to her with a small smile and indulgent blue eyes. 

“I’ve already given you your hour.” With that, he heads off. 

The smell from before is so ripe. It makes him think of sinking his teeth into something sticky and juicy. 

As he walks, he allows his senses to spread out, to take in the other interns' scents and orientations. The one he’s going for is an omega but there are a few betas and two alphas. Maybe he’ll try breaking one of the alphas after he’s tasted whatever sticky parts this omega would beg Tony to get his mouth on.

When he spots the kid, he stops. He's standing outside of a normal person’s hearing and scent range but well within the scope of his extremis enhanced senses. He rakes his blue eyes over the lithe body and succulent ass, nanites whirring to life and recording it when the intern bends over and adjusts something on the front of his skirt. 

A heady feeling of heat and ripeness again hits his nose and fills his lungs with longing and arousal. 

This omega looks so sweet and innocent in his skirt and stockings. Tony wants to bend him over and taste that sticky honey scent from between his legs before fucking the sweetness right out of him. 

Peter's nervous on his first day but even he can't ignore the strange tingle of awareness he feels.

It's a familiar feeling and it often indicates when alphas are staring at him. It doesn't exactly set off his Spidey senses but it does make him feel a bit more aware.

He straightens, smoothing away non-existent lines on his skirt. He has a polite but distant smile on his face before turning to confront whoever it is.

When he sees who it is, he freezes. There's no mistaking Mr. Stark for anyone else and Peter almost takes a step back.

He picks up the older omega's scent and it's the first time he's ever smelled anything so alluring. It makes his knees feel weak and he regrets wearing heels today because it only makes him feel unsteady on his feet.

His thighs tense as he presses them together. Peter's never reacted like this with anyone, not even with an alpha. His face feels warm, a soft red flush working its way across his cheeks and down his neck. 

He's getting wet… He hasn't even met Mr. Stark, just gotten a hint of his scent and he's already getting aroused...

Some of the surrounding employees notice, looking up from their desks and discretely sniffing the air. That's what makes Peter take action.

He lowers his eyes but hurries towards the omega bathrooms. He needs some cold water or something to get rid of his inappropriate reaction. 

If Mr. Stark knew how terribly aroused he is just from one whiff of his scent, who knows what the other omega would do… Make fun of him…? Fire him? 

He heads towards the doors, hoping the older omega doesn't catch his scent.

Tony smirks at the reaction. He’s used to people sensing his eyes on them eventually, humans still have that prey instinct inside all of them, but the blushing and fumbling and quick exit is always a treat. 

Would the boy stutter and stammer, too? Would he question it, so sweetly, when Tony slips his hand over his mating gland? Push his legs together and wonder why he's getting so hot down there from another omega?

Would he ask what Tony's doing, while blushing all down his neck when Tony slides his hand up his skirt?

Tony follows after the other omega. 

When he smells the aroused omega pheromones and beginning of slick, his dick starts stirring. His pussy has already been hot since he looked through the photos of all his interns for this year. He’s got some beautiful candidates and one of them smells mouth watering when they’re horny. 

He gets to the bathrooms and makes the decision to give them some alone time. He logs into his security AI with a blink and makes sure all prying eyes will be diverted to the other bathrooms on the opposite side of the floor. Pepper will know it’s him; this won’t even be the first time he’s fucked an intern in this very bathroom.

Her hour is up and he doesn’t care. 

This omega is going to learn the taste of his slick and the feel of his cock at the back of their throat by the end of this little meeting they’re about to have.

Inside the bathroom, Peter immediately heads into one of the stalls. He pushes his skirt up and God, he's dripping. His panties are soaked but instead of grimacing, Peter just feels even more turned on.

It's almost noon… Would anyone notice if he took some time in the bathroom? There's an itch beneath his skin and Mr. Stark is to blame…

Peter can't go back out there smelling like pent up sexual frustration… And here he thought that getting off once this morning would've curbed his appetite.

He bites down on his bottom lip, remembering how Mr. Stark had looked. So smart and just sexy as fuck standing there… And his scent…

The omega presses a palm against his cocklet, shifting his weight from foot to foot just to feel his thighs rub together.

He'll do it fast… No one would even notice he was gone. He leans against the stall wall, breath turning shallow as he pushes his hand into his pantyhose and underwear… Slips a single finger between his wet pussylips and stifles the soft moan he wants to let out.

Tony opens the door and is hit with the intense smell of aroused omega slick. His brain translates the scent into that ripe cherry smell from earlier and he can't help grinning to himself. 

"Are you alright in there?" He calls out over the noise of the door locking behind him. There's only one stall with the door shut. He leans against the sinks in front of it.

Peter has two fingers in, knuckles deep, when he hears that familiar voice. It's only familiar because he's watched every single footage of Tony Stark that's ever been recorded and even some that aren't exactly meant for public consumption.

He freezes, heart racing in his chest and tries to slowly, quietly, extract his fingers. The wet sounds they make slipping from his pussy sounds so loud to his ears. He can only hope that the other omega doesn't realize what he's interrupting.

Through the crack in the door, Tony can see the shape of a shoulder and dark, businesslike fabric. He hears something sticky and wet and  traces his eyes downward. He spots that skirt from before, shifting into place almost guiltily. 

Even better. 

"My name is Tony Stark." Like the kid doesn't already know. 

He likes playing dumb and kindhearted to the interns who don't know him. He kind of loves the starstruck reaction he gets from the fannish ones when he introduces himself. 

He imagines this omega having the same reaction and can feel the blue of his nanites flaring. Then he imagines getting his hands under that skirt and curls his fingers in anticipation. He can't wait to get a taste from the source. 

"Do you need some help?"

Peter has a mini panic attack right there. Of course, he knows it's Stark but– Why did he have to walk into this particular bathroom? Amidst all that, he does feel pleased that he's getting attention from the older man… Even if it's the kind that would humiliate him if Stark finds out how much he looks up to him.

"I'm fine!" He replies hastily, "Just needed a minute… I'm, ah, one of the new interns… Just nervous…"

Peter pauses, hoping his boss is just being nice and now that he's done his duty, he'll leave.

"I'll be out in a minute," he says to reassure the other omega. "Don't mind me, please, sir."

Another pause. He doesn't even move since he's straining his ears to hear what Stark does.

Tony perks up from the fresh wave of scent that comes from behind the door. Now he knows the primary gender of his intended omega conquest. He was going to bend this omega over and wreck their pussy regardless if they had a dick or a clit to pair with, but it’s nice to imagine the cocklet he’s going to be stroking soon.  

He crosses his ankles and his arms, amusement coloring his expression. Only concern makes it into his voice when he speaks. 

"I'll wait for you. It's no trouble and I like to get to know my interns." Tony wishes Pepper were here so she could smack his shoulder with exasperation for that one. Pepper is the only one willing to call him out on his shit anymore. 

Peter doesn't know what to say to that. Maybe if it's just another intern or something, he would've told them to mind their own business, but this is Tony Stark.

He doesn't want to risk offending the older man in some way… Peter just hopes that even if Stark can tell he's a bit off, he won't be obnoxious.

"O-Okay," Peter finally relents, steeling his nerves as he prepares to leave the stall.

He grabs some tissues and wipes the slick off his fingers. Tosses it into the toilet and quickly tries to make himself presentable.

Tony looks down at the swaying fabric of the other omega's skirt and imagines pushing him over the sink at Tony's back. He could flip that skirt up and expose whatever underwear the little minx is wearing beneath. He could pull it to the side and stuff two fingers inside instead. 

He could make the omega moan his name just as sweet and flustered as he called him 'sir'.

The toilet flushes and then the stall door cracks open.

Peter slips out of the stall, pressed against the door with his eyes looking away demurely. When he glances up, he sees that his boss is right there, directly in front of him.

"Mr. Stark," Peter murmurs respectfully. "I'd, ah, offer to shake your hand but…"

The reason is left unsaid but Peter then heads to the sink next to the watching omega. He wants to put more distance between them but his avoidance is too obvious with that… So, he pretends like nothing's wrong.

Don't look, don't look, don't look…

Peter dares to glance at the other omega and his face feels warm again.

Tony has to avoid the urge to eat him up right then and there. The way the omega blushes and can’t seem to look him in the eye, combined with the smell of his arousal floating between them, makes Tony want to shred the skirt to pieces. He’d make him walk around SI with his juicy pussy on display.

He puts all those thoughts away and turns his body to crowd up close to the kid, schooling himself into the persona of a caring mentor.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Tony’s hand comes to rest on the omega’s lower back, just above the hemline to the skirt. If he pushes, he could pin the other omega down into a presentation right here. 

Peter's eyes dart to Tony's. Wide honey brown and soft pink lips tremble at the touch.

“I promise Pepper doesn’t bite.” Tony smiles like he’s told a funny joke. His thumb rubs, friendly and soothing, hiking the shirt up in the process. He acts like it’s all perfectly normal and sets his thumb on the newly exposed skin. 

"Mr. Stark…" Peter breathes. 

Just that single touch has his body heating up. Warmth spreads from where the older omega is touching him and Peter just knows how obvious he is. He knows Stark knows too… The way the older man looks at him, as though Peter's something to be devoured, gives it all away.

Peter's scent is telling Mr. Stark everything.

"I don't think it's Ms. Potts I should be worried about," Peter says in a whisper, more to himself than to the older man.

He tries to step back, to retreat, because he's one second away from just advancing and pressing himself against his boss. One second away from giving away that he'd let the older man do anything to him…

"T-Thank you for your concern, sir," he ducks his head, "I should get back– I'm supposed to find… to find…"

There's a senior employee he should be shadowing on his first day and he knows the name. But with Stark's scent tripping up his mind, that name eludes him now.

Tony doesn’t pull his hand away from the brunette’s back when he tries to make his escape. Instead, Tony brings his free hand up and cups the boy’s chin. He pulls him up firmly; it hardly takes any prompting before he’s moving along with Tony’s wishes, anyway. 

Such an obedient omega.

“Don’t worry about them. I’m going to be your mentor at Stark Industries, now.” Tony leans above the shorter omega, loving the way the kid melts into his space instead of pulling back. “You’ll report to me for the duration of your internship with my company, or Pepper if I’m not available.”

Tony’s pinky finger dips teasingly below the hem of the skirt at the same time his thumb rubs a circle into bare skin. Peter's breath hitches in response and he sways forward, wide eyes blinking slowly. A bit starstruck.

"If you, ah… If you think that's best," Peter murmurs. 

He doesn't know what to do with his hands… But one, he places hesitatingly on the other omega's arm, a featherlight touch.

"I'd be honored to work under you, sir," Peter says truthfully, breathlessly. 

He can't look away… Mr. Stark is so close and doesn't seem too bothered by their proximity. He's even the one initiating it.

Tony's grip on the kid’s chin is firm but nowhere near hard. 

“Just look at you.” Tony locks his blue enhanced gaze onto soft brown and sees the heat and the longing he’d hoped to find. His lips curl up at the edges, showing teeth. “What were you doing before I got in here?”

"I…" Peter bites his lip. His face burns because he was touching himself, trying to get off so he'd stop smelling like an omega in heat, ready to be fucked. "I was just trying to calm down a little bit…"

They're so close… Peter could just lean forward and he'd be able to kiss the other omega. He wants to so badly but… but…

His grip tightens on Stark's arm.

"Mr. Stark… What are you doing…?" He questions boldly. 

His voice still has that breathless quality to it. That and a hint of pleading, as though Peter wants whatever this is to happen but worries it might be in his head. 

Tony’s cocklet hardens beneath soft panties and hidden lace. He wants, simultaneously, to keep stringing this pretty little thing along with the kind and caring act; but also to spin him around and bend him over for Tony to plow into right then and there. 

He looks so soft. He smells so ripe.

His; all for the taking.

“I’m just taking care of you. Omega to omega.”

Peter wants to protest. He can take care of himself but the words don't leave his lips. All he can do is watch, heart pounding away and body heating up quickly beneath his new mentor's attention.

Tony leans in close to the kid’s wrist near his arm. He locks blue eyes onto brown and then inhales the omega’s pheromones from one of the most potent of sources. His pupils blow out from the scent of sex and heat and the punch of arousal that overcomes him when he notices a small, glistening streak of omegan slick on the outer edge of the kid’s forearm. 

It smells like cherries.

Tony lets go of the younger man’s chin and drags his arm back to himself so that he could drag his tongue across the smear of recent slick, never breaking his gaze from the other omega. He grinned and licked his lips.

“You missed a spot.”

"Mr. Stark…! That's…" Peter can only stare, wide-eyed, as the other omega's tongue slips over his skin.

His body reacts, how can it not? All those things that say only alphas are made for omegas are so, so wrong. Peter shifts his weight from foot to foot, pressing his thighs together because he's getting wet again…

"Mr. Stark… I don't think this is helping..." he murmurs but he doesn't pull away. If anything, his scent deepens and his body relaxes. He's giving in and so easily too…

There's just something about the older omega that has Peter going all soft and sweet for him. His hand curls inwards so his fingertips brush along Stark's hair.

“No? How about this?” Tony pulls him in close with a flex of the hand that hadn’t left the small of his back this entire time. He hooks the other omega’s arm around his neck so they’re chest to chest and breathing the same air. Down below, he can feel an answering bulge against his stiffened cock. 

Peter manages to muffle a moan before it makes it out of his mouth. His hips twitch forward, getting more of that friction he sorely needs. Pressed chest to chest… Every part of him comes alive, feels heated where they're touching.

“You came in here to take the edge off, right, sweetheart?” Tony pushes lightly at the young omega’s back with his fingertips, urging him to rock without words. He nudges the kid’s thighs apart by pressing himself in-between. His voice becomes edged with a low purr of satisfaction when the skirt starts getting hiked up slender legs one delicious inch at a time. 

Peter's hyper aware of everything going on and he shouldn't… they shouldn't… But it feels so good. He doesn't want to stop this.

Mr. Stark is nothing like an omega is taught to be but that sweet scent says he is.

Peter's never gotten so wet for someone like this. He wants Stark to touch him, wants to spread his legs for him...

“As your mentor, it’s my job to make sure you’re comfortable here at SI.” Tony runs his unoccupied hand up the lithe omega’s side, bunching his shirt up and exposing a low curve of wickedly defined abdominal. Tony’s cocklet flexed and leaked thinking about rutting against the washboard set of abs that promised to be.

Tony’s own smell of omegan arousal is beginning to spice the air around them. As much as he wants to fuck this young omega into the ground, his pussy's getting wet alongside his cocklet's stiffness. 

Maybe he’d make this omega reach back and finger him at the same time? He looks flexible enough. 

“Playmating is just part of the deal, right? Or maybe a little more, if you’re a needy little thing.” Tony nips at his smooth jawline, teeth getting so close to the scent-tender gland behind his ear. The brunette in his arms doesn’t fight or pull away from Tony’s slowly advancing biting. He sucks the gland between his small fangs. “Which I think you are.”

"Playmating… that's… what we're doing...?" Peter gasps, tilting his head to give the older man more access.

Words are hard to reach but his body talks for him.

A violent shiver shakes his body and he clings ever closer to his mentor. His hips start to rock. It's not a deliberate action, he's just chasing after what feels good. The weight of Stark's hands on him only makes the reactions worse.

He wants Stark to touch him all over…

The hard, solid thigh between his own feels good too… With the way Peter's rubbing against him, it's only inevitable that the wetness between his legs starts soaking into Stark's slacks.

Even with that knowledge, Peter can't stop moving against him.

“Yes. And you’re doing so well, gorgeous.” 

Tony barely has to put any pressure against the kid’s back to keep him moving now. He can feel how excited this is making the younger man and his eagerness is only fueling Tony’s ego. He nuzzles the bite marks he’s littered across pale skin.

“You’re already acting like a slut in heat for me.” Tony finally gives in and moves the hand not guiding his young mentee into rutting filthy and needy on his thigh; he places it on the swell of a fantastic skirt covered ass. He squeezes, pulling the fabric even higher up on that side, and purrs louder from the bouncy handful. 

Peter whimpers at the touch, fingers curling, nails biting into his palms. He pushes back against it, inviting his boss to do more. Squeeze, grab, play… Touch him there and find out just how wet he's become.

Everything about this omega is so sexy. It makes Tony want to keep him long past orientation day.

“Are you feeling like you could bend over for me? Am I making you wet, thinking about how empty you are without me?” Tony breaths against wet skin and the ticklish little hairs behind his ear. He kissed lightly. “That’s how it should be, baby. You’re meant to give me your slutty little hole whenever I want it.”

The tips of Peter's ears are bright red from the other omega's words. The way they're said, as though they were simply facts, really turns him on. He's always been a needy little thing but it's always been something he's kept to himself. He's had his fingers, his toys… But someone else doing this to him…?

It lights a sweltering fire inside him and he burns to do what Stark wants. 

Besides… They're both omegas… And if it's truly playmating, this is okay, isn't it? Stark, as a more experienced omega, is only trying to guide him. Perhaps the older man sees how badly Peter needs it…

"I've never–" he whimpers again. His face feels so hot… "Never presented to anyone… before… sir…"

With how weak his knees feel, he's not even sure he can but if Mr. Stark asks it of him…

"I can try…?" He murmurs even as he rubs himself against the older man's thigh.

It feels so strong and solid beneath him. Every bit of friction pushes his sense of propriety further and further away until all that matters is the hungry blue of his mentor's eyes.

Tony hadn’t thought the kid would go that far for him already. The desperation and willingness to please make his pupils swell out until only an icy aurora of glowing blue remains. Suddenly, the thought of walking this kid through his first presentation (and mounting) makes his pussy hotter than ever.

“For me? You’re so perfect, darling. Of course, you can try.” Tony gropes his ass with shameless abandon, digging his fingers in low and center. He cups upwards and feels exquisite heat and wetness on his first two fingers. He flexes his thigh to give the kid something even better to hump.

Peter shudders and promptly forgets what he's planning to do. Stark's hands feel too good for him to jeopardize stopping it. Instead, he makes helpless soft moans, trying to keep it quiet because everything in the bathroom echoes and…

He's so hot for this, he doesn't even care if people outside hear them. In fact, it only makes him drip even more and his arms curl even tighter around Stark's neck. Whatever this is… even if it's temporary or just playmating, Peter wants it.

“You respond so beautifully. I love how wet you get for me, gorgeous.” Tony lays it on thick and kisses his way down to that unbroken cherry of a mating gland. It’s whorish to bite and leave marks without breaking and mating. Pepper meant exactly this when she told him to play nice. He smiles as he lines his teeth up and pulls the lithe young thing tighter into him. “Just relax. I’m taking care of you now. And you’re doing so well for me.” 

Tony bites down.

Peter cries out at the sting of teeth but a curious thing happens. It feels even better. He feels the gush of slick drip down his thighs and he whimpers, staring at the other omega with wide, almost teary eyes.

He curls his hand into the older man's hair and urges him back to that sensitive spot.

"Again– Oh… Please, I–" He's lost his ability to string words together so all he does is continue to rock against Stark's thigh like a bitch in heat. "Please… Bite…"

“Of course, sweetheart. Since you asked so sweetly and you’re being so good for me.” Tony praises directly against the sensitized mating gland below his omegan fangs. He bites down again, the power over this other omega feeling as heady as fine wine. 

It's pure bliss and Peter's face contorts in pleasure. Lips trembling and eyes squeezed shut, dark lashes fluttering as he shudders through the pleasure.

Peter’s breaths come in shallow and his body feels so hot. He doesn't even recall his heat being like this, a sweltering force that leaves him shaking with need.

Tony rubs his two fingers deeper into sopping wet folds. He’s only a few layers away from where he’ll be burying his cocklet in a few minutes. But, much as he loves watching the kid fall apart on his thigh, Tony wants him bent over the sink so he’s facing the mirrors. Tony likes to watch the faces of his conquests when he fucks them from behind and this kid is, by far, too gorgeous not to watch squirm and beg for it. 

“Let’s get you presenting, baby boy. You’re more than ready for me. So nice and wet. You’re so slutty and ready for my cock to fill you up, aren’t you, baby?” Tony maneuvers his hands so one is in soft brown hair and directing the young omega’s gaze downward; the other snakes down between them to grip Tony’s cocklet through the dress slacks. He squeezes tight enough to bulge the veins of his calloused hand. “Tell me how much you want to taste this.”

"Oh…" Peter moans.

He can't look away. His mouth waters at the sight. He's felt Stark's cock press against him, proof that the older man is just as affected as he is, but seeing it…

Peter wants it, needs it… He wants to drop on his knees to get Stark's cock in his mouth, look up at him with pleading eyes, and just let the older omega fuck his face. His fantasies run rampant and he almost cried ‘because he wants so much…

His pussy feels so empty though and it squeezes right, desperately, in search of a nice cock to lock onto. He whimpers and reaches down with a trembling hand but stops himself from touching it.

If he does, he might fall on his knees. They certainly feel weak enough.

Tony watches the kid’s internal struggle with hunger burning like a bright blue flame in his eyes. He doesn’t give him any direction; he wants to see what he’ll do on his own. Tony can see how much he’s trembling. The smell of cherries perfumes the air between them and makes Tony want to eat him up.

Peter pulls himself away and losing Stark's warmth even for a few seconds has him shivering.

Peter, when he leans over the sink, doesn't even recognize the face he sees in the mirror. His face is flushed and there are deep red marks prominent on his pale skin. It's almost a shock to see them but Peter purrs at the sight.

Stark's bite marks…

His skirt has been hitched up. His entire outfit is a mess and he doesn't care one bit. He leans his weight on his upper body and reaches behind to push it up even further. Pantyhose and the light blue of his panties are exposed.

He looks over his shoulder, eyes pleading at the other omega.

"Alpha…" His voice comes out honey sweet, pleading for the older omega to mount him. "Ready for you…"

Tony growls lowly at the title and steps up behind the sweetly presented ass. He pushes the fabric of the skirt completely out of the way and palms both cheeks at once, pulling the other omega apart even though Tony can’t see anything but the shapely outline through the panties and pantyhose. 

With Stark touching and squeezing his ass, Peter's hands return to the counter. His entire body feels tight with anticipation, eyes watching what the older omega does through the mirror.

Peter feels a rush of heat shoot through him when he sees Stark looking, taking him in. He's not even completely naked. The underwear and pantyhose are still in place, but he might as well be with how tightly they cling to his body.

And they're drenched with slick, sopping wet with proof of how much he's turned on...

“You’re doing such a good job being my little slut. It’s like you were born to bend over for me. I hardly have to train you at all, do I?” Tony undoes the buttons to his slacks with one hand and then goes back to groping and squeezing at the handfuls of firm ass he’s got under his fingers. His pink panties look incredible against the other omega’s blue pair when he ruts his cock against the tipped up offering on display for him.

Peter tries to push back against it, wants to feel the dirty press of another omega's cock against him. He catches the motion in the mirror, how Stark's hips move, a slow and teasing grind against his needy pussy.

"Mr. Stark…" It's a soft plea, almost a whine.

“You bend over so pretty for me. I can smell how much you like being my whore. You already got your slick on my suit pants and now your slutty pussy is dripping all over my panties and cock. I’ll bet you’re being such a good omega and all you can think about is getting stuffed by my cock.” 

Tony’s starts thrusting against the younger omega as he speaks, cocklet driving into his folds through so little material but still not inside. He uses his grip on the brunette’s firm ass to hold him in place and spread him open at once. 

Both of their panties are ruined with their combining slick.

Peter feels the hot press of bare skin even through the thin layers and he whines, a soft cry tinged with desperation.

It's too much of a tease for the young omega. His cheek presses against the cool countertop but it does nothing to satisfy the heat inside him.

He throws a hand back and has Stark's wrist in an awkward grip.

"Please, sir," Peter manages to breath out, "I can't take it…"

Tony looks down to where the omega’s holding onto him so desperately. He doesn’t shake him off and instead chuckles, low and dark, when he witnesses the fumbling, heat drunk and fuck clumsy attempts to undress himself that follow. There’s something about seeing someone get cock stupid for his dick that makes him preen.

Peter attempts to shove the interfering layers off but the angle doesn't help. He wiggles in place in frustration, wishing he had forgone the stockings and just worn his panties instead. At least those, he could just slip to the side… Entice the older man into acting with a glimpse of his pink pussy.

But he's at Stark's mercy, bent over the bathroom sink, and being teased to tears…

"Please, f-fuck my pussy, sir," Peter chokes out. 

Peter feels like he'll combust from sheer humiliation because he's never said such dirty things, not even in his head.

“Well, since you are begging like you’re meant to and you bent over for me like a good boy, I think you do deserve something nice.” Tony rips the pantyhose right down the center. He cups the younger omega’s pussy with only the blue panties as a barrier. 

Peter whines at the rough treatment but it's not a complaint. His stockings… There's something so primal and arousing about having them torn while he's still wearing them.

He stares at Stark through the mirror and just wants.

The words come out in a rush, each one so close to begging.

"Need it, Mr. Stark… Please– It feels so…" Peter whines and tries to push back against the pressure he feels against his hole. "Please, use me…"

“These look so gorgeous on you, baby boy. I don’t want to ruin them just yet.” 

He rubs his fingers deep into soaked wet folds and grinds the heel of his palm into the dripping hole from the outside. Every brush of his fingertips against the panty covered and cherry-scent soaked material makes the omega clench and gasp above him. 

“You’re such a good whore. Don’t stop begging for me; I want to hear every dirty thing your slutty pussy craves. Slip these off for me and set them to the side. Leave the pantyhose on.” 

Tony playfully slaps the same sensitive spots he’s been caressing before snapping the hem of the pretty blue panties. This omega’s pussy is meant to be speared open on his cocklet and he can’t wait to sink himself inside without any barriers. 

Oh, Peter loves what Stark is doing to him. He just wants to let the other omega do whatever he wants but what Peter doesn't want is for Stark to stop.

The words make his mouth tremble.

Whore.

He shouldn't be so aroused at such a degrading term, but he is. His pussy aches, clenches and squeezes around nothing, and his stiff cocklet rubs against the counter.

Stark can call him whatever he wants and as Peter pushes himself up just the tiniest bit to obey, he considers it true. His fingers slip through the ripped pantyhose and grab hold of blue lace.

Peter doesn't question what he's doing even once. Just discards the last thing that had kept him decent.

Tony watches the omega obey him and clocks the way he’s shaking like Tony is his next fix as he slides the drenched cloth down his own trembling thighs. They’re crumpled up and put beside the sink the kid’s leaning over without a second thought and Tony’s cocklet burns to get inside.

This time, when Peter resumes his previous position, the omega presents properly. He reaches back and spreads himself open, a fierce but captivating blush on his face.

"Here…" Peter murmurs, looking over his shoulder to plead with the older omega. "...Play with me here, please, sir…"

His pretty pink pussy is on display but his gaze is fixed on Stark's hungry blue eyes. He shudders as need makes his body clench down, more slick and wetness dripping out of him.

“Tell me what you need.” Tony cups him like he did before, hissing at how soaked his hand gets from finally touching this lithe young omega’s pussy directly. He slaps the puffy lips again and dips his thumb into the wet folds, circling the hungry opening with his thickest digit while his other fingers massage and roll through the copious slick gushing across his hand. 

There's only one thing Peter wants when he gets like this…when he gets so scent drunk and aroused that nothing matters. Not his dignity, not some thought that he should be careful… He just wants.

"Alpha… please… breed my s-slutty pussy…" Peter begs breathlessly. "Feels so empty… Fuck me, breed me, sir–"

“That’s it. Good boy, omega.” Tony slips his own panties down enough to untuck his cocklet and balls. His pussy aches to be filled but he wants to fuck this omega more than he wants to be fucked by him. Maybe next time.

He uses the omega’s own slick to lube himself, stroking the heady scent right into his cock and making his dick leak harder. His other hand comes to rest on the boy’s lower back, right where it had been earlier. This time, he pins the kid down like he’d been craving to do ever since the first hint of cherries tickled his nose.

“Don’t stop presenting for me now. It’s going to feel so, so good, but I want you to keep holding yourself open and telling me what your greedy pussy wants.” 

Tony lines up and finally starts pushing inside. 

It’s as hot and sweet as he’d been imagining. 

Peter's entire body is tense as he braces himself for the initial penetration. A soft sound comes out of him, a gasped out "ah–" and his hands dig deeper into his own flesh. He's trying so hard to be good, to keep his pussy presented nicely for Stark to fuck.

“Fuck, sweetheart, your pussy was meant for my cock, wasn’t it? Such a perfect little whore for me.” Tony bottoms out quickly, balls slapping into shivering and jumping skin. 

Peter's pussy squeezes down in a vicious grip as though it's already trying to milk a knot out on the first thrust.

His fingers turn into claws and he gets his first real cock... It's different from his toys. So much more different.

There's a body pressing against his, soft, heated flesh against his aching pussy. And inside... Stark's cocklet is spreading him apart, hard and undeniable. Bare...

He squeezes down on it, memorizing the shape and feel of the other omega's cock. A soft whine starts up in his chest. He's finally getting fucked by Mr. Stark but somehow, it's still not enough. The need only grows, pressure coiling in his belly as he tries to weather through the intense sensations.

It's more than he ever thought he'd get from his idol but, it's not enough.

And somehow, Stark knows this.

The other omega’s skin is twitching like a horse’s everywhere Tony touches and every time Tony calls him a whore. A wicked smile slowly curls his lips.

“You love being my whore. I can tell; your pussy is sucking me in so greedy and eager. Ready to be bred by me. Craving my pup in your belly. You’ll only need to remember the feel of my cock in your needy pussy for the rest of your internship here.” Tony fucks into him hard enough his hip bones knock against the counter the sink is mounted to. He digs his fingers into soft skin and does it again, harder. “You’ll only live for getting my cock inside of you after this. You belong to me now and you’ll only come on my cock or not at all.”

It's overwhelming for Peter but he goes into autopilot, his body moving in an attempt to learn Stark's rhythm. It's tempting for the younger omega to just lay there and let Stark fuck him into a limp mess. But his body responds with needy whimpers as he tries to push back, tries to chase after the cock spearing him open every time Stark pulls back.

The older omega's words give life to his deepest desires and he echoes them, mind hazy with unprecedented need.

"Love it…! Ah! My– pussy loves it!" Peter agrees. His eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure threatens to steal his words away. "Loves your c-cock, M-Mr. Stark! Needs it, needs it every day…! Please– Wanna be full of Mr. Stark's cum… Wanna feel it dripping down my legs…"

He whines at his own words, desperate and hungry to be filled. His ears burn at the sound of their mating and the obscene words spilling from his mouth.

“Of course you need it every day. A needy little whore like you? I’ll have Pepper send you up on coffee runs so I can fill you up with load after load of my cum.” Tony thrusts steadily, cocklet fucking in as deep as he can get it on each pump inwards. His balls swing and slap with the power behind his pistoning cock.

"Breed me, alpha, breed my pussy," Peter begs even as he's getting fucked. "Wanna feel you… come inside… Please come inside…"

He's so wet that he can feel his boss's cock just slide right in, no resistance. And he feels it when Stark pulls away, his walls protesting at the loss, clinging onto the other omega's cocklet and begging it to stay inside.

“Your pussy is going to take every drop. You’re going to hold in this load until I’m ready to give you more this afternoon.” Tony leans over the round ass bouncing under his brutal fucking. He reaches up and buries his clean hand into soft brown hair, pulling so the kid’s neck is arched, baring it for the mirror. Tony can see the dark bruises of his teeth around the unbroken mating gland and tugs.

Pain and pleasure overlap and Peter's drunk off it. His head tilts back and it feels so dangerously vulnerable to offer his unprotected neck.

It feels right too… The way Stark holds him down and takes control is just like an alpha. The way he sucks bruises into Peter's skin is too. Everything the older omega does appeals to Peter's omegan instincts and they all scream at him to submit. To let this superior man have him and breed him up with his pups.

“You’re going to wear my bruises and everyone is going to know how easily you gave it up to me. Everyone will know that you’re my personal whore. They’ll all know you belong to me; your pussy is mine to stuff and wreck and you’ll give it to me whenever I want it.” Tony hauls him up enough to bite him again. He doesn’t care if he’s pushing his flexibility too much. The omega will learn to bend himself in half if Tony wills it. 

Peter cries out at the sting of teeth and his body convulses. Right over his mating gland… Still not deep enough to break but it was enough to have his pussy clamping down, rippling and massaging along the other omega's cock.

What pushes him over the edge is the change in position. He's pulled upright and the next time Stark's cock sinks into him, it hits that sweet spot inside him that makes him see stars.

He comes just from that, body rigid as his neglected cocklet releases. He rides the wave of pleasure for only a few seconds before he goes limp, body easily falling into whatever position Stark wants him in. The unbearable pressure in his belly has dissipated but he still feels that warmth, growing and starting up again with every thrust.

With his back arched and one hand still holding himself open, Peter drags the other arm to curve around Stark's neck. He doesn't have the strength to keep his mentor close but he doesn't need to.

They're already pressed so intimately together, Stark's cock pounding away at his hungry pussy.

"More…" Peter implores, "Ah– Need more… Please, Mr. Stark…" 

His eyelashes flutter like he's about to pass out and his head lolls back against the other omega's chest. 

"Need my cum in you? Need to feel full and bred?" Tony pants the words into the fresh ring of teeth marks he's left along the pale throat. He can last longer if he wants; the nanobots rushing through his body guve him an absurd amount of control over himself. 

He doesn't want to for this omega. For this needy little thing, he wants to pump him full of seed now and then do it again before he leaves for the day. 

Tony reaches around and grips the softening cocklet, stroking relentlessly, licking and sucking at the younger omega's throat when he cries out from overstimulation. 

"Beg me for it. Beg me to come in your slutty hole." Tony rams in, feeling the body in his arms get pushed up onto his toes from the force of it. Tony does it again, balls tight where they bounce against tightly coiled muscle and hot skin. 

"Beg to be my omega."

Peter gives a low moan as he's roughly fucked. His body's more than willing to be his mentor's toy and his eyes are glassy, mouth gasping the next words.

"Wanna be… Mr. Stark's omega…" Peter agrees in breathless pants. His entire body feels pushed to the limit already, especially with his cocklet being played with, even now.

He ignores it. The desire to please his mentor and boss overrides any physical discomfort he feels.

"Please, sir… Please," he begs so prettily, mindlessly babbling now, "Claim me– fill me… up! Please…!"

He's intentionally squeezing down now, moaning from the shocks of pleasure he feels when the older omega's cock sinks in deep. His poor, spent cock twitches in Stark's hand, coaxed back into hardness by the dual assault. 

His pussy… His cock… Peter groans, giving himself to the demanding sensations.

“Good slut,” Tony praises. 

He bites another mark into him and circles his thumb across the wet cockhead. Sweat beads under his suit. He could taste an answering salt on his tongue and behind his teeth. The bathroom echoes with the obscenely loud sounds of unrestrained fucking. His lips curl up over small omegan fangs, eyes glowing.

“Take this load, baby, and later, I’ll give you another.” Tony shoves himself inside with a snarl and comes thick ropes of cum as deep as he can get it. 

"Ah–!" The sound Peter makes is high pitched and shocked when he feels his boss come inside.

It's a flood of searing heat and Peter feels every minute twitch and pulse as the other omega empties inside him.

"Oh, fuck…" Peter gasps as he pushes back hard. He wants that cock as deep inside him as possible. His eyes squeeze shut as his body works on squeezing out every drop.

Tony squeezes his hand around the omega’s cocklet, stroking even faster. 

Peter's torn between fucking into his boss's hand and milking the cocklet inside him. He wants to be filled more than he wants to be touched though, so the younger omega only gives half hearted thrusts when Stark jerks him off.

Apparently, even that is enough for his eager body. Being fucked full and having his sensitive cock played with… Peter moans, almost miserably when his body shudders and gives in once more.

He ends up leaning forward, hands catching the counter so he doesn't just slide down to the floor. They're still pressed together, but just that little bit of space is enough to have his freshly fucked pussy leaking slick and cum.

His thighs are a mess with their combined fluids ...

Tony only slows down once the cock in his palm shoots off, purring in satisfaction. He looks down to where they’re joined and nudges his hips in further, feeling how wet and filthy the kid’s pussy is with Tony’s cum and watching the slick dripping back out of him. 

Tony slaps his palm down on one pantyhose covered cheek, groaning from the immediate tightening and the way his ass bounces so beautifully in the ripped up material.

"Mmph!" Peter gasps at the slap but he doesn't protest, only tightens down on Stark's cock.

“Mine. My whore. My omega.” Tony grinds himself in with each statement. 

"Yours…" Peter echos. 

His legs feel unsteady but even then, he keeps himself upright. He loves the omega cock inside him, loves how Stark is pushing his cum in deep even when he feels more of it dripping down his thighs.

Tony lets go of the kid’s hair to scoop up some of the cum that’s trying to slide out around his softening cock. He brings it up and rubs the glistening white into the dark bruising on the omega’s mating gland. Nobody would question who this little slut belongs to.

Peter groans at the touch. His mating gland feels swollen and hot… He reaches up to grip the older omega's stained fingers and leads them to his mouth.

His tongue curls over them, licking up the slick and cum… Moaning as he shows his boss how much he loves all this. Shows him how much of a slut Peter wants to be for him. His pussy doesn't want to be empty, still wants more after being fucked full.

He gives a needy whine.

"Mr. Stark…" he murmurs. "I still want…"

“Still want more of my cock? You really are the perfect slut for me.” Tony lets the kid suck on his fingers as he brings his other hand up and cups the front of his throat. He feels the movement of muscles under his hold as the young omega works his fingers, an Adam’s apple bobbing against Tony’s broad palm. 

“If you’re still hungry for my cock, then you’re going to use that pretty mouth to get me ready to fuck your pussy again. Or maybe I’ll fuck your tight little ass this time around?” Tony rubs his softened cock against the other omega’s filthy passage, not willing to slide out yet from the warm wetness even as overstimulation prickles along his cocklet and pools in his pelvis.

Peter moans around the fingers and sucks on them, a preview of what he wants to do if his boss really wants him on his knees.

Tony pulls his fingers out and tightens his grip on the soft flesh of his throat. He brings his hand down in another playful slap to ripped pantyhose, squeezing the firm muscle with a purr. He leaves a sheen of saliva across the reddened handprint. 

The slap is just as surprising as the first, but this time, Peter isn't surprised by the rush of pleasure that follows.

He makes a soft sound, appreciative and wiggles in place like an excited puppy being given attention.

“You do have such a fantastic ass. Without a plug, your pussy will drip two loads back out, but you’ll be able to hold it in both holes at once, right, baby boy?” Tony says the question with a tone of praise and grinds his soft cocklet in a slow circle. He loves the sounds of pleasure he catches in his fingers, still wrapped around the omega’s slender throat. 

"If you want me to…" Peter bites his bottom lip as he tries to keep his words steady. "You'll… ah… have to just… fill me up again, Mr. Stark…"

He can't decide which appeals to him more… Feeling his boss's cum drip out of him or feeling it inside him… He doesn't give much thought to it yet, not when he still has a chance to get another load.

Reluctantly, he moves so that the other omega's cocklet slips out of it. He despises the feeling and wants nothing more than to have it back inside… but Mr. Stark gave him an order.

He turns so he's pressed chest to chest with the older man. Looks up at him with hungry eyes even as he reaches down and takes a hold of his mentor's soft cock.

It's so wet, dripping with both of them… Peter's slick and remnants of cum.

He murmurs his next words, high on sex, high on the other omega's scent.

"Please use my mouth, sir," he purrs, "Want another load… In my pussy… in my ass… Whichever you want, just let me have it…"

Then he sinks down to his knees and opens his mouth as an offering to the other man with his little pink tongue just waiting to taste it all.

“Oh, baby boy, I’m going to keep you to that.” Tony pets through the boy’s hair, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him kneeling, his skirt fluttering back in place so the rips and cum doesn’t show and he almost could pass for innocent again. 

“Lift your skirt up. Spread your thighs and keep your skirt up so I can see how hard your slutty cocklet gets sucking mine.” 

It's the first time Peter shows any sign of hesitation.

It's one thing for Mr. Stark to take control and take what he wants from Peter… It's quite another for Peter to do those things himself.

But he does them and as he starts to drag his skirt up, his cocklet twitches and starts to fill. He really is an insatiable little thing and his face feels hot with every inch of skin he reveals.

"Like this, Mr. Stark?" Peter murmurs.

His skirt is bunched up around his hips, thighs spread, the ripped stockings showing flashes of pale skin beneath. Between his legs, his cocklet is flushed a pretty pink, already starting to drip in arousal.

He makes a lewd picture on his knees with his marked up throat and fucked out appearance. Some part deep inside of him wishes Tony could take a picture, proof of what the other omega had done to him...

Tony presses his soft cock to the omega’s lips, tracing the damp slit around plump lips before resting it along the offered tongue, cum and slick and all. 

Peter sighs in relief, holding still and letting the other omega do as he wants.

“Beautiful,” Tony murmurs, blue eyes recording every sheen of fluid and flushed red patch of skin next to finger bruises and teeth marks. The kid looks wrecked to hell and back. They can’t have been in here that long yet since Pepper hasn’t come knocking and his AI hasn’t flashed the overhead lights at him in warning. 

He’s still begging for more of Tony. 

“Get me nice and hard again, baby, so I can fuck that needy hole of yours full.”

The amount of lust and stamina from the young omega is so arousing, Tony is seriously considering kidnapping the young omega and chaining him up under his bed. As long as Tony keeps feeding him his cock, he’d be too fucked out and cock stupid to think about finishing school or working for a living. His only job would be pleasing Tony and being available as a willing cum dump.

Looking down at the blissed out, hazy brown eyes staring up at him adoringly, Tony doesn’t think the kid would find it a bad gig at all.

Peter can't resist anymore. If Stark had asked him to be his personal cockwarmer, Peter would have happily obeyed. But that isn't the case here… Stark isn't done with him and Peter has to get him hard again if he wants another load.

So, he gets to work and uses his tongue to lick up the mess they made. He doesn't mind the taste of his own pussy, but it's the hint of bitterness that he goes crazy over. His boss's cum mixed with his slick… Peter wants more.

He licks up every trace of slick and cum, running his tongue around the tip and when that's clean, he chases after the taste along the length. He whines when it's all gone, wants to taste more of Mr. Stark, maybe even get his mouth on the older omega's pussy but the conflicting needs clash inside him.

He falls back on Stark's order and goes back to his task. Soon, he's sucking on the older omega's soft cock, loving the way it fits in his mouth for now.

Drool leaks from his mouth, drips down his chin, but all he's focused on is getting Mr. Stark hard again. His mouth is just as hungry for him as his pussy is. His hand creeps up, small fingers circling around the base to hold it steady as it begins to harden in his mouth.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.” 

Tony lets the kid slurp and lick his way around his cock, enjoying the messiness and the hungry little noises the slut makes from the bottom of his chest as he tastes Tony’s cum. He weaves his fingers into the curling hair at the back of his head and pushes him down once Tony’s cocklet is hard enough to fill his mouth, fucking this hole like he owns it as much as he owned his pussy earlier.

Peter doesn't resist. He allows the hand to guide him and just rides out the rhythm his boss sets for him. Stark's hard cocklet fills his mouth, makes his lips numb from how hard and fast the older man is using him.

And yet, all Peter does is stare up at his mentor with wide eyed need, soft moans muffled by the cock in his mouth.

“Look how much you like being my whore.” Tony balances his weight and then lifts his foot up so he can pin the pretty pink cocklet down under his heel. He laughs softly when a spurt of pre shoots out over the toe of his dress shoe, leaving a noticeable smear. 

"Mm!" the omega groans, hips twitching towards the source of friction. 

Peter hasn't touched himself this entire time, too caught up in trying to be good for the older omega.

“Cute. You’re going to lick that up later.” Tony rolls his ankle, grinding the little cocklet harder into the omega’s pelvis before dropping back down to brace himself on two feet again. He reaches down and clamps his hand onto the bruised up nape of his slut, digging into the omegan sweet spot, and uses both hands to hold him still.

“Breathe through your nose.” 

Tony thrusts forward, too excited to go slow or to tone it down. His pussy is dripping copiously, his pink panties ruined where they cupped him below the balls. He doesn’t care. Tony just wants to fuck the wonderful throat of his personal whore. 

Peter tries to listen and obey. So far, he thinks he's doing a decent job but as Stark picks up the pace, the young omega realizes he still has so much to learn.

His breath stutters in his chest as he tries to accommodate Stark's fervor. His inexperience is glaringly obvious in the way his hand flies up, pressing against the older man's hip as though to stop him from going too fast.

The sounds change too. From soft and wet moans, Peter ends up making high pitched, almost embarrassing squeaks with every thrust into his mouth. They become obscene when the thrusts become hard enough that Stark's cock almost reaches the back of his throat. Wet, gurgling sounds as Peter accommodates him.

He's struggling to take it and now, whimpers are added among the sounds of his moaning. He just wants to be good for Mr. Stark and there, he realizes he's trying too hard.

He stops trying to control it and instead, allows the older omega to use him as he pleases. 

It gets… easier. Every thrust helps to empty out any relevant thought in his head. All that matters is Mr. Stark's cock and the way those brilliant blue eyes watch him.

Tony fucks the omega’s throat until he’s snarling with the pleasure of it. His dick pistons in and out of the compliant mouth, fresh pre leaking out across his tongue now. The smell of Tony’s renewed slick wafts up through the panties and slacks. 

Tony pulls the omega off by the hair after endless minutes of soft choking and wet skin on skin.

Peter's left gasping, mouth wide and lips swollen from use. For a moment, he fights against the hold, chasing after the hard cock bobbing in front of his face. He whines, trembling in loss, but then he licks his lips in anticipation. His body shudders, muscles tightening in excitement for what's to come.

It’s become too good and Tony worries about shooting off directly down that soft, bruised throat. If they were up in his penthouse and he had all day to ruin this pretty omega, then he would have held him down by the hair until he cried around Tony’s cock and swallowed his second load from the source. 

“Just look at you.” 

Tony marvels at how beautiful the omega is. His breathing is hitching with his first real breath that isn’t tainted by cock and cum, and his face is brilliantly red. The brunette curls around Tony’s fingers are soaked with sweat and he’s still holding the skirt up, still obeying Tony’s last command, even though his thighs are shaking like he’s going to fall over as soon as Tony lets go of his hair. 

“You take cock so well, sweetheart. You really were born to be on your knees.” Tony strokes one flaming red cheekbone. 

The younger omega shudders, turning towards his boss's hand and nuzzling against his fingers  

Tony nudges his cockhead against the kid’s chin, smirking when he’s able to move up and slip the tip back in with no resistance. He gives him just the tip, stroking himself so pre pools along the other’s tongue and across his lower lip. 

“You’ve been so good for me. You did exactly what I asked. My good boy. Are you ready for your last hole to be fucked?” Tony hopes he’s just as eager for that as everything else. A true whore for him to play with.

Peter squirms on his knees. His pussy feels achingly empty even though he could still feel Stark's load inside him… dripping and leaking from his fucked open hole. He wants to ask Stark to fuck him there again, just for a little… But he's looking forward to this… Wants both his holes dripping the other omega's load more than he wants his pussy filled twice.

"How do you want me, sir?" Peter's voice comes out a bit hoarse.

He gets up on shaky legs, presses close like the overeager teen he is, like a needy slut aching to be fucked. He nuzzles the other omega's neck, breathing in the sweet scent of arousal even as he takes hold of Stark's cock. He continues massaging it with slow, firm strokes, keeping it ready for him.

"Can you… fuck both my holes, Mr. Stark…?" He decides to ask. "You can… finish wherever you want…"

Peter feels naughty for asking, feels like he should just take what Stark offers. He can't help it though… The way Stark fucked him earlier… He wants it again, wants to feel his boss plowing into his pussy and fucking his ass open.

“I’m going to fuck you every day for the rest of your internship,” Tony promises, turning towards the younger omega’s brown curls.

He allows the boy to keep pumping him for a moment, just enjoying the pleasure of someone else working his shaft for him. When he’s ready to move things along, he grabs his wrist, halting him only for a moment before redirecting his hand down the front of Tony’s panties where his pussy's dripping.

Peter looks at the older omega with hooded eyes. He only feels even more aroused when he feels just how wet his boss is. With curious fingers, he explores Stark's pussy with a gentle touch. He runs his fingers along wet flesh, getting his entire hand drenched in the process.

He wants to lick every drop of slick off but doesn't want to waste this chance. Stark is the one who led his hand there, so it's safe to assume he wants Peter to touch him right? And what omega doesn't want to be touched where it really feels good…?

Peter presses even closer, sighing against Stark's chest, and poking his tongue out to swipe the sweat off his neck. At the same time, he inches his fingers deeper towards the source of all that wetness. He teases his fingertip over his boss's hole, breathing hard, and cocklet dripping with the sudden need to sink into something hot and wet.

The very idea makes his head spin.

Tony rocks his pelvis downwards, grinding into the long fingers sneaking their way through his folds.

Before he can get his shaking fingers inside, Tony hauls the slighter omega up off his feet, hooking slick-wet thighs around his hips. He starts walking with him in his arms like the omega weighs nothing, manhandling him wherever Tony wants him. 

Peter clings to the older omega with wide eyes. He has one arm hooked around Stark's shoulders for support while his legs tighten around his hips.

Stark's cock presses against his own, the length of it rubbing against his needy pussy. Peter gives a quiet moan, his hard cock dripping all over them both.

Tony walks until the door to the bathroom meets the kid’s back. He keeps coming, pressing them together from chest to groin, pinning the omega’s hand to his pussy and body to the door. His cock and the nano casing dig into him insistently.

Tony leans in close to the other omega. He grins wickedly and puts a hand over his mouth preemptively; there's someone walking passed the door on the other side.

“You’ll have to be good and you’ll have to be quiet.” Tony whispers against the omega’s ear. He bites the shell. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve earned, baby boy.”

Peter's breathing is hard. His bosses doesn't know who he is, who his alter ego is, so he can't know that Peter hears everything. 

He hears the soft clicks of someone's heels as they pass by… Hears the soft whispers of his new coworkers murmuring about how Mr. Stark followed an omega into the bathroom and no one's seen them since…

"They've been in there a while…"

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Stark likes to get to the newbies."

"You should've seen the intern from last year… alpha and Mr. Stark wrecked them…"

"Oh shit… Maybe we should send someone? The omega that went in there didn't look the type…"

A soft, dark chuckle. "If he's not the type, he is now. Mr. Stark always gets what he wants."

The words make Peter's ears burn but he's so shameless that it turns him on even more to know that people outside know.

"I don't think I can…" he breathes out.

Still, he arches his back, hand slipping up to grasp his boss's cock… Aim it towards his hungry pussy and tries to sink down on it.

"Fuck me, sir," Peter begs in a quiet whisper. "Need it…"

"You will." Tony buries his fingers in the curls that are starting to get filthy and snarled with the slick and cum transferring off his hands and onto the once clean locks. He tugs, pulling until the boy's head tips back and gives Tony full access to his ravaged throat. 

"Maybe I should knock…?"

"Fuck that, I'm not getting killed for someone looking for a good time with a rich guy."

"But he wasn't looking for it…"

"He's Stark's bitch now."

Tony grins, pleasure burning through his veins. He times it so he's sliding his cock inside when whoever is outside says that last comment. He breathes out against the sweet smelling skin of his omega's throat. 

They know their place. 

They know who this omega belongs to. 

"Mmm. They're talking about you, slut." Tony kisses sweaty flesh, loving the way his pulse jumps under his tongue. He retreats, cock rubbing tantalizingly along slicked up walls. He slams back home, balls swaying from the force. 

"They're whispering about how you're mine." 

"Mm…!" Peter tries to keep his voice down but he can't.

He hears the words too and feels a thrill shoot through his body. His legs tighten around Stark's waist, trying to drag the older omega's cock back into his wet pussy.

"Don't care…" he groans, trying to get Stark to hit that sweet spot inside him.

His hand slips from between Stark's legs, dripping in the older man's slick. Peter can't help but suck on his fingers, glassy brown eyes gazing at the older man.

"Yours… I'll… be y-your slut…" Peter swears, "Just, ah– keep fucking me… there…"

He pulls the other man closer with both arms and legs, forces Stark to drive deep into his body. With his head hanging low, his mouth is so close to Stark's neck… He can't help setting his teeth there even if it's over layers of clothing.

He drags them up, mouthing at the other omega's sweat damp skin.

"F-Fuck me, sir…" he groans into Stark's ear. "Want them to know…"

“They’re already going to smell it on you, baby boy.” Tony pulls him away from his scent gland by the hair. He redirects the kids nose to the space behind his ear, forcing him to inhale Tony’s potent omega pheromones directly from his skin. He turns his head to do the same, scenting each other far too intimately for having just met and being mid-fuck. 

Peter breathes in the heady scent like it's a drug. It clouds over his mind and makes his insides burn with so much need that he doesn't know what to do with himself. All he can do is cling onto the older man, letting the other omega's scent fill his lungs while his cock fills his pussy.

Tony thrusts forward and nuzzles the potent smelling skin. For how tenderly he's scenting and kissing up above, his hips are setting an increasingly hard pace, fucking the omega into the door with only half an ear on all the speculation and whispering. 

The sound of skin on skin is echoing obscenely loud in the empty room again and Tony doesn’t care. Let them hear. Let them know. 

Tony sucks a hickey right over the other omega’s scent gland here, too.

“You’re mine now. Everyone will take one sniff and know who you let fuck you. They’ll get one look at these,” Tony lifts a hand and digs fingers into one of the many marks he’s littered across creamy pale skin. He fucks upwards hard enough that the omega slides up the bathroom wall a few inches. “One look, baby, at these beautiful marks of mine on your throat and they’ll know who you belong to.”

Peter sinks back down with a thoroughly pleased moan. He's barely paying attention to what Stark is saying, but he hears the possessive growl in those words and notes the greedy, almost covetous, hold.

He starts leaving marks of his own, latching his teeth into unmarked skin and sucking hard. If Stark wasn't wearing his suit, Peter's sure he’d have scratch marks too… but this is all he can do for now.

"Mr. Stark– Mm, yeah, fuck me…!" Peter starts moaning. 

He doesn't bother controlling his voice, he's too far gone to care about that. He still hears others talking about him but it only rouses his desires. So what if they knew Peter spreads his legs for his boss? They're the ones missing out since Peter has never felt so good in his entire life…

He whimpers even as he clings onto the older man. His lips constantly brush against Stark's ear as he's being fucked.

"Feels so good, sir… Love… having your cock…" Peter groans, sharp omega fangs nipping at Stark's ear. "Inside… inside… Love your cock… M-Mr. Stark… My pussy… Loves it… loves being f-fullll…"

“You little slut.” Tony bites him back, harder. 

He ruts up and in with powerful strokes of his cocklet, thighs and ass flexing beneath the clothing he still hasn’t taken off. His suit is drenched in fresh omega slick from himself and the whore practically screaming for more on his pistoning cock. 

Tony moves both hands to the omega’s pert ass, grabbing two handfuls and using his arms to pull the younger omega down to meet his thrusts upwards, getting somehow even deeper and rougher. 

Peter groans in appreciation. He immediately feels the difference and he moves into it. Muscles strain as he bounces on his mentor's cock, pussy squeezing and gripping tight. He feels sloppy and used and yet, here he is, still begging for another load.

The force Stark's puts into fucking him leaves him breathless and all too eager for more. He can't stop the way he whines and begs for it.

"H-harder…" Peter could barely get the word out as his body shudders with every thrust.

This omega could take it. He's built for a rough fucking and the small puddle of slick dripping out of his well fucked pussy is proof of that. 

“My little slut,” Tony amends with a snarl. 

He’s getting close again, if he let himself tumble over that edge. The voices outside are tittering; Tony doesn’t devote attention to them, not with something much better caught on his cocklet. His small omegan fangs dig into the new hickey, sucking it darker.

Peter whines at the pain but only clings even tighter. His pussy gushes with slick, soaking the other omega's thrusting cocklet.

“I’m going to give you another load, slut. When I’m done you’re going to thank me for the privilege of getting to hold it in for the rest of the day.” Tony orders it on a breathy exhale. 

He pulls the omega down onto his next thrust with slight extremis strength. His eyes glow blue with excitement. 

Before Tony even finished, Peter's already gasping his appreciation.

"Thank you, sir, thank you–" Peter gives the other omega more harsh nips and marks.

He encourages Stark to finish and more importantly, to finish inside him. He's more than ready to be filled again. His belly aches with anticipation and his pussy hugs the other omega's cock with tight, hungry clutch. It's seeking a knot, clamping down like a vice and trying to lock down tight.

Without a knot… Peter doesn't even care about being knotted, he just wants Stark's cum again.

"Come inside," he begs, "Fill me up, Mr. Stark, please…"

Tony comes with a low, snarling purr twisting from deep in his chest. His hips snap up, forcing the omega up the wall until Tony's hauling him back down, pinning his pussy to his cock so every drop stuffs the greedy omega up.

Peter feels the heat spill inside him and his pussy grows unbearably tight. His body doesn't know the difference between alpha or omega, doesn't know or doesn't care. It just cares about being bred so he clamps down on his mentor's cock, milking it for every drop.

At the same time, being fucked full sends searing white heat throughout him. Peter moans as his cocklet spurts out a pathetic amount of clear cum.  He mouths at sweat damp skin, licking weakly in the aftermath.

How many times has he come already? He pants against Stark's shoulder, gripping tightly onto the older man finishes.

Tony holds the omega close throughout his cocklet painting the slut's pussy white. He knows as soon as he withdraws that a cascade of his cum will drip out and pool on the floor to join the puddle of slick. 

The bathroom smells like a whorehouse.

"You're such a good hole for me, slut." Tony praises. 

He squeezes the plush ass he still has in his hands, rubbing the omega against his softening cock like he's a fleshlight for Tony to play with. 

"You're going to clean up just enough that nothing is showing when you walk out of here. The rest you'll have to hold in for the rest of your shift today." Tony instructs,  gripping the kid by the chin and forcing him to meet his eyes, brown on blue.

Peter feels dazed as he looks into the older man's eyes. He nods dumbly, dipping his head down to kiss Stark's palm.

"Yes, sir," Peter murmurs, looking at the older omega through dark lashes.

The thought of walking around with his boss's load inside him feeds into the desire still simmering in his blood, but for now, he feels sated.

Tony can’t believe how sexy this omega is. How obedient and slutty, too. The perfect little pet for Tony to play with for the next few months. 

Eventually, he’s sated enough of being inside and pulls back and out. As predicted, a flood of their combined juices follows Tony’s cocklet and spills across the floor between the tangle of their legs.

When Stark lets him down, Peter wobbles on his feet. His face flushes when he feels the rush of fluid, semen and slick, spilling from his fucked open pussy. It makes him feel… so hot and dirty.

The cleanup is going to be hell, but it was definitely worth it. 

Tony watches the lithe omega tidy himself up, fingering the blue panties he’d retrieved from the sink. To the omega’s credit, he didn’t once fight or hesitate about going back out without wearing these. No complaint about the ripped pantyhose. He was turning out less fussy than some of the paid whores and escorts Tony had used in the past, pre and post extremis.

He makes sure the younger omega sees it when he pockets the blue material; his own clothing had been done up and cleaned off long before the other omega.

When Peter's finished, he looks halfway decent. It's nowhere near the professional look he had earlier but he's passable.

Anyone who isn't aware that he's just spent the last hour being fucked wouldn't be able to tell. Maybe.

His skirt is just long enough that it falls a few inches above his knees. No one would know he's no longer wearing underwear. His stockings are ruined, and his shirt does nothing to hide the dark bites against his neck. He touches the bruises and knows they'll be gone within hours.

“You’re beautiful.” Tony murmurs once the omega’s finished straightening and wiping. 

Peter's eyes fly towards his mentor. For some reason, that comment out of everything that's been said and done is what surprises him. A sweet, gentle smile lifts the corner of his lip.

Tony grins wolfishly at the sweet smile. He knows, he knows how not innocent this omega is but he still wants to tease and torment the sweet young thing in front of him everytime he looks so pure and good.

Tony moves up close, herding the younger omega towards the bathroom door. He slips his hand up the back of one strong thigh, dipping under the skirt once again and zeroing in on his sweet pussy. He slips a finger inside, going knuckle deep with ease, and then pulls out just as quick. 

Peter's breath hitches.

"Mr. Stark–" It's a soft protest but Peter doesn't do anything beyond that.

“This is mine now.” Tony whispers softly against the omega’s warm neck. He gives one of the many bruises a tender kiss.

Tony gives a firm slap to an equally firm ass. Then he straightens up, schooling his expression, and unlocks and opens the door without warning. 

He holds it open with the air of a gentleman. All the tittering has stopped; dead silence for the next thirty feet. 

Tony’s eyes flare bright blue. 

“Welcome to your internship.” 

[wegoinncthardhours]

Crave you

Summary: Reader is needy in public but Mark refuses to touch her. Gives it to her just right when they get home.

Pairing: Mark Lee/Female reader

Tws/warnings: My bad writing, slight dom/sub undertones.

Word count: Around 2000 (will update exact count)

Almost in trance you watch Mark where he sits next to you. Closely observing his every movement, following his every gesture. He's deeply engaged in the conversation at the table but you find yourself distracted and you've been ever since he came to pick you up. Because he looks so good in that shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and lean torso just right, but you know he looks even better undressed. And you love to hear him get philosophical, talking about his music, the meaning of life and such but right now you would rather have him spitting filthy things in your ear. A bit less poetic yes, but way more primal. Besides, you're not really in the mood for poetic tonight.

You let your thoughts wander as you watch him. Scenarios plays out in your head; how those pretty fingers currently fidgeting with the salt tray would feel exploring your curves, how those pretty pink lips would look as they fall open to moan your name. And Mark must have caught you staring because now he's looking at you with curious eyes. Reaching out to gently caress your cheek, a soft "Hey, you good?" on his lips. So overwhelmed by all the sudden attention you don't manage to form a sentence, so Mark just chuckles at the confused expression on your face as he returns his attention to the conversation between the boys at the table. 

Not knowing what he's doing, not aware of how on edge you are right now, he rubs your thigh under the table. The small sign of affection is nothing new and would be innocent enough if your mind wasn't so clouded with these dirty thoughts. So your pulse rises, breath hitches when his fingers make contact with your skin and Mark definitely felt that because now he's looking at you again. He let's his fingers travel a bit further up your leg as he watches your cheeks turn red and your eyes flick down to the floor. By the amusement evident in his eyes you can tell that he's figured it out now. Figured out why you've seemed so off tonight. 

In the back of your mind you register Johnny saying something about ordering dessert and Haechan urging Mark to tag along. He tells them to go ahead, promising to "be there in a sec" and all of a sudden you find yourself alone with Mark. He keeps tracing circles on your skin as he speaks "What's going on tonight? Tell me what's on your mind, baby."  And that's almost cruel of him, because you know that he knows, but apparently he wants you to say it, wants to play the game. But you're beyond the game at this point and he knows this too, so you look up at him with pleading eyes, mouthing a "please.." and he just smirks. Because he loves it when you get like this. Desperate and needy for him. But he won't give in that easily. Mark retrieves his hand as he leans back, running it through his hair and then weaving it together with his other one behind his neck. His takes up a lot of space like this, thighs spread wide apart as well. He looks proud, powerful, like he owns the place.

Knows what he's doing to you when you whine at the loss of contact, your thigh still burning from his touch. He locks you down with his hungry gaze, surely undressing you in his mind and for a moment you wonder if the people around you are aware of the little game going on between you and Mark. You take a deep breath as you cross your legs, voice a little shaky as you speak "Please Mark, I want.." you interrupt yourself as you rub your thighs together, searching for some kind of friction. "Touch me." You whisper. And he almost gives in, because you look so pretty right now. Eyes wide and shiny with lust, pink lips slightly parted and chin a little tilted upwards, exposing your neck; an unconscious invitation. But Mark shakes his head "Right here? 'S too risky, sweetheart. You want me that bad, huh?" And his words makes you flustered, frustrated, because yes, you want him that bad and no, right now you don't care who sees because currently he's the only one who can put an end to your misery. So you keep rubbing your thighs together, craving his touch, feeling the heat that starts to pool between your legs and your pulse that keeps on rising until Mark groans. It's a warning. "You better stop it with those noises, baby. Don't want the whole place to know how bad you need it.." He mutters, causing you to harshly bite down on the soft flesh of your bottom lip, not having realized you were being vocal. He watches in amusement as you throw a quick look over your shoulder, making sure no one has heard your soft sighs. You see the boys making their way back to your table, laughing and talking loudly while their at it. You return your gaze to Mark "Please, let's get out of here."

And now you're here, outside of Marks flat. Said flat-owner is currently busy fumbling with the keys, almost as impatient as you now. When he finally unlocks the door you stumble in, almost tripping as you quickly remove your shoes and jacket. You're not sure where on the floor it ends up because finally Marks hands are on you, all over you.

He pushes you against the wall. Greedily squeezing the plush flesh of your ass, gripping your waist, tugging at your top as he mumbles "off". And you obey, immediately of course, so eager to finally feel his body against yours, just skin on skin. Your lips connect in an open-mouthed kiss, teeth colliding as you manage a small "y-you too". Marks shirt accompanies your top and jacket somewhere on the floor and you can't decide between leaning back to admire his body or leaning in for another kiss, cause God, this man is a work of art; every inch of skin, every muscle, every single bone so beautifully carved and chiseled. But he wastes no time as he dives in to kiss your neck, nibbling at the skin, rolling it slightly between his pretty, sharp teeth. You mewl and squirm, perhaps in pain but surely in pleasure too and your pretty sounds spur Mark on further. A groan is ripped from his throat. "What was with you tonight? You were all over me.." he mumbles into your neck. He nudges your legs apart with his knee. "Ready to let me touch you in front of everyone. Bet you'd love that, me fingering you right there under the table. So fucking needy, God..." And you just nod, only managing a soft whine in response. His hand makes it's way up your thigh and you gasp once, twice as his digits move closer to your core, throbbing by now. And it may seem a little dramatic of you to behave like this, to be so ridiculously responsive, but you've been craving this for hours and Mark knows this. Still he has to roll his eyes and mutter "I'm not even touching, calm down." As his hand moves up, up finally just ghosting his fingers over your center. "Jeez, you're fucking soaked." He murmurs, the grin on his face evident in his voice. And a string of pleas spills from your lips as you're close to desperation now, begging for him to finally give you what you need. Suddenly Mark abruptly removes his hand and you let out a confused whine when he spins you around and pushes your chest flush against the wall, back arched. And you're a little breathless because Mark just manhandled you like that and now he's lifting your skirt as you hear him unzip his pants and you let out a relieved sigh because finally, he'll give you what you've been waiting for. 

You moan when he presses up against you. You feel his erection against your ass and instinctively you push back even further against him, desperate noises falling from your lips. He tangles his hand in your hair as he mumbles praises in your ear, telling you how beautiful you look, filthy promises of how good he'll make you feel as he grinds up against you. And you can't take it anymore, all this teasing. "Mark, please just fuck me.." You manage, a little surprised by yourself as you're usually shy with expressing these things verbally. And he chuckles in your ear as he starts sliding your panties down your legs, you're quick to help him, rushed hands fumbling with the piece of fabric now soaked with your essence. You spread your legs wider, arch your back further and you can't help but moan when he dips a finger between your folds. And he groans in approval of how wet you are, how ready you are for him. Suddenly he plunges two long digits into your core and you gasp, so very sensitive. Your body's on fire, and you moan loudly when he starts thrusting his fingers into you. He whispers right in your ear "You look so fucking pretty right now, begging to be fucked. God you'll feel so good around my cock." His words make you shudder and would want to tell him to just get on with it then, but right now you're not really able to form a sentence. 

His fingers are replaced with the blunt head of his cock and you try to push back against him, but he tuts and holds you in place. Runs the tip between your folds, collecting your juices that are almost dripping down your legs right now. "P-please.." You beg and at last he complies; pushing his lenght into you all the way, your lips falling apart in a silent moan. He stays there for a moment and you gasp, so overwhelmed with the feeling of him stretching you out, of him filling you. You can feel how he's throbbing and twitching inside of you as he snakes an arm around your body, kneading the soft flesh of your breast.

You're writhing before him, just able to take it as he thrusts into you. He hisses when he feels you clench around him, thrusting into you even rougher. Your moans are accompanied with the obscenely errotic sound of skin slapping together and the wet sounds when his cock enters your center repeatedly. "You're so wet, baby. Take my cock so well." He praises, voice husky and dark with lust. 

You're a mess as he fills you again and again and it's almost too much, the way he fucks into you, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars with every thrust and you writhe before him, barely able to hold yourself up. You could be embarrassed, because you're already so close to coming but frankly you don't care because Mark is taking you apart with his cock right now and judging by his moans and the rhythm of his hips, he's getting close as well. 

He tilts his hips, just changing the angle of his thrusts slightly and your lips falls open at that, eyes wide and almost rolling back because you can really feel it now. Your orgasm is approaching quickly and you beg him to "Please, keep going. God, right there." So desperate to reach your high. Mark can tell by your breathless voice and the way you're squirming. "Yeah, you feel good baby? Are you gonna cum?" And you just manage a small "yeah" before your voice wobbles into a whine. Your mind goes blank as your orgasm is punched into you. Completely lost in pleasure, your legs shake and you moan uncontrollably, body thrashing as Mark holds you still while he keeps fucking you through it. "Oh yeah, baby, just like that." he murmurs in your ear. And you're slack in his arms now as he plunges his length deep inside of you, one hand thrown around your waist. The other tangled in your hair, yanking your head back roughly, and you know he's about to come undone too because he only let's himself get this animal when he's close to desperation. He thrusts harshly a few more times before spilling his cum inside of you. You feel how his cock twitches as his hot seed coats your clenching walls. He groans into your neck and you whimper and sigh at that. Leaning your head back against his shoulder, a blissful look on your face as Mark squeezes you tightly.

[citrinekay]

I've had a prompt rolling around in my brain the past couple of days, I keep thinking of Holden's car breaking down in the rain, and he has to make his way to a payphone, and he calls Bill, because he doesn't know who else to call. I keep thinking about Bill being worried he'll get sick because he's soaking wet. Sorry if this is disjointed sending asks gives me anxiety >>

Nothing to worry about at all, hon. This makes perfect sense to me! Here you go, hope you enjoy 💕

Holden’s father had instilled a healthy respect for car maintenance in him from a young age, and he considers himself a responsible person when it comes to his possessions; but some things just can’t be foreseen. There were no warning signs, no little lights popping up on his dash to tell him that something was wrong, but still, as his car sputters out on the side of the road, he figures this is somehow his fault. 

It’s late evening on a Friday, the ragged conclusion of a long week out of state on consult. It’s no more than a thirty minute drive between the airport and his apartment, but his little Nova, which up until this very moment had been trustworthy and faithful, couldn’t make it that far. On top of everything else, it’s raining. Not a mist or a drizzle, but a deluge that rolls from the rumbling sky in unrelenting gusts that don’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.

 As the engine clicks and dies on the gravel shoulder of the road, Holden leans his forehead against the steering wheel to brace back a wave of tearful dismay. Not only does he usually leave car repair up to knowledgeable professionals, but he’d also been looking forward to crawling into his own bed after an arduous week spent tracking down a pedophile and murderer. 

A rift of anger rises up from his sudden despair, and he leans back to strike the wheel with the heel of his hand. 

“Fuck!” The curse chokes from his throat, punctuating the steady drum of rain against the metal exterior of the car. 

He breathes heavily into the silence for a long moment until the initial rush of panic and alarm fades. He tries to think clearly about his options. He should call someone. But who? It’s much too late for shops to be open, and he doesn’t want to call the police department and create a scene. He could call a cab, but that might take awhile. And before he can pursue any of those options, he has to find a phone to even call from first.

Holden rubs his tired eyes, and scans the street. 

He knows where he is. Just think … Payphone. The corner of Mission Street and Jackson Road. Two blocks away. 

“Fuck.” Holden says, aloud, again. 

He’s exhausted, and he doesn’t want to walk two blocks in the pouring down rain; but what other choice does he have?

Gathering his collar up around his neck, Holden draws in a deep breath, and shoulders his way out of the vehicle. The rain is coming down so hard that he’s almost instantly soaked, his hair drenched and plastered to his head, his trench coat barely concealing his shivering body from the biting gust of cold wind and stinging droplets. 

For a moment, he thinks about climbing back into his car and waiting it out, but he doesn’t want to face the possibility of the rainstorm persisting through the night. Putting his head down, he trudges away from his car in the direction of Jackson Road. 

The shoulder of the street is washed out in the rain, creating a treacherous obstacle course of sliding gravel, loosened rocks, miry sludge, and muddy puddles, two of which he manages to step directly into. It’s difficult to see with his eyes squinting shut against the driving rain and the scarce streetlamps lining this particular strip of deserted asphalt. 

If his car had broken down just two blocks later, he would have been in a much better position. There’s a tavern and gas station at the intersection along with the payphone, some sign of civilization that this forested stretch of road where he’s abandoned is absent of. 

Holden clenches his jaw and drags his coat more tightly around himself as a fresh clench of frustration seizes his chest. Part of him wants to sit down on the side of the road just to rest his trembling legs, but he pushes on, determined to get to the payphone in as little time as possible. 

Eventually, he approaches Jackson Road, a darkened street of shops with only the neon blow of the tavern sign smudged against the black sky in rain-drizzled reds and greens to light the way. Across the street, the gas station with two sad pumps is illuminated by a few overhead lights that attract more insects than people at this time of night. The phone booth stands like a beacon at the corner of the intersection, interior lit by a single, bare bulb. 

Holden rushes to the payphone, relief washing through his chest. The sliding door protests on rusty, jammed hinges as he grabs the handle, and it takes a few forceful pulls to get it open far enough for him to slip inside. 

The steady, cold patter of rain on his cheeks cuts off abruptly as he stumbles into the glass enclosure. Bracing a hand against one wall, he draws in a shuddering breath and tries to subdue the bone-deep, chilled shiver running through his body. 

His relief lasts bare seconds. Now what?

Turning to the pay phone, Holden tucks his hand in his pocket to search for coins. As he sorts out the quarters, he bites anxiously at his lower lip. The booth has no telephone book, and he doesn’t know any numbers for a cab off the top of his head. Nervously jostling the quarters in his hand, he glances down at his watch. 

10:35. Christ, it’s late. 

Holden presses his eyes shut as a solution rises in the back of his mind. He can feel rain dripping from his hair and sluicing down his cheeks, absorbing through his clothes to chill his skin. His belly shudders from deep inside and his feet hurt, cold and miserable from the long walk in the storm. He’s stranded, and he doesn’t have any other choice. 

Shoving aside his nerves, Holden feeds the quarters into the narrow slot and listens to them fall to the bottom with a metallic clatter. He picks up the phone, and slowly dials the number he knows by heart. 

As he listens to the shrill ring of the phone, he feels a sudden wave of emotion crawl up the back of his throat. He’s thinking rapidly and all at once: Please pick up. Please don’t be mad. Please help me. And finally: Well, this is just fucking pathetic, isn’t it? 

The phone rings six times, and he thinks about hanging up. He could call the operator and get a cab service. He could call the police and they would be more than happy to send someone out - it’s their job after all. His anxiety is about to overwhelm him when the repetitive tone cuts off, and the line rustles with movement.

“Hello?” Bill’s voice is muted and raspy with confusion. 

“Bill.” Holden says, pressing his eyes shut. His cheeks flush with heat that competes with the chill of the rain. 

“Holden?” Bill’s sleepy confusion quickly breaks out into concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m sorry it’s late. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“What’s going on?”

“I, um … I just got back into town, and my car broke down, if you can believe it.” Holden says, a nervous chuckle rising from the back of his throat. 

“Oh, man, talk about shit luck. Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. I just …”

“Where are you?”  

“Well, my car broke down back on Ellis, but I’m at the payphone at Mission and Jackson.”

“Shit, it’s raining cats and dogs. I hope you didn’t walk all that way.”

“How else would I have gotten here?”

“Jesus, you must be freezing.” Bill says, his tone taking on a note of worry. “Stay inside. I’m on my way.”

“Thanks. And I’m really sorry about this. I know it’s late and it’s an inconvenience and-”

“Don’t worry about it. Now the sooner we get off here the sooner I can come pick you up.”

“Right.”

“Okay, stay put. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Okay. Thanks, Bill.”

“Yep.” Bill says, quickly, before hanging up. 

Holden puts the phone down, and leans back against the cold glass partition. Relief surges through his chest at the prospect of not having to walk one more foot in the rain, but despite Bill’s eagerness to help, he’s still anxious. Ever since Atlanta, they’ve been walking around on egg-shells with each other. Holden doesn’t want to intrude on Bill’s privacy as he goes through his divorce, and Bill seems too focused on his own problems and work to regard Holden’s tenuous grasp on his panic disorder. He’d never wanted to be a nuisance or create problems he couldn’t solve on his own. He’d never wanted to be babysat, or for anyone to think he needed supervision - but apparently he had; and now he’s facilitating yet another situation that Bill is required to pull him out of. He wants to pick the phone back up and call just to say “You’re not mad about this, are you?” But Bill has probably already left the house. 

Drenched and shivering, Holden cowers in the phone booth for the next fifteen minutes until he sees Bill’s car through the smudged pane of glass. 

Bill pulls up at the curb, and climbs out of the car. Rain dampens his hair and the shoulders of his trench coat as he pulls a blanket out of the passenger’s seat and carries it across the sidewalk to where Holden is slipping out of the booth. 

“Thanks for coming.” Holden says, blinking against the surge of rain. “You brought me a blanket?”

“Yeah. Jesus, look at you.” Bill says, his brow pinching with worry as he unfurls the blanket. 

Lowering his head, Holden revels in quiet disbelief as Bill drapes the blanket around his shoulders, and draws it closed at his chest. 

“Come on, you’re going to catch a cold.” Bill says, his hand bracing against the middle of Holden’s back to lead him towards the car. 

Holden quietly lets Bill guide him to the passenger’s side and hold the door open for him. Slipping into the vehicle, Holden lets out a shuddering sigh of relief at the warm air blasting from the dashboard vents. 

Bill jogs around the hood of the car, and climbs behind the wheel. When he pulls the door shut behind him, the interior falls into silence except for their muted, heavy breathing, and the quiet sound of Holden’s teeth shivering against one another. 

“You okay?” Bill asks. 

“Yeah.” Holden whispers, his voice unsteady with a chilled tremor.

 He slips his eyelids open to peek across the car at Bill. His face is illuminated in the pale light from the dashboard, rain-slick lips pursed into a grim line of worry, his usually perfectly combed hair flattened with the rain. He doesn’t look angry.

“I’m really sorry about this.” Holden whispers, drawing the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “It’s so late-”

“I said not to worry about it.” Bill says, firmly but gently. “Frankly, I’d be more upset if I found out later that this happened and you didn’t call me.”

Holden glances back down at his lap where his numb fingers are white-knuckled around the blanket. It has that foreign smell of someone else’s house lightly concealed by the ashy sting of cigarettes. Abruptly, he feels like crying again. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Bill asks. 

Holden nods, pressing his eyes shut. “I’m just really tired.”

“Okay, let’s get you home.” 

Holden turns his face toward the window where the storm outside continues to rage. The car softly lurches into motion as a tear stings the corner of his eye. He lifts his chin against his cheek to let the emotion absorb into the soft microfiber of the blanket along with the rain. It takes him just as long the drive back to his apartment for him to realize that he isn’t just overwrought or extremely tired, but relieved - as if he’s been holding his breath since Atlanta, waiting for everything to spill over between them, waiting for Bill’s disapproval to come crashing down on his fragile shoulders. It hasn’t come, and apparently it never will; he’s been shadowboxing with lying ghosts. 

At his apartment, Bill shuts off the engine, and climbs out of the car. Holden steps out onto the street on the other side, letting the blanket slide from his shoulders. 

“I’ll walk you in.” Bill says.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Bill circles around the car, his expression determined and unwavering. He waves a finger at the drooping blanket. “Come on, put that back on.”

“It’s yours, I don’t want to take it.”

“You know how long that thing has been sitting in my closet for?” Bill asks, pulling the blanket back up around Holden’s neck. He nods toward the building. “Come on, the blanket is the least of my worries. I don’t want you getting sick.”

Holden doesn’t protest again as Bill leads them across the street to the lobby. He punches in the door code with cold, shivering fingers that he quickly sticks back underneath the blanket when the door unlocks. 

In the elevator, neither of them say a word, but Bill’s hand is tucked loosely against Holden’s lower back. It’s not grabbing or forceful, just resting there almost protectively. When Holden closes his eyes, he can feel the weight of it more than the bone-chilled shivers running all the way to the core of his body. 

Holden leads the way to his door, and drags his keys out of pocket with numb fingers. 

“You should get out of those wet clothes right away.” Bill says, quietly.

Holden nods. “I will.”

“Good. The last thing we need is you catching a cold or pneumonia.”

“Yeah.” Holden mutters, jiggling his key in the lock. 

“Hey,” Bill says, touching his elbow. 

Holden glances up from the lock, and Bill’s eyes are soft in the low light of the corridor, worried and unaccusing. 

“We need you.” He says, “So take care of yourself, okay?”

Holden’s throat tightens, and he nods. Shrugging his shoulders to indicate the blanket, he says, “I’ll get this back to you on Monday.”

“Sure. Keep it if you want.” 

Holden frowns softly as Bill gives him a pat on the back, and moves past him back in the direction of the elevator. 

“Let me know if you need a ride to work on Monday.” He says. 

“Thanks, I will.”

“Okay, see you then.”

Holden stands with his key in the lock as he watches Bill amble down the hall back towards the elevator. A slight smile tugs at his mouth. 

When Bill is out of sight, he gets the door open, and slips into his apartment with a sigh of relief. 

First, he drapes the blanket over the arm of the couch, and takes off his wet clothes. When he’s in clean, dry pajamas, he goes into the kitchen to boil water for tea, and as the kettle warms, shuffles into the living room where the discarded blanket is lying. Picking it up, momentarily holds it to his nose, and closes his eyes as he inhales the lingering, warm smell underneath the rain. If he washes it, that scent will be gone. 

Carrying the blanket into his bedroom, Holden uses clothespins to hang it from the curtain rod to dry. Faint light from the streetlamp filters through the microfiber, casting a soft, pinkish glow across his room. The cold in his bones is almost entirely melted away, and he feels warm again. 

[jean-kayak]

Anon request: Can I request hc’s of Issei, Ushijima, Akaashi, and Suna with a black gf that’s just gifted with da thickness? Not only does she have ass, boobs, and thighs for dayzzz but she got that wap AND gives that double twist gwak gwak thotty throat soul slurp 4000. Sis feels so good, that they would propose to her the minute they nut (regardless if they dated for a week or month).

Characters: timeskip!Matsukawa Issei, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Akaashi Keiji, Suna Rintarou

A/N: Lmao, anon, this request made me laugh, but here it is, and I’m sorry that it took so long, but i hope you like it and i hope it did good enough

🐴 This man thought he was gonna fall over the first time he saw you

🐴 He's always been a chill, smooth guy but you definitely had him off his game the first few times the both of you talked

🐴 But once he finally got to know you, he was back to being his confident self

🐴 When you started dating, he was definitely the luckiest man in the world and no one could give him a run for his money

🐴 Now your body??? He never knew which part to love the most, all of you was thicc (with multiple c's)

🐴 He watches your ass constantly. Can't take his eyes off based on the fact of how much it moves just from you walking

🐴 He'll always find a way to make you bend over, or whenever you do, his eyes are on you, watching your every move

🐴 Loves playing with your boobs and loves holding them in his hands, with barely fit in the palm of his hand

🐴 Will lay on top of you and lay his face on your chest, and this is one of his favorite ways to tease you, mouthing over the nipple through the fabric while his hand rubs over the other one

🐴 You had already floored him by how amazing you looked, but the first time you gave him head? Man thought he was in another world

🐴 He tried to warn you saying that he was massive, but you just brushed him off, taking all of him into your mouth, and he lets out a guttural moan at the sight

🐴 He busts so fast, your tongue swirling all around his length as you bop your head faster and faster. He feels his orgasm run through his body, and he almost passes out from how hard he cums

🐴 And he thought he came fast when you were sucking him off? Nothing compares to when he has sex with you

🐴 He thought you felt amazing around his fingers, so tight and hot, and you were already soaking the sheets with your slick

🐴 But when he slides into you, he almost busts before he even bottoms out, and he has to physically refrain himself from cumming so fast

🐴 He bucks into you, watching where your bodies are connected and he can't help but groan at how much of your slick is on his dick

🐴 Every thrust inside of you seems to trigger another wave of wetness until there's no more resistance and the squelching sounds are the loudest noise in the room

🐴 He cums way too fast than he normally has, his body going rigid at the same time it goes limp, falling on top of you as he shoots his seed inside of you

🐴 "Holy fuck," he slurs, his chest heaving and his heart feeling like it's going to beat out of his chest

🐴 "Good, huh?" you tease, and he nods eagerly

🐴 "I'm fucking marrying you."

🌾 He couldn't really tell at the game because of the clothes you were wearing at the time, but then he saw you in some regular clothes when he ran into you while out with Tendou, and he physically froze in the hallway

🌾 Tendou was the main reason why you both finally got together, introducing the two of you after one of their games

🌾 You walked up to them, and he couldn't even form a coherent sentence to keep the conversation going, focusing on how amazing your body was

🌾 He couldn't help but run his eyes down your figure, your words just muffled as he tries to focus his attention elsewhere, but fails horribly

🌾 He's usually oblivious to the many girls that are into him or think he's very attractive, but the only thing he could think about was you, and when you started dating, you surprised him even more

🌾 The first time he saw you in lingerie, he really thought he felt a noise bleed coming

🌾 His hands ran over your body as he found himself at a loss for words, the white a beautiful contrast to your brown skin, and he can't get over the fact at how plush your thighs are, how round your ass is, not even close to fitting in his huge hands

🌾 You sink down to your knees, and he's broken out of his trance to quickly shove his pants off his legs

🌾 You give him a few strokes, and he moves to put his hand on your head, but once you put your mouth on him, he can't even move

🌾 His hands fall beside him on the bed, as his head falls back on his neck. And he usually doesn't make many noises, but he can't help as they slip out, getting as you suck him with more fervor

🌾 He feels spineless when he cums, a loud groan filling the room as his thighs flex, his orgasm rippling through his body, making his nerve endings stand on end

🌾 And he thought your head game was good? Your pussy was even better

🌾 He had you on your back, and his eyes widen when he pulls down your thong, a huge strand of your slick connecting to the fabric

🌾 When he slides into you, he lets out the loudest moan he's ever let out, trying to control himself so he doesn't cum right then and there

🌾 His sounds send another gush of wetness covering his dick, shiny with your juices, and he pumps into you with even more enthusiasm

🌾 You even better than amazing, you feel heavenly, and he doesn't even know what to do with himself, the only thing on his mind is how wet you are and how there's nothing holding him back from thrusting inside of you

🌾 His sounds are just louder than the noises of him pumping in and out of you, and he's never been this loud before but can't help it

🌾 After a few hard thrusts, he's cumming hard and he falls over on top of you, having to crash his hands into the mattress so that he doesn't crush you

🌾 His face is buried in your neck, his hot breath fanning your neck as he tries to calm his heartbeat

🌾 "Are you okay?" you chuckle, rubbing his head

🌾 "Please marry me."

🪶 He thought you were the prettiest person he's ever seen; he couldn't even speak to you without stuttering over his words

🪶 When he first met you, he was a little bit intimidated by you

🪶 But when you started dating, he was over the moon

🪶 He practically worshipped your body, there was so much of you that he didn't know what to do with himself

🪶 You wore thigh highs one time and this man short-circuited, his brain instantly zeroing in the fat spilling over the fabric

🪶 In an instant, he had you on top of him, his face between your legs

🪶 "Shit," he moans when he sees how soaked you are, your folds inches from his face, and he dives in eating you out like it's his last day on Earth

🪶 Your juices soak his face as your huge thighs squeeze around his head, and if this is how he goes out, there's no way in hell he's complaining

🪶 He pulls you closer to his face by your hips, and you're a little worried that you might suffocate him, but he doesn't care, his hands run over your ass before gripping at the thigh highs

🪶 His face is dripping when you cum and he's rock hard in his shorts as wipes his face with his fingers, groaning at your taste

🪶 You go to return the favor, sliding down his body, and he bucks his hips up when you grind against him

🪶 He almost cums the moment you start sucking him off, starting at his angry red tip before pulling all of him into your mouth

🪶 His grip on the couch nearly rips the material as you deepthroat him, and he can't help but watch you as his moans get louder

🪶 He's never had head this good, and he already feels himself on the brink of snapping

🪶 When he cums a second later, his back is arching off the couch as he shudders, his whole body taut

🪶 His head is still running from his high, but he pushes you off of him and now he's on top of you

🪶 When slips inside of you, he feels his orgasm seconds from approaching, and he moans as he tries to wait for you

🪶 When you give him the go-ahead, he's moving, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he fucks you into the couch

🪶 He watches the meat of your thighs jiggle every time your bodies meet, and he digs his fingers into your skin as he tries to hold back for you

🪶 He looks down to see that you're making a wet mess on him, your thighs, the couch, and he can't hold back any longer along with the fact that he's edging himself

🪶 He curls over you when he cums, shouting at how fast and hard his orgasm washes through him, his body shaking

🪶 When he finally gets you to cum, he's falling on top of you. "When are we getting married?"

🦊 There was just so much of you that he couldn't keep his hands off of you, they never literally never left your body whenever you were together

🦊 This man thought that your body was an added bonus to dating you

🦊 He always had you in his lap, his hands moving from your ass to your thighs in a fluid motion

🦊 He always uses your boobs as a pillow, always falling asleep on your chest

🦊 Whenever you're in the car together, his hands are always rubbing your thigh giving it the occasional squeeze

🦊 The first time you give him head is when you're driving around, just killing time, and he pulls into a secluded area, and you're already on him before he even turns the car off

🦊 "Shit, baby, damn," he sighs as he puts his hand on your head, and you lick at the tip before sinking your mouth down on him

🦊 He can't even think about bucking his hips up into your mouth, only focusing on the fact at how amazing your mouth feels around him

🦊 His hand digs into the console as you bop your head faster, the grip on your hair tightening, and when you go deeper, he throws his head back

🦊 It literally felt like you were sucking the soul out of him lmao

🦊 As soon as he cums, he's pulling you into the backseat, and he quickly takes your clothes off

🦊 He just stared at you in awe, his hands running over every part of your body, not even believing that you're his

🦊 He moves his hand down, his knuckles toying at your folds and when he looks down, he scoffs at the fact that you're dripping

🦊 When he fingers you, you're slick is dripping down to his wrist, and it makes him so hard that he makes quick work of lining up to your entrance

🦊 He moans loudly when you slide down on him, your wetness soaking his dick, his balls, and when you're ready, he wastes so time thrusting up into you

🦊 Your boobs hit him in the face with every cant of his hips, and he pulls at one nipple as his hands dig into your hips

🦊 He licks in between them, tasting the saltiness of your sweat before coating them in his saliva

🦊 When he's satisfied, he buries his face in your chest as he works on pulling you down onto him

🦊 He doesn't think he's ever cum this fast, his orgasm hitting him out of nowhere, and he sees stars as he curls forward, holding you so that you don't fall

🦊 He leans back against the seat, pulling you with him, resting his head on his chest as he tries to bring his heart rate back down

🦊 "We're getting fucking married."