#i'm just more worried than anything that it's gonna be hard to manage being overstimulated on this trip

[slippery-minghus]

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[allegra-writes]

"Bright blue ripples"

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, master/sir kink

Just a little blurb cuz I can't get this scene out of my head 💦

"Light of my life, fire of my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want"

Off to the Races - Lana del Rey

"Say it, baby girl" Tom cooed softly against your ear, voice calm and sweet, like he hadn't been torturing you, pushing you to the brink of insanity, blurring the line between pleasure and pain, for almost two hours now. 

As if he wasn't buried balls deep into your tight heat, fucking you raw. 

But no, the bastard wasn't even winded. He was completely under control, as always.

It was unfair.

"Say it, come on" He insisted, "Just three little words, and it'll be over. Just three little words… and master will let you come" 

You dug your fingertips on the sun warmed skin of his shoulders, his back, holding on for dear life as he kept on slamming his hips against yours, railing you into the pool wall. 

You opened your eyes in an effort to clear your mind, to focus on something other than his big cock, thrusting inside you so deep and so hard, that you were sure he was bruising your womb. The bright blue ripples, glistening under the afternoon sun, that he was creating around the both of you with every move, caught your eye. That was exactly the way he was making you feel: wave after wave of pleasure, crashing, growing, amplifying inside you, until you were swept away in the riptide. Until it was hard to breath, useless to fight. You were just too exhausted for that, the only option left was surrendering. 

"I'm sorry, sir" You sobbed, "I'm so sorry"

Tom leaned back, fingers tilting your chin up to look into your hooded eyes and you realized he was only using one arm around your waist to hold you up. It shouldn't amaze you anymore, how strong he was, but it did.

"See, I don't think you are" He tsked, slowing down his movements again, making you whine in complaint, "sorry that you're being punished, maybe. But not sorry for what you did…" 

"No, please, I'm sorry" you begged, "please, sir, let me come"

He chuckled. He loved seeing you like that, his little hellcat, his cold, proud ice queen, reduced to a docile, pleading little kitten. And he was the one to do that to you. No one else but him could tame you, could satiate the hunger within you. 

"I'm not being cruel because I want to, baby girl" Tom explained, thumb brushing away the tears you hadn't realized were falling. "I have to make sure to ingrain the lesson inside that pretty head of yours: Fire is messy, dangerous. I don't want you playing with matches anymore…"

You pouted, petulantly,

"But fire is fun!"

Your boyfriend's face fell, as you realized too late exactly what you had done.

"Did you just "but" me?"

Horrified, you opened your mouth to deny it, to defend yourself, to say anything, but a single stern look from his deep brown eyes was enough to shut you up. His grip around you tightened, as he carried you to the shallow part of the mosaic studded pool. A whine left your mouth as Tom slid out of you and placed you on your feet, the water reaching up to your waist.

"Strip" he ordered, pointing at your white bikini, askew and covering nothing at all already, but you guessed whatever plan he had, he didn't want anything in the way. 

"Lay back, I want you to float on your back" he continued, once your bathing suit was off. You obeyed once again, eyes never leaving his face as he walked around you, disturbing the waters. He seemed to consider for a moment, before grabbing hold of your hip, guiding you closer to the edge of the pool. 

"Hold on" 

Once again, you submissively did as you were told without questioning it, reaching back and grabbing onto the sand colored tile. 

Tom let your hips go, but kept his hands on you, trailing soft caresses from your collarbone, down to your breasts, tearing a moan from your lips when his blunt fingernails catched on your over sensitized nipples. 

"My pretty little girl," he hummed, approvingly, "like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yes, sir"

He cupped his hand under the water, only to later bring it to your chest, watching the droplets fall from his palm to your soft mounds, to the valley between them, catching the sun, glimmering on your skin. 

"My precious girl…" Tom praised, circling you to step back between your legs. He never stopped touching you, massaging your calves, your thighs, stopping a breath away from where you needed him the most.

Your weak sigh made him chuckle,

"Want something, princess? Want me to touch you here?" His index finger finally traced your slit, gathering your wetness, different from the water surrounding you, playing with you, breaching your entrance just a falange, only to withdraw and flick your clit instead. 

"Like it when I play with your pussy too?" He didn't really expect a reply. Luckily, because you didn't think you could have formed words, as he used his index and middle finger to penetrate you at last, wasting no time in searching for that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars. 

"God, look at you… you're so wet, don't even need lube for this. Juicy little cunt" 

He stroke his big, fat cock once, twice, before using the same hand to help guide himself inside you. Without removing the fingers from his other hand. 

You cried out at the feeling, the fullness. He was stretching you to your limit, tearing you in half.

And you fucking loved it.

"You can take it, can't you princess?" It wasn't hard for Tom to realize your cries and sobs were of bliss, "My perfect girl can take everything I give her… Fuck! Taking it so well"

You couldn't have replied even if you had wanted to, you were in ecstasy, weightless, floating, soring. Helpless to the tsunami of sensation as Tom started thrusting again, slow and measured, careful of not hurting you. He was close to bursting himself, but you were his priority, fingertips never stopping rubbing against your g-spot, as your screams grew higher and louder. 

"So fucking tight… my baby needs stretching"

You whimpered. His breathy voice as he talked filth to you was always your undoing.

"So tight… gonna milk me so good…"

He could see the muscles of your entire body starting to lock, "Gonna come for me, baby girl? That's it… you can let go… come for your master" 

You didn't even realize you were holding it until he gave you permission to let go, but when he did, you came immediately, hard, every cell of your body exploding into a million sparks. 

Oxygen deprivation at just the right time could do that to you. 

"Shhhh, you're safe. I got you" Tom's voice was the next thing you were aware of, as he held you close to him with both arms, all of his skin against yours sending you to overdrive as he kept on rocking inside you.

You locked your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, urging him on to go faster and harder. 

"Baby…"

"More" You demanded, "Come inside me… please sir, I want your come"

He growled against your neck, but complied, moving you up and down his shaft, using you to get himself off. 

"Want you to come for me again" He gasped. You shook your head,

"I… I can't"

"You can and you will" His voice broke no arguments as he squeezed you against him tighter, pelvis grinding against your clit. 

"Tom… please, no"

"Oh yeah" he moaned against your ear, "my baby girl has to learn her lesson" 

Your head was too muddled, too confused to decide if you wanted to get closer to the pleasure or further from the pain, but in the end it didn't matter, you were too weak to push him away, anyway. 

"Good girl… isn't it better when you stop fighting? When you just obey?"

You nodded your head minutely, all the answer you could manage, but it seemed to be enough for him. A couple thrusts later, and he was bitting down on your shoulder, releasing deep inside of you, the pulsing of his cock against your overstimulated entrails sending you into climax again.

On shaky legs, he carried you to the steps of the stair of the pool before collapsing on them, with you on his lap.

"God… that was…"

"Amazing" You finished for him, placing a soft kiss on his sweaty forehead. His replying smile was nothing short of ethereal. 

"You were incredible, babe"

"Well, you weren't half bad yourself" Your chuckle died in your throat, as you saw his lips fall. You followed his eyes to the transparent film dressing covering half your right arm, where the gasoline had splashed your jacket and caught fire a few days before, when you had gone against his orders and burnt down the Collucci's place instead of waiting for the boys. 

"I'm sorry" You said, sincerely, "I'll wait for reinforcements next time. I won't act alone again, I promise"

"I know you won't" He deadpaned, "You are off the field for a month" 

"What?? No! Tommy, that's too long!" You complained. He only smirked,

"Don't worry, princess" The mischievous glint in his eyes foretold trouble. For you. "I can keep you entertained until your punishment is over…"

[nanengko]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS —

SOFTDOM!MEIAN X F!READER ♡

notes: 18+ only mdni; thank you @suedebunn​ this is dedicated to you; one-shot about getting to know captain meian in more ways than one

genre: fluff; smut

content: softdom!meian; f!reader; praise; pet name doll; overstimulation; dacryphilia; implied multiple orgasms

words: 960

When you first met your boyfriend, intimidating was the first thought that came to mind. The way he laces authority and command into his voice and his presence during practices has his teammates doing what he asks without a second thought. He isn't only tall, he's burly and strong, making your first impression of him the more menacing. 

Despite all that being true, you had to admit, he was handsome, and the way he seemed to always be in control of everything already had you drawn in. But, after getting to know him, you realized he was surprisingly caring and soft. With you, his words are always sweet.

Every “Don’t worry about a thing, doll. Let me take care of you” has you feeling so looked after. He dotes on you, your well-being a top priority—he really does spoil you. Every embrace he pulls you into always has you crashing into his broad chest with his arms wrapping so protectively around you, leaving you breathless and craving for something more. 

Anything you wanted, he would willingly give- all you needed to do was ask. “Of course doll. But, I hope you know what you’re asking for.” He tells you this as he runs soothing little motions up and down your back, looking down at you with darkening eyes, his underlying words a huge contrast to the soft little touches. 

I'll give you what you want, but answer something for me. You'll stop me when you're uncomfortable, right?” His words leave you squirming in place, your mind flooding in with sweet anticipation. Without hesitation, you're eagerly nodding and a "yes" falls through your parted lips.

"Good girl,” his praise awakening something in you that makes you want to always be good, just for him. "Now, tell me exactly what you want."

The next thing you know, you're riding him, impaling yourself onto his thick cock over and over, your legs so close to giving out. "How're you holding up, doll? This is what you wanted, right?" You had asked to cum, it was what you asked for, but you didn't expect him to expect you to make yourself cum from just this.

"You're doing so well too, I can feel you clenching around my cock. You look so pretty like this." All his praise makes you want to keep going, trying your best to make yourself cum, but you were missing something that would send you right over the edge.

You were covered in a thin layer of sweat and your inner thighs were coated in your arousal. "I c-can't do it. I-I need some help," you managed to breathe out in between pants. You look down at him, desperation written all over your pretty little face. He just looks back up at you, with a smirk.

"Such a needy little thing. Then tell me what you want me to do, doll." You think for a bit, your desire to cum overwhelming any embarrassment you have at his request.

"I want you to fuck me and I want you to make me cum," you say as you wiggle your hips and desperately start to claw at his chest, hoping he could see how much you wanted him.

"Okay, but i'm not going to go easy on you. Lean forward and hold onto my shoulders." The authority in his voice enough to have you listen and follow his orders without hesitation, so you do as you’re told and wait. 

His large hands settle on your hips and he latches on firmly while raising you slightly. You lay your head into the crook of his neck and relax, exhaustion taking over, but that becomes short-lived as he starts to piston into your soaking cunt at an unforgiving pace. The way he works his cock into you has him hitting all your sensitive spots perfectly and you can't help but let out a series of loud gasps. The bedroom fills with lewd noises from his hips harshly slapping against your ass, to your needy moans. You're left a drooling mess and asking for more and more, as he brings you closer and closer. 

“Mmh—you feel so good shugo,” you manage to moan out.

"Atta girl, taking me so well. I can feel you clenching hard around my cock, you're gonna cum real soon, aren't you? Don't worry I'll make sure you do." He adjusts a little and continues at the same pace, his deep grunts echoing in your ear.

You feel every ripple and flex of his muscles as he works to bring you to your desired peak. The pleasure is overwhelming and leaves you in a daze, your grip on his shoulders tighten as you feel yourself approaching. "You sound so pretty too, doll."

He makes a few more quick expert thrusts and you were right there—"Ahh—Shugo!" You scream into his neck, your body writhing from the pleasure, and he continues to fuck you through it all. You’re panting hard, your drool and tears collecting into his neck from the overstimulation. Not once did he break pace and not once did he promise and not deliver. You melt into him, still on your high, but breathing starting to slow as he pushes your hair away from your face.

“Look at me,” he commands and you can do nothing but do as he says. He caresses your cheek with his thumb to brush away a few stray tears as he looks down at you with pure adoration.

"Fuck, you were so perfect. What colour?" He asks you with slight concern.

"Green," you quietly breathe out.

"Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees, face down with your ass up towards me. I'm not done. I told you I wouldn't go easy on you."

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