#the edges of my teeth are sharp bc of all the grinding

[carissime]

Nanami x fem!reader

cw: blowjobs, deep throating, degradation, dry humping/grinding on a shoe (bc I’m a whore and I’d do anything for this man), mentions of getting caught

a/n: I just woke up and was compelled to write this. Watched Thursday’s episode and haven’t stopped thinking about the things I would let this man do to me. Nanami please just give me one (1) chance.

Okay but what about Nanami who’s sitting at his desk trying to finish up some paperwork. Nanami who can’t stand the needy looks you’re giving him, who has already told you to behave yourself because he needs to finish this report tonight and he doesn’t want to stay here a second longer than he has to.

Nanami who finally gives in, pushing his chair back from his desk slightly, and without him even saying anything you can tell by his gaze that he’s giving you permission.

You bolt up from the couch, rounding his desk so quickly it’s a shock you don’t slam your hip into the corner of it.

(It’s not a shock, Nanami covers the sharp edge with his hand, ever the gentleman despite what he’s about to let you do.)

You’re about to drop down to your knees but Nanami wraps his fingers around your throat, and the wide desperate eyes you’re giving him make him want to forget about this report and bend you over his desk so he can fuck you on top of the goddamn papers that have been keeping him here so long. “Behave,” is all he tells you, and the rough sound of his voice shoots warmth straight to your core as you nod eagerly.

He lets go of you and leans back, watching with half-lidded eyes as your fingers make quick work of his belt and slacks, easing the fabric down just enough to release his cock. Both of you inhale sharply, and he clenches his jaw as you wrap your hand around the base and lean forward to take the tip into your mouth, a quiet hum leaving you as you finally get to taste him, get to feel the weight of him on your tongue.

“Good girl,” he drawls, and then moves his chair forward again, forcing you underneath the desk. “Now stay just like that until I’m done.”

And for a while, Nanami thinks you will, thinks you’ve finally decided to listen to him for once and just keep his cock warm in your mouth with no antics. But then he feels you shift around, feels you kneel on either side of one of his legs—and then stop. Surely you’re just getting comfortable. You press your cheek against his thigh, and he can nearly see the way your eyes flutter shut in contentment.

He gets all of eighty-six more seconds of tranquility before you move again. And this time you don’t stop. This time you reach your hands up to clutch at the fabric of his slacks as you grind and grind yourself down onto his shoe, your neediness finally catching up to you. The whimpers you’re letting out are sending vibrations up his cock that make him grit his teeth and push back from his desk abruptly.

You give him these wide puppy-dog eyes that nearly make him fold, because after all he’s supposed to just keep working while his pretty little girlfriend is on her knees in front of him, skirt fluttering out to settle around your knees, looking like the picture of innocence when really you’re just begging to be fucked like a whore in his office?

“You know that’s not how good girls behave.” His voice is so thick and gravelly that it almost makes you not care, almost makes you climb up on his lap to ride him anyway.

But you don’t, because you are a good girl, but there’s only so far your patience can stretch and he’s been in here for hours working on this stupid fucking report and you would make a mental note to complain to Yaga about post-mission procedures if the look Nanami were giving you right now wasn’t just making your head fuzzy with pleasure.

“Kento, please—” you whine, and he holds a hand up.

“I will give you one more chance, otherwise you’re just going to have to wait until we get home. After I finish my report. After I debrief with Yaga.”

You immediately shake your head. That wasn’t part of the agreement! You want to protest, but you can see that his patience is worn thin, so you keep your mouth shut.

“You’re going to be good?”

And you nod, letting out a small “mhm” and scooting closer on your knees when he beckons you with a curl of his fingers.

Nanami gives you a pointed look and you slowly take him back inside your mouth, your body immediately relaxing again. But then Nanami’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you all the way down until your nose is against his pelvis, pushing past your gag reflex and holding you there even as you choke.

You blink back the tears that are welling up on your lash line, eyebrows scrunched together as you look up at him.

“Grind on me,” he grunts, and it takes all of his willpower not to fuck your throat as the look on your face morphs from confusion to relief and then back to confusion again. “C’mon, you’re so desperate to get yourself off, grind on me while you choke on my cock.”

His words make your eyes roll into the back of your head and you quickly straddle one of his legs again, grinding yourself down onto the top of his shoe and whining at the friction of it through your panties. Your movements quickly become more eager, having to compensate for the layer of fabric that’s blocking out the truly delicious feeling of his shoelaces against your bare cunt.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Nanami groans, his fingers tightening in your hair. “Such a fucking slut, huh? Want me to fuck you in my office where anyone could walk by and hear the filthy little sounds you make, I bet it turns you on so much knowing someone could’ve walked in earlier while you were under my desk sucking on my cock.”

You nod as much as you can with the grip Nanami has on you, looking up at him through lashes that are wet with tears.

“Lift your skirt up, let me see how wet your panties are.” You do ask you’re asked and Nanami groans at the sight of the wet spot darkening the fabric, his hips jerking up and causing him to gasp as your throat tightens around him. “Fucking soaked,” he hisses. “My filthy little whore. Cum for me—you said you were gonna be my good girl, yeah? Be good for me and cum.”

Nanami doesn’t even need to finish his demand before you’re squeezing your eyes shut, gripping your skirt that you’re still so dutifully holding up even tighter as your climax hits you, body shaking with the force of it all.

You fall limp against him, body slumping against his thigh when you come down. And then you go to take a deep breath, moving your head back just slightly until you’re stilled by Nanami’s grip.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stay still while I fuck your throat. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

Literally haven’t stopped thinking about Nanami since Thursday’s ep. Being a Nanami girl has been so good to me. Reblogs & comments always appreciated 🫶🏼

[lilflowerpot]

Hey quick anatomy question if you have time!! I know galra are mammals so it makes sense that kits are born without teeth or very small teeth so that they can nurse, without causing too much pain to their mothers but do galra lose baby teeth? Or do the teeth they first grow just grow stronger and larger and as their skills grow new teeth grow in the back? What do you think? Question inspired bc a saw one of those pics of toddlers/young kids skulls with the adult teeth growing above the baby teeth that hadn’t fallen out yet!

Thanks for answering questions like these I love the lore and learning about galra it’s so fun and interesting. I remember one of the shows creators saying theyd like to explore the blades of marmora more either through a book or separate series. But since the fandom was so batshit and hostile to the show creators I wouldn’t be surprised if they never want anything to do with this media again which is unfortunate. Finding your fic was like a balm for my curiosity bc I’ve always thought the galra were so interesting and it’s sad we didn’t get to learn more about really any of the aliens, would’ve been real fun I think

Ty hope you are well!

So most mammals are born toothless (due to their initial food source being their mother's milk) and will go forth to have two sets of teeth in their lifetime, the first being their baby—or deciduous—teeth as they wean, and their second their permanent adult teeth as they mature. The galra are no exception to this!

So yes, galra kitlings are born toothless and remain that way until they're weaned at around 10 imperial decaphobes—that's right, a full decade!—which, if you're in need of a refresher on galra lifespans, is the human equivalent of 2-3 years old. At this age kitlings begin teething, their first set of teeth making a rapid appearance until they have the full set of 20: twelve incisors, four canines, and four carnassials. These deciduous teeth last them far longer than the human equivalent, as galra children don't typically begin to lose them until early adolescence (~40idp) and their permanent replacements might not finish emerging until young adulthood (~70idp). Eventually, however, they'll find themselves with a truly magnificent set of 32 pearly whites—the same quantity as humans, but with an entirely different distribution.

12 / 12 Incisors: these are the sharp, flat, thin-edged teeth at the front of the mouth used for both grooming, and shearing food. Both kits and adults have twelve of these teeth—eight central incisors at the front of the mouth, four on each row, book-ended by four lateral incisors.

4 / 6 Canines: these are the sharp, pointed, sickle-like teeth that sit next to the incisors—the longest of all the teeth and deeply embedded in the jaw bone, they're designed to grasp and tear tough meat. Kits have four of these teeth, while adults have six, and the additional pair are the largest, situated in the upper jaw next to the lateral incisors.

0 / 6 Premolars: these teeth are larger than both incisors and canines, with many ridges to help chew and grind up food, but do not emerge until adolescence.

4 / 4 Carnassials: the largest tooth in the jaw, these teeth are modified pre-molars—elongated like scissor-blades, and specialised for cutting and shearing meat. These are the only type of tooth that humans do not have an equivalent of, with carnassials on Earth being found in the mouths of carnivorous predators such as dogs, cats, hyenas, and bears.

0 / 4 Molars: larger than all but carnassials, these teeth have a flat ridged surface that serves to chew and grind up food. As with premolars, these teeth do not emerge until adolescence.

[milkycalico]

stares at the wall. i need to upload things here and i could just use ao3 ig but here's an unfinished carvally thing i wrote a while ago that i vageuly talked about before. which. no i probably wont finish it bc I don't really write but whatever

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He was hovering over them, staring them down with his blank eyes and a grin curled on his face. He slowly brings his hand up to their neck and runs his thumb along it, up their chin and against their lower lip. Leaning down and closing the gap between the two of them he presses his lips against them almost softly at first- before his movements become aggressive and he slides his tongue into their mouth.

Underneath him, they huff and squirm slightly out of embarassment- they've been intimate with this man before, but every time he crawls on top of them they can't help but shudder. He's incredibly controlling when they're intimate- which they really enjoy of course, but its always the anticipation that gets them riled up. After his tongue is wrestling with theirs they start gasping for air and gripping at his open shirt. Periodically, they have to pull away from his aggressive mouth to gasp for air and let out a small whine calling his name.

"Carver-"

He shuts them up quickly by pressing his mouth against theirs again, his one hand once again by their neck. Though this time the hand is choking them, it's not enough to make them gasp for air, but its enough for them to know and be aware that he's in control right now and he will not let up. Carver's free hand begins trailing elsewhere on their body, it moving in a spreading motion on their breast before suddenly grabbing it and taking a sharp inhale while doing so. As his hand wanders down their torso to their stomach he pushes their sweater up, expsoing the fact that they only had underwear on underneath it. He grins at this fact even though he knew about it prior- he knew his little partner was always ready for him whenever he wanted and he reveled in that.

Continuing to grip at his shirt they spread their legs open slightly wider and lift their waist up to get closer to him. He definitely noticed.

Breaking the kiss momentarily he taunts them slightly. "Eager tonight, aren't you?" he lets out a deep rattling chuckle "If you aren't patient-" his now open palm running down their stomach before reaching the edge of their underwear "I'll just have to draw this out all night long~ And-" over their panties he runs two of his fingers between where their hungering lips lie "I will. Deny you." He gives them another strong, deep kiss. "Is that clear, guinea pig? …or should I say, Tally~" He bites on their lower lip and tugs slightly before kissing them again one more time before pulling away and licking his lips.

Tally begins to slightly grind against the fingers that are pressed against their underwear, wanting more but being too shy to vocalize it. "..Carver.. please.." they let out a little whine again, which gets his attention. "Hmm? Do you want something? You know you need to use your words-" his grip on their throat tightens "…or else i'll have to use other methods to get you to vocalize~"

Loosening his grip on their throat momentarily he moves his hand away and proceeds to pry Tally's hands of his shirt- then pinning them above their head. "Sing for me, love-" sliding his hand down their underwear his leather gloves press against their slick enterance and he laughs "So eager… you're so pitiful under me." his two fingers spread apart, and Tally lets out a gasp and bucks their hips upward in response "It's not even my skin touching you and you're a bloody mess." He uses one of his fingers to rub against their clit before moving it down and teasing their needy hole. Carver exhales heavily and hovers his mouth over theirs "How badly do you want this, hm?"

He bares his teeth as he gives them a wide grin.

[lilithbasically]

Pro HeroesxReaderw/BigThighs

I've been drinking and this is purely self-indulgent. I will not apologize for it.

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Face-sitting, daddy kink, use of (Princess, Little One, Doll, Baby, Mami, Angel), biting, oral (f&m receiving), thigh slapping/spanking, thigh riding, thigh fucking, smidge of degradation and praise, little bit of bondage, mention of dacryphilia, edging, quirk play

W.C.: 1K

In order: Dynamight (Bakugo), Red Riot (Kirishima), Deku (Midoriya), Shoto (Todoroki, S.), Cellophane (Hanta), Chargebolt (Kaminari)

Info: Reader has big thighs. Strong, cellulite, plush, and grabbable. Who could resist? Def not the following men.

I got a little carried away with Deku's 😗

💥 Dynamight

-Will not tolerate pants in the house. Absolutely the fuck not.

-"Why the fuck you trying to hide from me for?"

-Wanna sit next to him on the couch?

-Nope

-Whether you're at a friend's house, your own, or your family's, this man has you in his lap. Squeezing and kneading at your thighs as he subtly grinds his length against your ass

-When he wants to eat you out? (Which is all the time) All this man does is pinch your thighs, knowing you'll go to the closest unoccupied room and wait for him.

-Don't get it twisted, Bakugo could die between your thighs a happy man. And he eats you for his pleasure so...hellooooo overstim

-Moaning into your dripping cunt when he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm.

-Thighs squeezing around his head, walls fluttering, lapping at your clit as he finger fucks you through your release.

-"That's fuckin right, Princess...crush Daddy...good fuckin girl"

-Squeezing your thighs while biting and sucking, leaving marks all over the inner side

-Mating press? YUP. Holding your plush thighs hard enough to leave bruises for days as he pounds into you

🪨 ��� Red Riot

-The first time he saw your thighs spilling over some thigh high socks, mans about passed out

-When y'all started dating? Pssshhhhh his hands almost never leave your thighs

-Fucking you against walls? Definitely a top favorite position because he gets to support you by holding and kneading your thighs

-Like Bakugo, he loves eating you out.

-BUT he will only do it with your legs on his shoulders, thighs sitting flush against his neck

-Obviously into choking because he almost cums every time your thighs squeeze the sides of his neck when he shoves his tongue into you

-He knows you love it when he hardens his fingers and drags them down your thighs

-He also loves that you love when he sinks his sharp teeth into the plush skin

-"Mmmm...love your thighs, Little One..." as he slaps them to see the cute jiggle

-Will have you ride his thigh so he can feel one of yours rubbing against his cock. Definitely humps into it in time with you bc "Daddy just wants to cum with his Little One"

-Will constantly have his head in your lap when on the couch or lounging in bed

-If not his head, definitely a hand, squeezing and kneading mindlessly

🥦 Deku

-Thigh fucker. Will not be taking criticism.

-It was supposed to be a one time thing between the two of you. A particularly rough mission left you both frustrated and what better way to get rid of that than to fuck it out?

-Pulling his cock from your mouth, he lays you on a bench, putting both your legs on one shoulder

-Letting a line of spit drip from his lips to his dick, he inserts himself between your thighs, wrapping his arms around them to keep them tight

-He definitely activates his quirk as he thrusts against your slit, using your slick as lube, letting the tip of his cock rub over your clit with every thrust.

-All it takes is feeling your pussy drench his dick as you cum for him to fall over his own edge, covering your thighs in thick white ropes.

-"Fuck, Doll...need you again...miss your thighs squeezing my cock"

-Needless to say, it didn't stay a one time thing.

❄️🔥 Shoto

-Another thigh fucker.

-Except, he likes to do it from the back because as much as he loves your thighs, he loves to see the jiggle flow from your ass down your thighs just as much.

-Rope. This man will definitely tie your legs together to make sure he can use you exactly how he wants.

-Definitely puts a bullet vibrator against your clit just to make sure he gets to feel your slick surround his dick as it drips down your thighs

-Spanking, spanking, spanking

-The entire time his cock plunges between your thighs, he's spanking you. Your ass and thighs WILL be red and sore. Lightly activates his quirk every few slaps just for a little more spice

-"Daddy...please..." you whimper out. "Awww...is my poor little slut too sensitive? Too bad, baby. I'm nowhere near done with these delicious fucking thighs"

💛🖤 (v upset there's not a tape emoji) Cellophane

-The first time the idea popped in his head was when you got an injury to your thigh and it had a line of gauze wrapped around it. Squishy thigh spilling over the edges, he was obsessed and on a new mission.

-He HAD to see you taped up for him to use as he pleased.

-So now here you are, his tape wrapped around your body, focusing mainly on your legs, completely spread out before him.

-"Mmmm, mami, you look so fucking good like this..." as he runs his fingers over the tape on your thighs, feeling the little bump of skin bulging over the edges.

-Wants to watch you fuck yourself while he strokes his cock and kneads, slaps, and pulls at your thighs until he cums all over them and your pussy

-Definitely makes you sit on his face. "Nu uh, Mami...all the way down" as he pulls your thighs down to sit flush against the sides of his face so he can devour your cunt

⚡️ Chargebolt

-Man's a pervert. He's definitely into thigh fucking too but what he loves the most?

-Feeling them tremble and shake just as you approach your climax.

-That being said, he's hella into edging.

-Loves seeing you cry too, begging for release. But, he just can't help himself. How could you not understand? Your strong, beautiful thighs trembling for him? How could he not edge you?

-Oh, god and when he activates his quirk just a little to send consistent jolts from your thighs to travel to your clit, making you clench your thighs.

-"Oh, Angel, I know you wanna cum but I love seeing you shake for me..."

-Has absolutely cum without you touching him at all because he loves seeing you fall apart that much

[unohanadaydreams]

I really just wanna sit on kenny's face with his massive hands around my waist 👉👈🥺

omfg his fucking hands. he’s so huge. 6′7 and built like a fucking brick wall.

Features: Smut, 69, biting, blood, bruising, and Big Hands. <3 this shit is not edited bc i wrote it in a haze bc omfg.....Kenpachi with his massive hands around your waist....

Like, even when you’ve been nervous about it, you’ve never doubted Kenpachi could handle the weight of you on top of him. He’s huge, built for war against hollows over triple his size. And Kenpachi plays like he goes to battle.

The way he can lift you onto his face, like your weight means less than a sword, and slide you into position with his hands spanning your waist and hips already has you shivering.

There’s no amount of circling your hips that will change his pace or urge him to hurry. Kenpachi lifts you and nips at your thighs for trying. He’s always been one to savor, to draw things out until you’re worked up--as eager as he is to engage.

He isn’t dumb; he knows the difference between battle and sex. But, Kenpachi never gets the battles he deserves, they’re always too far and few between. You, however, are so close by. So available.

The wet of his spit and your desire wet his face more thoroughly than sweat and your cries are louder in his ears than the bellows of his subordinates during training. His heart beats fast, hands gripping you tight, like he might be able to fully sink into you. To keep this moment going longer than it will. Your body and his dancing in the same strides, wanting an ending without wanting everything to end.

You grind down on his face, close to collapsing forward, and your hands fist over his fingers, chasing that molten heat his tongue is so, so, close to releasing. Even when he goes slow, Kenpachi is intense, taking your breath and better sense. You still encourage him with shaking thighs clenching his head harder and a broken voice calling loud enough to reach his muffled ears.

Despite your best efforts, you’re still just on the edge, his long tongue taking advantage of your sore clit and the smooth, puffy line of your pussy. You’re so worked up, you feel him grazing your heart beat in between his teasing swirls inside of you, his tongue too tactile to be dragged deeper than he wants, no matter how firmly you clench down on him.

Falling over, your hands scramble for the large tent wetting his hakama. Kenpachi’s hands are still firm on your waist and your bending makes you wheeze.

But maybe, maybe if you just push him a little. He’ll give. He hardly gives anything to anyone but your hips are bucking like you’re being zapped, the electricity of your pleasure driving you to try.

Moaning over his cock, you skip any gentle teasing and suck with hollowed cheeks, taking as much as your throat will allow. His hold on your body slides down, until the meat of your hips are squished between his fingers enough to hurt. Your hands on his thighs, the only thing holding you up, keeping you from choking on the girth of his cock, almost give as his tongue probes into your pussy.

The sensation is too intense to give anything back, all of your focus tangled between his mouth and your hands on his thighs. You’re just moaning on his cock while his tongue wriggles and smooths over your fluttering walls. He’s still teasing the high out, prolonging your tight muscles from gaining their sweet release.

Your spit trails down his cock and soaks his hips as you keep his hard length in your mouth through it all. The vibrations of your words and the licking of your tongue trying to form words around him are all you can offer in your stupor.

The tip of his tongue is circling that spongy patch of nerves that draw your pussy tight around him, walls clenching so fast that it’s almost one long squeeze, his long fingers crushing your body against him.

Tears pricking your eyes, you cry as he leaves you empty, and choke as he gives your clit one small nip before sucking soundly, your pussy squeezing nothing as you come in one hard moment that sparks again, and again, and again.

Hands skimming back up, he pulls you away from suckling on his cock and sets you on the bed, your waist feeling bruised as you lie, exhausted, on the cool sheets. Still, your hips haven’t quit twitching and the sight of his dark and bobbing cock urges you to sit up.

“I want to take care of you too,” you insist, your voice a soft rasp.

Kenpachi grins, the edges of his lips splitting his face as he splits your legs to hang open. “Naaaah, I think I’ll do it myself and watch you squirm some more.”

The wet on his face slides down his chin and drips to your chest, making you shiver. He settles between your legs, kneeling, one of his hands spread over you stomach as his other slides up and down his cock.

His eyes sharp, he drinks you in as fully as he did with you writhing on his face. Edging himself to the sight of you wanting to rush him again. Whining for him to come closer. Come inside. Wanting more, despite the tired droop of your eyes.

It’s nice how insatiable you get. How thoroughly you ignore when you’ve been beat. You sit up, biting at his arm, your hands trying to tug the hard lines of Kenpachi’s stomach closer, to slip down and take his cock in your own hold.

He cums, chest rumbling, as you fight him, your teeth breaking skin in your frustration.

He likes that. Likes that his big hand pushing you back down, his other arm raising so he can lick the blood you’ve drawn, doesn’t stop you from trying further.

Kenpachi leans down, kissing his blood in between your lips, and your legs catch around his hips, meeting over his back. Because you always want to keep going, just as much as he does.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

ok but in all fairness if anthrorry did 🥛in his pants during a make out session with lit student y/n it would be justified bc who wouldn’t if they had a bad bitch wearing fishnets and a low cut shirt on their lap. it would be a compliment me thinks

TRUE NO ONE WOULD COME OUT OF THAT ALIVE

Also imagine her wearing a fitted cardigan tucked along the rim of her skirt and halfway through kissing, she pulls back a bit and begins unbuttoning it slowly, pouting up at him as she murmurs against his lips. “I’m getting really hot in this thing. Is it okay if I take it off?”

And he can tell she doesn’t have anything underneath because after unclasping the first few buttons, he can see the lace-lined edge of her bra peaking out, so obviously his first instinct is to say no to save his sanity. But his hormones outweigh his logic, and all he can do is tongue over his swollen lips as his eyes flicker back up to her sultry hooded own, shifting against the sheets to relieve some of the teasing weight she’s placed against his crotch. He swallows thickly, biting back a wince as she pops another button temptingly, and now he has a decent view of the balconette bra she’s sporting, which is a piece meant to accentuate volume and test his restraint. He would know, considering it happens to be his favorite type of lingerie. He also knows that she knows that.

Before he can gather the strength to steel his resolve, his body is acting of its own accord, causing him to nod numbly as a response to her request.

“Y’sure? Don’t wanna make you,” Y/N pauses for a moment as she grinds down harder against his lap, his labored breathing audibly throttling in his parched throat as he feels heat burst inside his stomach. She flutters her lashes at him innocently, adding more honey into her tone as she finishes the sentence. “Uncomfortable or anything.”

Harry can barely choke out a reply, his accent strained and raspy as his fingers dig into the supple fleshy bits of her waist. “God, you’re making this so fucking hard.”

“I would hope so.” She quips arrogantly, glancing down symbolically to where their bodies are currently rutting against each other at a gradual, rhythmic pace. “Or else you’d probably have to get tested for erectile dysfunction, all things considered.”

Harry ignores her dumb joke, his gaze tracing the curves of her chest as she drags the fabric of the cardigan lower down her shoulders, exposing more of her skin in a seductive display meant to rile him up further. There’s a desperate, whimpering undercurrent behind his next breathy confession. “Can barely keep my shit together around you, y’know that? You drive me fucking insane.”

“How cute.” She murmurs in a mocking fashion, leaning forward to place wet kisses along the slope of his sharp, clenched jaw. Her voice comes out as a hushed whisper full of self-assured smugness, her warm breath cascading down his neck and making every crevice of his being itch with longing. It takes every last ounce of self-control not to pin her down to the bed and fuck her until she can barely form his name. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Harry feels like his lungs are bound to collapse any second now.

Y/N coasts her damp mouth up to his flushed ear and takes the lobe between her teeth, biting down until he begins to squirm and whine. She pools a cocky giggle along the shell, which tapers into a conceited hum when she feels him twitch between her thighs. One of her hands perches along the dip of his jugular, and his entire nervous system lapses when he feels her fingers suddenly begin to tighten around his bobbing throat. The shock from her brazen move leaves him speechless, and what she utters next makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull in a moment of raw helplessness and sheer need.

“Do you, baby? Do you moan my name when you play with yourself?”

The only motion Harry can muster is a choppy nod, which results in his fogged glasses riding down the bridge of his nose. He’s much too distracted right now to fix them, and even if he wanted to, he doubts he still possesses the ability to lift his hands to do so. Every single one of his limbs feel like their bones have been replaced with lead, and trying to use one would be as logical as trying to lift a bus. Especially when Y/N’s grip closes tighter, her nails staining his already bruised neck.

Her words echo in his head, the degrading air behind them instilling a boiling deep in the pit of his abdomen. “I bet you fuck yourself and pretend it’s me. Bet you cum all over your stomach and wish it was my face, don’t you, H?”

Fucking hell, when did she get so fucking bold? Harry knows Y/N has no problem being assertive— she’s probably one of the most unapologetic people he’s ever met— but he didn’t think her to be so…dominant, given her generally quiet nature and mellow aura. She’s always been crude and blunt and blasé— a perfect mirror of his own habits— but even when she’s spewing atrocities and outwitting him in banter, she’s always held an underlying vein of compliance towards him. He’s always held the upper hand in their sexual tension, or so he thought. Or so she let him think, because now here she is, muttering utter filth into his ear with her palm around his airway, toying with him like a doll. She’s left his head throbbing (amongst other things), and he hates how much he loves it.

Harry exhales shakily, meeting her authoritative gaze, her irises bright with satisfaction and arousal. He can tell she adores leaving him so defenseless, and it would startle him if it wasn’t so fucking hot. Harry clears his throat roughly, and the croak that escapes him is just as pitiful as his fidgeting, if not more. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Is that right?” She hisses against his temple, nudging along his pulse with the tip of her warm nose as she rocks her hips against his faster. “So you stroke your cock and picture my lips around the tip instead?”

Harry’s answer puffs past his lips in a tight huff, his lashes fluttering shut in bliss. “Yes.”

“And you grind against your pillow and fantasize about being between my thighs?”

The pads of his digits grasp her waist harder, his joints aching from the exertion as his jaw falls open in a silent moan. “Every fucking night.”

“Do you daydream about it, too?”

His head falls back against the wooden headboard, veins chiseling their way down his throat as a pathetic groan hinges along the cracks of his teeth. “All the time.”

“All the time?”

“What can I say?” He remarks snarkily, his eyes flickering open to look down at her over the crests of his defined cheekbones, all in an attempt to maintain a shred of his usual confidence, though he can feel his composure beginning to slip. He urges a coy smirk across his face, but he knows for a fact there’s a red tint splattered across his dimples. “You look good in a skirt and your moans are pretty. S’what dreams are made of.”

Y/N’s hand juts up to grab Harry’s jaw instead, her nails printing crescents along the little pits in his cheeks. She slams her lips to his, her breathing stuttering as she feels his sly grin spread wider over her mouth. What she croaks out next makes he wish she had bitten her tongue, because she knows for a fact it’ll fuel his ego. “I want to make you cum.”

Harry scoffs against her tongue, his palms guiding her rocking hips in a teasing manner. “I’m sure you do.”

She corrects her comment, her energy decisive and frank as she yanks at the curls along the back of his head. “I’m going to make you cum.”

“I sure hope so. In due time, that is.”

“Now.”

Harry kinks his brows at her in challenge, his hands ducking beneath her skirt and giving her ass a rough grope, leaving his nails printed into the plush skin. He’s never been one to turn down a power struggle, and she knows that, which is why the words he spills past her lips burn the roof of her mouth in the most fulfilling dare yet. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Watch me.”

[seita]

— haikyuu squirting.

includes: kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

p a r t   t h r e e ;;

⤸ last: two ⤿ next: four (coming soon!)

-ˋˏ nekoma ˎˊ-

— tetsurou kuroo.

≻ making you squirt is one of his all time favorite things tbh.

≻ he makes you squirt every chance he gets

≻ he loves how hard you cum, the way you tremble and the way your eyes roll back in your head

≻ it fills him with a sense of power and euphoria

≻ he’s simply a man who lives for your pleasure

+

he can’t fight the grin on his face as he watches the way your head falls forward, burying your face in your pillow. you can’t hold yourself up on your hands properly.

he doesn’t mind, he prefers this position more anyway. he grips your hips, angling them a bit to make it easier for him to his that sweet spot deep inside you.

“t-tetsu!” you sob, muffled by the pillow you’re crying into.

“what is it, baby? my cock too much for you?” he coos, “you gonna cum for me?”

you nod, lifting your head up to gasp when he reaches beneath you to circle your sensitive little clit. the bud had been completely neglected and feeling his rough fingers circling had you squealing, “please, i’m so close!!”

“oh yeah?” he grunts, “you gonna make a mess for me like i want, baby?”

you nod, your nails digging into the pillow case until the fabric creaks in protests. your mouth falls open but no sound breaks free as you dangle so precariously over that intense edge, ready to fall.

it builds and builds until you’re trembling and waiting for the coil to snap.

when it did, you choked on a sob and fell forward, only being supported by your boyfriends grip. he grunts as you gush around his cock and hand, soaking your thighs, his fingers, and the bed beneath you.

laughing, he pats your clit, forcing a few more squirts of your cum out before he backs off and lets you breathe, “that’s a good girl. givin’ me just what i want.”

— kenma kozume.

≻ honestly makes you squirt by accident 99% of the time

≻ it’s not that he doesn’t like when you do it

≻ he just doesn’t really like the mess

≻ but if you do squirt

≻ it’s fine

≻ no big deal

≻ he just carries on as usual. he’ll deal with the mess later

≻ all he cares about rn is making you cum again and again

+

“k-ken wait!” you suddenly cry out, making him frown.

he slows his movements, still holding onto your hips, “what?”

“i-i’m gonna make a mess...” you bashfully admit, covering your face with your hands.

he rolls his eyes, resuming his harsh thrusts. you squeal, grabbing onto the blankets beneath you, “k-ken! i-if you don’t s-stop i’ll--”

“squirt?” he scoffs, eyes locked onto your cunt, watching the way you cream around him -- coating him in milky white every time he pulls out. you’re close. he can tell. you’re spasming deliciously around him, “go ahead then.”

you shake your head, “b-but the mess!”

“we’ll clean it up later, just cum,” he snaps, bringing his hand between your legs to work your clit, “stop holding back.”

“k-ken!” you cry, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

you stare at him with wide eyes, your mouth falling open as you dangle enticingly over the edge. it’s so close. your whole body is tense. it’s building...and building...and building.

until you finally explode with a breathless cry of his name.

you gush at first, your cum dripping down his balls before your squirt, drenching his cock and abdomen as he fucks you through your orgasm. your back is arched and you crying out sweet love confessions as you cum nice and hard for him.

— morisuke yaku.

≻ another one who loves to make you squirt

≻ but.......it’s usually a punishment

≻ you look so cute when you get embarrassed

≻ the way you cover your face shyly after he holds up his dripping hand for you to see ≻ makes you watch him lick his fingers clean of your cum

≻ he rlly only does it if you’ve been a brat or done something to tick him off

≻ so if u want to squirt, just send him some nudes while he’s work or smthn

+

“you think you’re cute, don’t you?” he snarls, giving your sensitive cunt a sharp slap, making you cry out in shock. it leaves a buzzing sensation in your clit that ran all the way down to your toes, “sending me pictures of your slutty little cunt while i’m in a meeting?”

“i-i’m sorry!” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he stuffs three fingers unforgivably into your pussy, giving you a sudden, burning stretch that had you panting, “i-i just needed you so...bad!”

he scoffs, angling his fingers upwards, pummeling that tender little spot in your upper wall, “oh yeah? if you’re really sorry then you’ll make a pretty mess all over my hand. then maybe i’ll forgive you and you can have my cock.”

you nod, squealing when he uses his other hand to thumb at your swollen clit, making your thighs tremble, “fuck! mori! ‘m gonna cum!”

he doesn’t say anything, just grins. his eyes are fixzated on your cunt, watching the way your hole swallows his fingers desperately. it’s almost as good a sight as watching you stretch to take his cock.

the thought of you being stuffed full of his cock has him throbbing in his shorts, “cum. right now. make a mess all over me or you get nothing.”

the threat is enough to send you over the edge, mouth falling open as you cry out his name. he groans through your orgasm, watching the way your juices splatter all the way up his forearm.

“messy girl!” he laughs, pulling his fingers out. he continues to play with your clit, encouraging a few more gushes of cum from your spasming little cunt, “i guess you deserve a reward for that, huh?”

-ˋˏ fukurodani ˎˊ-

— koutarou bokuto.

≻ makes you squirt constantly

≻ but not by choice

≻ he loves it but

≻ tbh he doesn’t actually know how he does it

≻ he just fucks you or fingers you and...you end up gushing around his fingers

≻ who is he to ruin what is such a great thing

+

you love sitting in his lap. he feels so big and strong when he holds you, keeping your legs spread so he can fuck two fingers into your cunt. your head is resting back on his shoulder as he whispers filth in your ear.

he tells you how you’re such a good girl, that you’re so tight around his fingers, you’re absolutely dripping. you’re his filthy baby and he loves you so much. he adores to make you feel good, how he wants you to cum.

your eyes roll back and cling to his arm, your legs trembling endlessly as you keep them completely spread for him.

“kou,” you pant, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth as you call out to him.

“i know, puppy,” he whispers, kissing your temple, “i can feel you squeezing. you’re creaming all over my fingers, see?”

you look down and feel your cheeks burn at the mess you’re making on his hand. his cock is impossibly hard and pressing into your back.

“want you to cum for me, puppy,” he coos, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch your cunt swallow his digits, “go on, give it to me, please?”

who are you to deny him? especially when he angles his fingertips expertly as he grinds his palm against your hard clit.

you spasm in his lap, crying out as you sob and gush all over his hand. he grins, fucking his fingers into you as fast as he can, deft flicks of his wrist that only serve to make you squirt even more until you’re positive there is a puddle on the floor beneath you.

you’re panting and twitching in aftershocks as he pulls out, popping his fingers in his mouth with a groan. your cum is sweet and savory on his tongue as he swallows it down.

he doesn’t know how he does it but he loves when you squirt like that for him.

— keiji akaashi.

≻ only makes you squirt by request

≻ he LOVES when you do

≻ but he never wants to make you squirt if you don’t outright want to

≻ he’s a gentleman after all

≻ sometimes he’ll ask you if it’s okay

≻ other time he waits for you to beg him, in that cute breathy voice if he can make you make a mess

≻ and what’s he gonna do? say no???

≻ as if.

+

you were so sweet, so pretty as you bashfully asking him if he can make you cum extra hard today. he knew what you meant, having learned your little looks and vague requests.

still, he asks, just to watch you squeak in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest if “you want me to make you squirt?”

but you nod, and he feels his cock get hard immediately.

having you on your back, your knees pressed against your cheek as he slowly rocks his cock into your tight little hole is how he loves you. you become a babbling, drooling mess for him so quickly all while gushing and creaming on his cock.

you drip down his balls, already such making a such a mess despite the fact he hasn’t even made you cum yet.

“what’s got you so worked up today?” he inquires, thumbing your clit, making you arch and gasp desperately, “you’re so wet. i’ve barely even done anything.”

you whimper, “i-i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

your confession comes easily and it makes his heart flutter. he smiles, pressing his lips against your calf, “yeah? my sweet girl.”

you keen, biting back a smile that promptly vanishes when he hits your sweet spot. you arch, trembling beneath him.

“y-you’re gonna make me cum!” you announce, “please keiji.”

he nods, finally speeding up his thrusts. he continues to thumb your swollen little bud, watching your cunt eagerly swallow him balls deep as you spasm and clench desperately around him. he works you to your high, teeth clenched.

when you finally fall over the edge, you squirt, forcing his cock from your hole. he rubs your clit with four fingers, forcing out every drop of cum your eager little cunt has to offer him until you reach down and stop him, muttering soft thanks and ‘i love you’s.

— akinori konoha.

≻ another one who loves to make you squirt

≻ some days he can do it some days he can’t

≻ it doesn’t matter if you don’t squirt tho, bc you still cum no worries

≻ he just loves the mess of when you do gush for him

≻ the way your moans change ever so slightly, getting embarrassed as you announce that you’re gonna make a mess for him

≻ truly, he could cum from that alone

+

“work your hips, just like that,” he orders, gripping your hips as he forces you to grind on him exactly how he wants.

you let him, knowing there’s no reason for you to fight him. he’s the one who can make you cum, he knows your body better than you. and you’re proven right when you feel him nail your sweet spot, making your whole body twitch at the stimulation.

you’re not bouncing, it’s a slow grind that stirs his cock against your tender walls. this isn’t about him, he’s working to get you off.

the squeezing of your cunt is enough to stimulate him but not nearly enough to make him cum. perfect.

especially for what he has in mind.

you’ve already caught onto his plan so you let him control your movements. your nails pinch into his bare chest but he doesn’t mind. you’re dripping down his balls, making a mess but he wants an even bigger one.

“c’mon, pretty girl,” he grunts, the way you clench around him at the pet name making his cock throb, “cum for me. i know you want to. go ahead and squirt for me.”

“m-my clit, please, aki,” you beg pathetically.

he grins and finds the hard, neglected little bud with his thumb. a few quick clicks to the button sends you flying over the edge. you push yourself onto your knees, his cock popping free as he continues to thumb your clit, watching as you squirt all over his cock.

he smiles, “i love when you do that.“

he pulls you into his arms and presses his lips against yours, reaching down to stuff his cock back into your oversensitive cunt.

© all content belongs to seita 2020. do not modify or repost.

[mypoisonedvine]

ok but consider: monster!zemo

wait he gives off vampire vibes tho...

warning: dark!! pretty heavy dubcon bc y'know... vampire stuff, plus a touch of degradation

It was pretty obvious what you were looking for tonight when you went to the power broker's club dressed like that, and it wasn't just casual drinks with friends.

You didn't mind being obvious, and the eyes on you made you feel powerful and desired. But you'd rather have hands on you, too, which is why you were dancing so close to anyone who wanted to.

There were a few familiar faces-- some that smirked pridefully at you, others that you cared to avoid if possible.

But a new face made you raise an eyebrow, as did his... interesting dance moves.

They weren't bad per se, perhaps a bit uncomfortable, but at the very least on beat and endearing. He must have caught you looking because he suddenly smiled a bit, as if he were embarrassed, and you laughed.

"You seem new here!" you shouted over the loud music, moving in a bit closer.

"It's been a while," he explained.

That tracked, considering he looked a bit older and definitely from out of town. Honestly, he looked like exactly what you needed; the men of Madripoor had disappointed plenty of times, and you figured this mysterious man would bring something a bit more... fresh.

If only you'd realized he was thinking the same thing about you.

"You've gotta learn how we dance here in Madripoor," you grinned. "I'll show you."

You were always a believer in hands on learning... so you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. He swallowed but went along with it, pulling you in closer as you started to guide him along with you. Suddenly it felt less like a crowded dancefloor and more like you and him with only the bass to guide you as your body moved with his, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck while he moved his hands to your lower back.

Your dress left your back almost entirely exposed and you nearly moaned right there when his fingers ran up your spine.

It must've been only a few minutes before he leaned in to press his lips against your ear. "Let's go somewhere more private, yes?" he whispered, and a shiver ran up your spine while a smile curled on your face.

"Yes," you sighed, already sounding more eager than you meant to.

He guided you to the back, into an alley where you assumed he would call a car and take you somewhere-- but instead he instantly slammed you up against the brick, pinning you back and kissing you rough and deep.

You struggled to keep up, honestly, especially when his fingers reached down to start sliding up your thighs, pushing up the hem of your skintight dress.

"Here?" you gasped, pushing him back slightly and looking up to see his brown eyes sparkle in the dim, technicolor light of the city.

Your eyes went wide when he gave you a sickly smile and you finally saw the sharp, extended canines along with the faintest golden glow in his irises. Your mouth opened to scream but he clamped a hand over it, keeping you pinned with his weight against you and tutting disapprovingly.

You were surprised when he only laughed at you, your brow furrowing as you started to feel a little offended. "Silly girl," he chided, "you don't even know what I am..."

"No no no, no screaming," he corrected, "we don't want to get caught in a compromising situation," he growled his words as he started to tug your dress up even higher, exposing your thighs and lace-covered pussy, "now do we?"

You whimpered behind his hand as his fingers dipped into your thong and explored your folds while his face nuzzled at the crook of your neck. The sharp edges of his teeth grazed your skin and you winced, hot tears burning your eyes.

"I could just eat you up," he purred. "I think we both know that you would be absolutely delicious."

Sobs wracked your chest and shook your shivering body as he pushed his fingers inside you.

"Luckily for you, I have another hunger that craves you even more," he whispered as the tip of his tongue drew a line up your neck. In case it wasn't already clear what hunger he was referring to, he pressed forward to start rubbing his cock against your ass through your flimsy dress and his trousers. "Don't worry, darling, I'll make sure you're satisfied, too. You must need it really bad, if you're desperate enough to grind up on strangers in a nightclub like a whore."

He effortlessly spun you around and pulled your back into his chest, keeping your mouth covered with his hand while the other hastily opened his belt.

"Be good for me," he warned with a growl as you felt the head of his cock pushed against your entrance, "or I'll be glad to turn you into a midnight snack."

When he speared into you, you cried out against his skin and he growled in your ear.

"Fuck, darling, you're so... warm," he breathed. "My pretty little human whore... all fucking mine."

[meltwonu]

47. “Shut up.”

         “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

39. “You taste like fucking candy.”

notes; AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES… lord i just love the idea of fucking an annoyed mingyu kdsjfhkds, cocky!mingyu, dirty talk, using panties as a gag, a little oral(fem receiving)/fingering, a little cum eating. Also forgive me bc im trying a different formatting of my drabbles and rly im just turning them into 1k-ish word fics?😭😭 I JUST CAN’T SHUT UP and these get so long so theyre not rly drabbles anymore sorry but also ive gotten so far without renaming the entire drabble game thing so… ye. Should i rename this drabble game? Or is it okay? Sorry that i cannot write short things…😭😩 should i include a word count?😅 I’m a mess and this is longer than 1k so the rest is under the cut!! Thank you for requesting!!! Enjoy!💕

“Fuck, Mingyu, you left your shit in the washing machine again! Can you just get your shit together so I don’t have to wait on you all the time!?”

You prop a hand on your hip, watching as the male raises a brow from his place on the sofa when he turns his attention to you.

“Why don’t you go clean the bowl you left in the sink then, huh? I can say the same thing!”

Your lips press into a firm line; annoyance clear on your features. “My one fuckin’ bowl isn’t deterring you from using the sink but your shit in the washer is preventing me from washing my damn clothes!”

The tall male gets up from his spot on the sofa; annoyance obvious on his face as well. “You’re just so…”

“Just so what, Mingyu?”

He grits his teeth as he makes his way to leave and deal with the laundry. “Forget it.”

You watch as he moves his things to the dryer before shooting you a harsh stare and beelining straight for his room across the hallway.

You finally manage to put your things in the washer once Mingyu retreats to his bedroom and it beeps once when it finally finishes, 45 minutes later.

Except now Mingyu’s clothes are just sitting in the dryer.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you storm over to Mingyu’s bedroom, flinging the door open with the intent of giving him a piece of your mind again. 

“Mingyu, you fuckin’----”

“Fuck!”

Your eyes flit all across the tall male with his back against the headboard and  you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his large hand wrapped around his thick cock; throat going dry at the view. “Uh---”

“Don’t you fucking knock!?”

The words die on your tongue the longer you stand his doorway, and he, too, makes no effort to move from his place on his bed. “M--maybe if you fucking moved your shit from the dryer on t-time!” You retort; already losing the fight in your voice the longer your eyes fixate on the leaking tip of his cock.

Mingyu’s at a loss for words himself and he’s unsure of what to even do to make the situation less awkward.

But he will admit; your flustered expression might’ve made his cock twitch.

He clears his throat, “I don’t see you leaving. Finally owning up to the fact you wanna fuck me?” Mingyu grins; cockiness replacing the awkwardness he was feeling moments prior.

“Shut up.”

His grin falters momentarily before it’s back; his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

Mingyu is meticulous. You have to admit.

He cleans while he cooks and makes sure his utensils and prepping station are absolutely spotless before the meal is even done cooking.

He’s apparently also just as meticulous with his tongue when he eats you out; fingers knuckle deep and curling into your g-spot just as he uses the tip of his tongue to tease your clit for the umpteeth time. “Ngh, fuck---fuck you, Mingyu!” You lock your hands into his permed hair, tugging on it slightly when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard.

“God, fuck y-you!” You grind against his tongue and fingers as you get closer and closer to the verge of an orgasm.

Mingyu pulls away slightly, lips glistening and wet. “You taste like fucking candy. It’s a shock considering your sour nature.” He mutters quietly, only loud enough for you to catch it as the heat blooms on your cheeks. “Just shut up and eat me out.” You mumble back.

Scoffing, he thrusts his fingers into you harshly one more time. “I think you’ve had enough actually.” He wiggles his fingers inside of your wet cunt as you moan out. “It’s time for you to give me what I want too.”

He pulls his fingers out, popping them into his own mouth as he licks your wetness off of them. Your grip on his hair loosens as he starts to sit up between your legs; his long hair falling into his dark eyes when he looks down at you. “Get up, we’re switching places.”

“Fine.”

It takes you a second to maneuver around the tall male on his small bed; huffing when he lays down against the pillows. “I ate you out and fingered your ‘lil pussy so now you can ride my cock and pull some of the weight around here.” He snides.

A smirk paints its way onto his features as you clench your jaw and sit down onto his thighs. “You’re lucky I needed to get laid or I wouldn’t be this willing to ride your fuckin’ dick.”

“Oh please, you probably dream about my cock. I see you eyeing me when I’m just walkin’ around in my sweats. I bet I’m who you fantasize about when you’re getting off with that vibrator of yours. Which, by the way, is fuckin’ loud. I hope you realize I can hear it when I pass by your bedroom. You should really---mmph!”

You quickly stuff your soaked panties between his lips before he can say anything more; gritting your teeth. “You really need to shut up. You’re cuter with your mouth closed or eating me out.”

Mingyu wasn’t… technically wrong. You just didn’t want to hear it right now.

You quickly shimmy your body up until you can reach down and wrap a hand around his cock and Mingyu places his hands on your waist to steady you as you slowly start to sink down onto him. “O-oh, fuck…”

A garbled moan spills from your lips as you feel him filling you up inch by inch; already wanting to start a quick pace as you chase your own orgasm.

Mingyu groans from around the panties between his lips and he tosses his head back as your tight, warm walls clench around his cock.

He thought about you sometimes too. Not that he’d admit it either.

It takes a few tense seconds and a few stuttered breaths before you’re completely seated on his cock; the tip of it already curving into your g-spot as you give yourself a moment to adjust to his size. “Y’know, if you w-weren’t such a cocky son of a b-bitch, I wouldn’t be so, ah, opposed to fucking y-you… G-god, I’d probably even, ngh, d-date you..”

You slowly start to swivel your hips as you mewl; Mingyu’s cock fit inside your cunt so perfectly. “But all y-you do is, hah, c-complain about m-my messes when you’re m-messy too…”

Mingyu’s blunt nails dig into the skin of your naked waist as you alternate between bouncing in his lap and swiveling your hips. And in return, his harsh breaths are all you can hear as you fuck yourself on his cock. He knows he could easily flip you onto your back and fuck you into his bedsheets until all you knew was his name, but he plays nice for now and lets you have your fun while you could.

“What were you t-thinkin’ about, huh? Before I walked in h-here. Were you thinkin’ about, ah, me? Do I get you s-so heated that, mmh, you g-get hard? Are you t-that easy?” You shoot him a cocky grin of your own as you clench around his cock. He narrows his eyes at you before he plants his feet firmly onto the bed and bucks his hips up into you; effectively jostling you and making you bounce harder in his lap as he starts to fuck you.

A sharp whine escapes past your lips as he starts a quick pace and you're quick to meet his movements as you slam down onto his cock with each of his thrusts. The two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm as you both unload all of the sexual tension that’d been brewing for the few months that you’d been roommates.

Your saccharine moans and whines mix in with Mingyu’s harsh breaths and muffled groans as you both feel yourselves inching closer and closer to the edge. He can already feel his cock twitching and he can already feel the way your walls tighten even more around his cock with each passing second.

You reach a hand between your body and his; fingertips on your swollen clit as you race towards your orgasm. “Fuck, I, ah, w-wanna cum…” You mumble.

Mingyu bites down onto the fabric in his mouth as he tosses his head back again, his forehead covered in a sheen of sweat as he starts to feel his abdomen tightening with his impending orgasm.

And he doesn’t warn you when he cums, but you can feel his cock twitching and his cum filling you up as his thrusts lose their rhythm. You let out a choked moan at the feeling and you rub quicker circles on your clit as you throw yourself over the edge and into your orgasm as well.

Mingyu lets out a muffled groan as he feels your walls fluttering around him and for a moment, he tells himself he could get used to fucking you.

“Oh, g-god, you’re, ah, fu--fucking cumming so---so much inside of m-me…” Whimpering, you slam down onto his cock as you both ride out your high and Mingyu’s eyes fixate on the way his cock slides out of your wet pussy covered in his cum and your wetness.

Mingyu moves a hand from your waist to pluck the soaked material out of his mouth; tossing it to the side as he gently massages his jaw.

“Look at you, still fucking yourself on my cock. Want more already, huh?” He watches as you reach down and scoop up some of the cum that settled onto his skin, lips parted slightly as he lets out a soft moan. You continue to swivel your hips atop his lap, waiting until your orgasm completely ebbs off before you come to a full stop. 

You pop your wet digits into your mouth, keeping eye contact with him as he commits to memory the way you suck on your fingers and swallow down the cum. 

He grits his teeth as he watches you repeat the action. “Such a good girl cleaning up your mess, huh? That’d be a first for you, wouldn’t it?” His eyes twinkle with an almost evil glint when you finally pop the clean digits from between your lips and move to straddle his thighs again; this time, globs of cum dripping from your pussy as his cock slides from inside of you.

Images of you in different positions flit through Mingyu’s mind as he smiles.

“Say, do you really want to know what I was thinking about before you walked in?”

[cdroloisms]

Sooo... how about that reveal that c!Sam wasn’t feeding c!Dream? I mean, we all knew it was coming, but still. The auto food dispenser probably broke or smtg bc when c!Sam came down, c!Dream asked if he was there to give them potatoes. (Also with him being shaken up by learning c!Tommy is alive, c!Sam might not remember or care to feed c!Dream, who has none of his stores of potatoes left.) So, assuming the dispenser is broken and he doesn’t know, why would he come down in the first place? 🟩⛏?

hello anon !! yeah that reveal ,, dang, we already knew that c!sam had presumably been starving c!dream, but to see not only c!dream but c!sam confirm it as well as it having lasted AT LEAST a week ,, d a n g . they are Not pulling any punches in this arc (which, i mean, judging on the q stream, isnt exactly surprising anymore,, but still)

in the prison guard stream, we see how the dispenser works - it’s not automatic as much as it’s remote, as c!sam or the prison guards still need to press a button in order to dispense food. he also says “i havent even been around to feed the prisoner” or something along those lines in tommy’s stream, so we can conclude that the decision to deprive c!dream of food after c!tommy’s death is INTENTIONAL,, which i mean. again. yikes. 

anyway, here’s a snippet of c!dream finding out that the “automatic” feeder isnt as automatic as he might’ve thought - here, the dispenser + crying obsidian are installed at around the same time, so it’s between bad and sapnap’s visit

tw: starvation, disordered eating, abuse, mental illness, self-hatred, toxic relationship, gaslighting, disturbing imagery, dark content, c!sam/warden!sam critical (again, be careful with the content warnings)

Dream stares up at the hole in the obsidian, barely able to make out a glint of metal in the dark chute. The dispenser, just as expected, doesn’t respond to his glare, refuses to whir and click in the way that indicates food, and Dream bites his tongue, mumbles curses under his breath.

“Prick,” he blows a breath through his gritted teeth, only more irrationally angry when the dispenser, as expected, ignores him. “Some automatic dispenser, Warden.”

The walls don’t respond. Nothing responds, here, besides the dark dark thoughts swirling in his brain, and he thinks he’d prefer it if those didn’t - or maybe he doesn’t, because company is company, even if said company is the same litany of blood anger revenge pain you deserve this you deserve all of this you have destroyed the world now lie in the bed you have made pounding at the base of his skull. He drags his hand down his face; every minute is an hour, and every hour is a minute. Time has no meaning when your only frame of reference is eternity.

Even so, even he can tell that it’s been a long time since he’s had food, even by his usual standards - several days, at least, because the ever-present ache of hunger in his gut had swelled into something angrier, demanding, no longer as easy to ignore. Another stabbing round of pain nearly sends him to his knees, and just as he always he does, he clings to the feeling, gathers it into his hands, grabs it by the edges and directs the sharp edges into the words he spits at the indifferent walls. Let the Warden hear him - what can he possibly do?

Just as it always does, the fury in him peters out, drains, leaves him alone in the middle of his cell. He sinks the ground, arms wrapped around his stomach; a part of him wants to laugh at the irony. Some people think of silence as emptiness, void; he knows now that it’s anything but. Silence is suffocating, thick, so present that anything he says seems to get lost within it seconds after leaving his mouth. It grows and pushes into his limbs, becomes a weight tied around his throat, expands into the air in his lungs like a slowly inflating balloon until it’s pressed into every corner and space of the cell, every corner and space of him, taking up so much room that he can hardly breathe around it.

The hunger hollows him out, and the silence fills the space that’s left; Dream wonders how much more there is for him to lose before he’s completely empty, just a husk filled with the same liquid misery that drips down the walls. He wonders if anyone would care- laughs. As if.

“Dream.” The intercom crackles; Dream perks up at the voice, spine straightening against his will, and his hands tighten into fists as he realizes - prime, how pathetic is he, now? The voice deepens, becomes more insistent. “Prisoner.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Or maybe I’m not; you better come and check, yeah?” A humorless smile tugs at his lips, and a static-filled sigh comes through the speaker.

“This isn’t the time for games, Dream.”

Dream rolls his eyes. It’s not exactly the time to be a dick, either, but you don’t see me complaining. A flutter of something warm, joyful, rises in his chest at the sound of something- someone, other than his own voice, and he strangles it with a hand wrapped around his own throat - he won’t let them break him, won’t let himself become desperate enough to crave the attention of a man that hates him - he won’t- he can’t-

“Do you need something? Or were you yelling at the wall for no reason again?” Sam’s voice is steely, indifferent, on a knife’s edge between apathy and anger. “Don’t waste my time, prisoner.”

Dream bites down the snarky reply sitting on his tongue, breathes in, out through his nose until the fury is no longer blinding.

“Your fancy automatic jig is broken. The potato one. It’s not- working.” The hunger fogs his mind, makes it hard to think. He feels caged and weak and pathetic and he hates it.

“That’s because it’s not automatic.” Footsteps echo on the speakers, Dream tapping along to the rhythm before he realizes and stops himself, and a moment later the familiar whirring and clicking of the metal box comes from behind him and a small pile of potatoes fall down and splash into the water. “There. Is that all?”

Dream feels the fury rise, again, but doesn’t quite to keep the words back, this time.

“So what was the point of the whole automatic feeder, asshole? You’ve changed nothing! What’s the difference between that thing and you coming over to my cell besides that you’ve wasted a couple stacks of redstone? Congratu-fucking-lations, you’re a goddamn genius-”

“It’s remote now, so I don’t have to come into your cell.”

“Oh, so it’s just the good ol’ Warden looking for more ways to make the prisoner suffer, huh? Should’ve figured, you fucking self-righteous prick-”

“Dream.”

His mouth shuts with a click, a flash of fear searing through his muscles, white-hot, and by the time he’s blinked back the ringing in his ears the silence has stolen all the words from him, once again. Pathetic, he screams in his head, but his jaw remains firmly locked in place - the Warden’s won, per usual, and they both know it.

“Is that all?” He sounds impatient. Part of Dream wants nothing more than to never hear his voice again, and the other half of him rails at the idea of being alone with his thoughts once more. All of him hates himself, and all of him hates the silence; they’re the only two constants in this place. “You’ll have to speak up if you want anything.”

“How- long was it, since you last gave food?”

Static for a moment, then another. “It’s only been about a day.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’d know if you took care of your clock instead of destroying it, prisoner.”

“I’d know if you were less of a fucking prick.”

“Behave, and you might get it replaced.” The Warden’s breathing is harsh, almost labored - he must be angrier than Dream thought, then. “Speaking of which, you won’t be getting any for a day after this stunt.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared. It’s not like you don’t do this - what, every other day?”

“Do you want food or not?”

Dream’s teeth grind against each other; he breathes in, out. He hates this, hates the potatoes, hates the Warden, hates himself. Hates the way that a part of him recoils at the thought of making the Warden angry at him, reaches desperately for a chance to earn his clock- his approval. Attachments are weakness, he tells his traitorous heart, knowing that it, as always, will fail to stay away.

“Yes. Thank you.” The pleasantry burns on his tongue, tastes worse than the bitterness of raw potatoes that seems to be the only thing it knows, anymore.

“Good-bye, prisoner. Don’t make me come into the cell.”

The intercom cuts off with a click, the space that the static made immediately filled by silence. Dream watches it blankly, jaw sore from how tight it had been clenched, and begins to work his way through the first potato, nibbling at the pale flesh just enough to tide over the worst of the pain.

This is fine, he tells himself, and the walls stare at him impassively. He’s not sure they believe him.

He’s not sure how much longer he can believe himself.

[midoriyas-wifey]

All I want is some size kink headcanons with kirishima PLEASE HSHSHSH (I prefer fem)

Ok so this kinda turned into a horneé post about kirishima but it definitely has size kink overtones bc you can’t have kiri without a size kink you just can’t 🤷‍♀️ bone app the teeth @shorkbrian come get y’all juice

This man is built for size kink, everyone in the bnha fandom knows this, it’s canon at this point. Usually people headcanon him as being 6ft something, but not me. I’m built different and so is he. He is Fatgum height, and nearly as broad across with muscles. You heard me. He’s a behemoth of a man. 7’10 or bust babey!! I mean All Might is 7’2 so it’s not implausible in this world that he could get that tall.

The God of Himbos ™ there’s literally no one nicer on this planet, which helps make up for his near-cruel dick game. You’d better say a prayer to whatever god you believe in before he drills up into those guts. And he’s so nice the whole time too (usually).

Has thighs thicker around than your entire body. He’s like a tiger in that his legs are so strong that even if he got killed he could die standing up. He’s a beast. Loves it when you straddle his thigh and grind on him, begging for attention. And when his baby girl begs so sweetly, how can he refuse?

His biceps alone are bigger around than your head, his arms are so massive but are so gentle and careful with you. His hands are huge and rough as well, and he loves to cup your face (really your whole head with the size of his hands) and pepper it with smooches and sharp toothed smiles. 

He loves all of you, but your ass really does him in. And he loves thighs too; but especially your ass. His hands are on those cakes 24/7 in some manner or another. If he could just keep a cheek in hand the whole day to squeeze on he’d die a happy man. Pinching, squeezing, smacking, spanking, biting, eating it. If it involves your ass then you’d best believe he’s into it.

He’s not even a tiny bit discreet about it, will stare and watch that thing wobble in your (and his) favorite sundress. 

And if you can throw it back? Make it wiggle a lil for him? My mans is on one knee already. 

You really are too cute for him to handle. He’s all hard edges, his figure large and intimidating. You just look so sweet and soft while pressed up on his chest, tiny hands grasping at whatever you can, moans and hiccups and girlish ‘ah ah ahs’ pouring out of your mouth while he pummels your juicy pussy. Too cute.

Loves to praise because he knows it makes you clench down and gush around him, which honestly he didn’t even know your pussy could get any tighter than it already was, but now you got him stuck inside your heavenly cunny and he’s not one to pass up an opportunity. 

He’s up in your ear like, “Goddam baby girl, this pussy feels so fucking good around my dick. Whose is it? Huh? Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?” all while pounding you out, never breaking pace.

Near folds you in half when he gets down to business, you have to remind him to not squish you too much.

He might sort of have a thing for squishing you a lil 👀

Maybe more than a lil 

He loves the noises his dick can draw from your sopping pussy and drooling mouth. Your tongue hangs out and he has you panting like a bitch in heat no matter what position.

The sloppier the better, he wants all the naughty noises you and your body can make for him. 

One time he called you ‘Commander in Queef’ and you wouldn’t let him touch you for 3 days after that 💀

He wants to live a life with no regrets and that includes stuffing you silly every chance he gets. Every. Single. Chance. Doesn’t matter what AU he’s written in Kirishima lives and dies for your sweet pussy, it was made for him he just knows it. 

Nothing has ever fit him better than his precious pebble’s pussy, even when you whine it’s too much he knows you can take it; he just has to do a bit of prep work. 

He’s always too much in the beginning, no matter how much prep work goes in, there’s always that overwhelming stretch, that sense of total fullness that follows the whole way through. You learn to love it, and now you know that no other dick could possibly fill you up like his does.

You love his bigness, and even if you’re not petite, even if you’re big, up against him? Leedle girl. Leedle girl he likes to pick up and bounce on his dick til he creams inside your sensitive lil cunny and adds to the tummy bulge already present from his dick.

Speaking of which it’s legit like forearm sized idc idc. The first time he whipped it out you sucked your lips into your mouth in surprise because how the fuck were you gonna take that?? It’s so heavy that even when he’s fully hard it dips down below its own weight. It's much tanner than the rest of him, but ends in an angry reddish-purple head that’s oozing with thick precum. He’s got one thick vein that runs the length of it on the left, and then a smaller one running on the underside.

Suck on those veins and right underneath the head of his dick and Lord have mercy cuz he’s about to bust. 

His cum is thick as hell and it comes out in buckets. He prefers to cum inside you because it satisfies his breeding kink and he loves to see his cum leak in thick rivers out of your destroyed little cunny while he tries to scoop and push the thick cream back inside.

He also likes cumming on your face but rarely gets to do that since it tends to get in your hair and fuck tryna get all that out.

His balls are huge and heavy, like each one are the size of a peach. They’re straight up wrecking balls. And they’re sooooo sensitive no matter how much experience he gets under his belt. He can’t keep his cool. 

Like you could be sucking his dick for hours but the moment when you reach to cup his balls and play with them he’s putty.

Suck. On. Them. This man will go apeshit, rutting his hips up and moaning for more, just please keep playin’ with ‘em, pebble.

He wants to smother your face with them while he fucks your throat, or just smother you with them in general. He’s just a nasty dude that loves rubbing himself all over you, and seeing his huge dick plop down on your surprised face while he has you suck on his balls makes him cum HARD.

So yeah he’s just a big dude that you can use as a horny jungle gym, and all he asks in return is you let him destroy that tight little pussy over and over again.

[hollandbaby]

come, sit. - t.h smut

a/n: this is for @duskholland bc i read your post the other day and ,,,, this happened lmao (2.5k words)

disclaimer: smut (18+), choking, biting, degradation, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, dom/sub action, spitting. don’t read if it’ll make you uncomfy (or if you’re a minor) !! uhhhh yeah that might be it lmao

You wake up to the sun peaking through the curtains, rubbing your eyes and sitting up you notice that Tom isn’t in bed anymore. Throwing the duvet off your legs, you slip out of bed and throw on one of Tom’s t shirts. You assume he’s working in the office, so decide to not disturb him, you head into the kitchen to grab yourself a coffee and some breakfast. Your phone pings with a text from Tom: grab me a cuppa please love? You smile to yourself and lock your phone, boiling the kettle. You make your way upstairs and knock on the office door, Tom calling out a quiet ‘come in.’

He turns around in his chair, smiling at you as he reaches for the mug; “You’re an angel, thank you.”

“No worries, babe, how’s the work going?” You lean on the desk next to him, taking in his appearance. He’s wearing a tight fitted white shirt and jeans, his biceps bulging as he leans back in his chair, his brown curls slicked back with some gel, one arm behind his head while the other brings his mug to his soft lips. You bite your own lip, just admiring how gorgeous he is.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Just reading through some scripts and making notes.” He places his mug on the desk, turning to face you, hands resting behind his head on the chair, your eyes dart straight to his arms, and you marvel at how muscular and defined they are. You subtly squeeze your thighs together, the thought of Tom using his strength to pin you down and plough into you entering your mind. “I could do with a break though.”

Tom is smirking up at you, and you know that look, you’ve seen it many times before, “come, sit.” You push off the desk, arms resting on Tom’s shoulders as you lift your left leg over his right to straddle him, sitting comfortably on his lap. He grips your waist, pulling you further into him. You smile down at him, hands going to his hair, curling the longer hairs at the nape of his neck around your fingers.

“How long is your break?” You ask, voice raspy and low. Tom’s hands move down to your ass, massaging your cheeks before giving them a sharp slap. You gasp as you jolt forwards.

“However long I want,” Tom’s own voice is lower, arousal dripping with each syllable. You smile, leaning down to kiss his soft lips, your hands moving through his hair as Tom’s rest on your ass. The kiss starts slow, lips moving lazily against one another, moulding together in a soft kiss. But when you take that first step by biting Tom’s bottom lip, causing him to growl, things heat up. A mesh of teeth, tongue and teasing, Tom’s lips guiding your own, kissing ferverently as his hands slide up to your hips. You take the hint, grinding down slowly into his lap, whining softly at the friction of his jeans against your underwear. Your hands move to grip Tom’s sharp jaw, keeping his head in place as you pull away, his bottom lip between your teeth as you give an extra gyration of your hips on his own.

“You’re such a tease, darling.” His hands move under the fabric of your shirt, feeling your soft, searing skin. He teases the band of your underwear, pulling it back and snapping it against your skin. You giggle at him, rolling your eyes as you lean back in for another kiss, Tom’s tongue slipping through your lips again. You feel one of his hands move between your legs, his cold fingers juxtaposing your flushed skin, causing you to gasp into his lips.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks, eyes droopy from arousal and flitting between your eyes and lips. You lick your lips, biting into the plump flesh as you nod your head.

“I’ll be such a good girl,” you lean forward, lips tickling his earlobe as you raspily whisper; “Tommy.”

You feel Tom’s jaw clench at your sensual tone, taking his earlobe between your teeth as Tom’s fingers dip into your underwear, his middle finger running through your folds, feeling how wet you are before circling your clit. You kiss Tom’s neck, just below his ear, kissing, licking, sucking the skin there as you move your hips in rhythm with his ministrations.

“So wet for me already, baby? That’s it, show me how you like it,” Tom tilts his head back, your lips working deep bruises into the skin of his neck as his fingers circle your clit, slowly, teasingly. You’re both panting, the room full of your breathy moans and the sound of your wet pussy, turning you on even more. Tom’s fingers continue their slow movements, altering between gliding through your folds to collect your wetness and rubbing your clit. You let out a whine, wanting more from him.

“What’s up, love? Fed up of the teasing?” Tom asks, you nod into the crook of his neck; it’s driving you insane. Tom’s featherlight touches and slow movements are too much to bare. “You tease me, I tease you, baby.”

You throw your head back in exasperation, your heart racing as Tom’s pace remains agonising. Tom’s other hand comes up to your chin, pulling your head down, meeting his eyes. “Look at me, yeah?” You nod swiftly as he moves his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip. He pushes it into your waiting mouth, your tongue swirling the digit before sucking it, Tom’s staring at you with wild eyes as you pull off with a pop. His hand travels lower, fingers curling around the of length of your neck, lightly choking you while he continues teasing your clit. Your eyes roll back and you bite your lower lip as your hips jut with Tom’s movements. You can feel his hand on your throat tighten slightly, making you gasp. Your senses are on overload, your clit throbbing and pussy clenching, you feel heat rush through your entire body as you edge closer and closer to that sweet release. “Open your eyes, darling. That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

Your eyes meet his, dark brown orbs filled with desire and lust. You can only imagine how hard Tom must be, you know he loves pleasing you and how he gets off from seeing you in such a blissful state. Tom pulls you in, kissing your lips roughly as he quickens his pace on your clit, getting you closer and closer to coming. “Fuck, Tommy, I’m so close.” Tom smirks up at you, your mouth agape and your eyes fluttering, “need to feel you inside me.”

“Oh, you think I’m just going to let that happen? You have to earn it, love.” Tom retorts, eyebrow raised as he smiles cockily at you. “Cum on my fingers, then you can ride my dick like the good slut you are.” You whine loudly at his words, pussy clenching on nothing as your hips continue grinding with his movements. Tom dips his fingers down to your entrance, his thumb on your clit, he curls his slender fingers deep inside you, almost immediately finding your g spot. He pumps his fingers in and out of your aching hole, your breathing heavy and jagged due to Tom’s hand on your throat. But it’s so good, you feel yourself dripping on Tom’s digits.

“So tight and wet, for me, yeah? You love this don’t you. That good baby?”

All you can do is nod and moan, Tom’s fingers working you closer to the sweet bliss you’ve been trying to get to. Your hands clutch his arms, fingernails digging into his tanned biceps as you lose it, your hips jerking and your legs shaking; “I’m gonna cum, Tom, fuck.”

“That’s it, baby, cum on my fingers. Just like that,” Tom coaxes you to orgasm, his movements never faltering as he fingers you through your high, your eyes are closed and your grip remains just as tight on Tom as your hips gently grind with his movements.

You drop forward, Tom’s hold on your neck releasing, moving to the back of your neck instead as he presses a light kiss to your forehead. He removes his fingers from your underwear, giving you a second to recover. Tom lifts his fingers up to his lips, licking them clean, humming with satisfaction at your taste. You lift off his chest, finding his lips with your own, moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your soft fingers reach for the bottom of his t shirt, encouraging him to lift it up and off as you lift up, knees either side of his lap, to pull your underwear down and off. Your hands reach for his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pulling them down just enough, along with his boxers. Tom tugs your t shirt off your body and pulls you into him, your tits meeting his bare chest as he pushes his jeans and underwear down and kicking them off. You practically drool at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking precum. Your hand moves to slowly pump him, teasing the slit on his head. Tom let’s out a breathy groan, his hand pulling your face to his to meet your sweet lips in another fiery kiss. You remove your hand, instead grinding your bare, wet pussy on his sensitive dick. Your folds glide on the length of his cock, both of you breathing heavily, panting against each other’s lips, your wetness coating Tom’s length, his hands gripping your hips and aiding your movements. You grip Tom’s cock, guiding him to your needy entrance, teasing his tip with your wetness before slowly inching down on him, the two of you moaning against one another’s lips. You give yourself a second to adjust to Tom’s cock, before your hips are lifting up and sinking back down again, slowly at first. Tom’s hands squeeze your ass, aiding your movements and opening you up for his cock. He rests his head against the chair, biting his lip as he looks between the two of you, watching his cock disappear into your cunt.

“Such a dirty girl, riding my cock like a good little slut.” His hand moves off your ass and collides with the skin again, making you gasp at the sharp sting. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, Tommy,” you moan breathily, voice scratched and hands gripping onto any piece of Tom within your reach. One hand is in his now unruly brown curls, the other gripping onto his shoulder for leverage. You continue sliding up and down the length of his thick cock, his tip hitting your g spot with each down movement. Tom spanks you again, the sharp sting only adding to the immense pleasure you’re feeling. You moan, louder this time, your head rolling back and eyes fluttering shut. Tom fists a handful of your hair between his fingers, pulling your head up to face him again. You’re biting your lip, gripping onto Tom, nails digging in, leaving crescent marks on his hot skin.

Tom pulls your head close to him, “open for me.” You part your lips, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you stare at Tom, your bodies moving in perfect sync. Tom pulls you close, hand moving to your throat as he spits in your mouth. You groan, loving how possessive he is of you, and swallow. “Mine.”

“All yours, Tommy.” Tom’s grip on your throat tightening as his hips jut up, pushing his cock deeper inside you. You’re moaning, and it’s strained, but loud nonetheless. Your nails scratch down Tom’s pecs, leaving delicious red marks on his bronzed skin. Your movements never falter, even when your legs are shaking and your knees start hurting; it feels too good. Your hips lifting up and down Tom’s thick length, his tip hitting your sweet spot with every motion, the delicious friction on your clit as you sit back down on his cock. Tom looks so sexy, hair messed up from your fingers, hickeys and bite marks littering his neck, scratch marks on his pecs, his eyes droopy with lust, but still twinkling with possession. Tom looks up at you, and it’s the hottest thing in the world to him; your hair a mess, sweat matting your baby hairs to your head, your tits bouncing with every movement, hips grinding delightfully on his.

“You ride me so well, baby. Fuck, such a good little slut for me,” Tom licks his lips, moving one hand between your thighs, rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, causing you to clench your cunt walls on his cock. You moan, biting your lip as your eyes roll back, Tom’s lips moving down your shoulders and chest, messy, sloppy kisses making their way to your boobs; Tom licks around your nipple, taking note of how you shudder as he does, you’re so sensitive and the pleasure is overwhelming. “You like that? Good girl, keep riding my dick just like that.”

Your hips move at a quicker pace, your senses in overload as Tom continues working your body to release; fingers rubbing your wet clit as his tongue works your nipples, hand wrapped firmly around your throat as his cock fucks up into you deeper, faster, harder than before.

“‘m gonna cum, Tommy,” you’re desperate, teetering closer to the edge, Tom’s pace quickens, your hands shoot to the back of the chair as your hips buck up and down, his fingers rubbing your clit in fast circles, your breath hitching in your throat.

“That’s it, good girl. You gonna cum on my cock, baby? Shit, your pussy feels so good,” you moan at Tom’s words, your high approaching fast.

“Want you to cum inside me, baby, please.” You moan, breathing heavy and biting your lip, head spinning with the stimulation.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Such a needy slut, shit.” His movements are getting sloppy, erratic thrusts and shaking fingers as his hold on your throat tightens. Your orgasm crashes over you, your legs spasming, eyes closing as you cum around Tom’s cock, pussy clenching tightly on him as you moan loudly, voice raspy. Your orgasm coaxes Tom’s, his cock stopping deep in your cunt, you can feel the warmth of his cum inside you. You droop forward, head resting against Tom’s, his grip on your throat loosening and his hands moving to rest on your ass, gently massaging the hot skin. Tom presses a peck to your lips, the two of you panting in your post orgasmic bliss. You take a minute to recover, enjoying each other’s company. You exchange soft kisses and smiles, Tom’s fingers trailing up the skin of your back as yours trace shapes on his chest. You regain enough strength to lift off Tom’s cock, legs shaking as you do. You feel his cum dripping between your thighs, letting out a slight gasp at the feeling.

“I think your break might be over,” you whisper, voice wrecked. Tom smiles at you, leaning back against the chair.

“I think you should make me another cuppa, love.” He winks at you, smiling. You slap his chest playfully, pecking his lips before sliding off his lap, Tom’s hand slapping your bum playfully as you walk away.

[miki-snake]

Officer or Kitten?

📖: just some small thirst drabble/half-fic (?) on stripper!kuroo

⭕️: Smut, 18+!, stripper!Kuroo, unprotected sex (warp it before you tap it)

🔍: 1.7k+

A/N: I hate tumblr for deleting the draft i already finished😾. Nonetheless I tried to write it again but it’s not as satisfying as the first one😿. Also you can thank Ana (@mrs-kuroojinguji )for this bc she was the one who broke my thirst meter for stripper!kuroo;; Also thank you tetsu anon from Ana who suggested the stripper name kitten but i decided to turn that kitten into something else😼

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When your friends told you that you were gonna go out and party as a celebration for acing the exams, you thought of a nice get together at your local bar or a karaoke night with broken voices and some kbbq beforehand. What you didn’t expect was a night in a strip club with a hot ass "police officer" grinding his dick against you.

Well, here you were, sitting in a rather large red velvet seat, while a tall, strong built, handsome man looming over you. He wore a blue police uniform that stuck to his body like a second skin, you saw a light outline of his broad chest, already teasing what was hiding underneath the fabric.

"Oi chibi-chan, cat got your tongue?", he taunted you, his sugar sweet breath fanning over your face as you felt how he traced his fingers up your arms. His touch left a trail of goosebumps, your body already anticipating what he would do to you. The throbbing in your cunt became more apparent as you watched how he leaned back up, hands moving up to the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning one after another. He smirked at you, what you could only describe as a cat-like grin, like a predator playing with his prey. Your eyes followed the continuous reveal of his glistening skin, the button up now fully open to present his scandalously defined abs. You wanted to feel his skin, feel the heat radiating off of him, feeling if his heart beats just as fast as yours. Your gaze fell down to the impressive bulge in his pants and suddenly the air felt even hotter than before, nearly suffocating, the blazing heat prickling against your skin. Just the sight of his covered bulge made your pussy clench, more slick dripping out of your cunt, wetting the already ruined panties. The dimmed lights fitted perfectly, accentuating his dangerous aura. But it was the kind of danger, kind of risk you wanted to jump into. You wanted him to pounce on you, devour you with his mouth like he did with his eyes.

You caught him fixating his gaze on your mouth and unconsciously your tongue slipped out, licking over your lips. A deep chuckle echoed through the room and he moved over to the side, pressing something on the touchscreen mounted at the wall. A light, rhythmical music filled the room and as he turned around, hips swaying to the beat, his hand moved down to his pants, opening them and you could already see that he didn’t wear anything underneath it. Throwing his shirt to the ground he turned around, slowly pulling his pants down and teasing you with the shake of his hips. He didn’t fully pull them down, they hung low in his hips and the urge to just stand up and rip those damn pants from his body overcame you. Looking at you, he must have sensed what you thought, that teasing smirk adorning his lips again, as he walked back to you. 

“Do you wanna touch me, chibi-chan? Well, I hate to say it but that would cost you something, chiiibi- chan.”, your thighs clenched at the sound of his deep voice, vibrating through your whole body. Looking into his dark auburn eyes you could clearly see the teasing glint, a burning fire that just waited to set your body aflame. Not that your body didn’t already feel like it was on fire, the sexual tension between you guys like thick gasoline pouring into your burning desires. Your heart was beating a hundred miles per minute, the thought of just throwing all inhibitions into the wind crossing your mind. “You know, just for you little rebel, I could make a special deal. How about the only price you’ll have to pay would be something like four to five of your orgasms? I’ll promise you, we’ll get you there pretty fast.”, his breath fanned over your ear, lips slightly grazing your skin and a shiver ran down your spine. 

The smell of his cologne invaded your senses, sandalwood and dark chocolate clouding your mind and you wanted nothing more than to bury your nose in his neck, while scraping your nails down his back. His hands moved up to graze against your arms, mouth trailing down to your neck as his breath caressed your heated skin. Kneeling on the cushion of the seat, both of his knees on either side of your right legs, he started to grind his raging boner against you. That was it, that was the moment you snapped and your right hand reached up to grab him by his neck, while the other one went inside his open pants, taking his burning cock into your fist. A strangled moan escaped him as you pulled him closer until your foreheads touched each other. “That sounds very generous of you, officer. Wait, no, I see no real officer, all I can see is a little kitten. So, behave my kitty cat, alright?”, you told him in a sultry voice, the grip on him tightening as you started to move your hand along his cock. 

Eyes half-lidded, you saw how the glint flared up into an inferno, ready to burn everything that was touching it. “Oho chibi-chan, you think you can make the rules here? Think you can handle someone like me?”, he tried to sound composed but his breathless voice and the throbbing cock in your fist told you otherwise. Without another word you flipped the two of you around, his back crashing against the seat, while you straddled his lap, grip never wavering. Diving into a searing kiss, it was clear that he wouldn’t back down so easily, a battle of dominance occurring between the clashing tongues. Rubbing your fingers against the tip of his leaking cock elicited a guttural groan out of him, his lips temporarily leaving yours just for you to follow him and suck his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t wait any longer, the lust consuming your mind, so you pulled your soaked panties to the side, not bothering to take them off and rubbed his twitching tip against your dripping cunt. 

“Whoa chibi-chan, you work fast huh? I can’t let you run me over like that.”, he panted as he tried to regain his breath from the sloppy kiss. It wasn’t the first time a woman tried to take control over him but you somehow got him to stay put, making his knees feel weak from all the intoxicating pleasure. His tip moved along your folds, gathering all the pussy juice you had to offer and circled around your throbbing clit. He felt heavy and thick in your hands, your slick slowly covering his velvet skin. “I thought I told you to behave, kitten? How about you stop talking and use your mouth for something actually useful.” You grabbed him by his hair and shoved his face into your chest, his mouth automatically finding its way to your nipple, lips closing around it and sucking the hardened bud into his mouth. “Yeah, good kitten, I knew you could learn to listen AH-.”, you teased him but it was cut off by his teeth biting onto your nipple, the sharp sting shooting down to your pussy, making it clench around nothing, more of your sweet arousal flowing out. 

You glared down at him just to find him with a smug face looking back up at you, mouth still working on your bud. “You think you’re that clever huh?” Without another word you slammed yourself down onto his cock, both of you letting out a deep moan. Throwing your head back from all the stimulation you slightly regretted the decision to try and put everything in at once. Your pussy was burning from the stretch but it was a good ache, his cock snuggly fitting into your tight cunny and the veins rubbing against your walls. You both panted like animals in heat, driven by nothing but your carnal desire. Lifting your hips up until only his head was inside of you, you dropped yourself again, his cock bottoming out in your pussy. The sight in front of you nearly made you moan out, he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, lips slightly apart and a small trail of drool slipped out of his mouth. 

Both your breathings were ragged as you sped up the pace, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your cries and his stifled groans. The need to hear him scream for you made you rip his hand away from his mouth and pin his wrists against the wall behind him. “Come on, be a good kitten and mewl for me.”, you told him in a wavering voice, his cock hitting the right spot deep inside of you. The moment you said it he let out a string of curses, moaning like the mess he was. You two moved in sync, his hips starting to thrust back up into you and no matter how often he went inside of you, a light burn from the stretch still prickled in your cunt. 

The build up wasn’t slow, it all came crashing down. His cock thrusted deeper and deeper into your pussy, shaping it into his own fuckhole as your pussy clamped down on him. Your walls closed down on him, while his cock started to swell up, both of you nearing the high the two of you desperately chased. He was wildly twitching inside of you and you felt even fuller than before. A particular hard thrust against your g-spot made you see stars, the sight of yours spotting as you tumbled over the edge. Your pussy clenched down on him in a vice grip, unabling him from moving as you milked every single drop out of him. Spurt after spurt bursted out into your pussy, painting your walls white as your slick gushed out of your cunt, flowing down his cock. His lap was drenched with both of your juices, a mess made by the moaning mess you two were. He had his eyes closed, head thrown back as his groans slowly faded, hips still twitching from the aftershock. Your walls were also still fluttering from the fading high, slowly coming back down to earth. Exhausted you fell face first into his chest and he caught you in his arms, a small chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“The name is Kuroo by the way but I’m okay with you calling me kitten.”

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Let It Snow Chapter 3/4: And Since We’ve No Place To Go

Pairing: Steve x Reader (No use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 3,658

Warnings: Intense noncon (turns into dubcon) smut, breeding kink, knotting, ABO/heat cycles; stomach distention (idk the thing where you see the dick in the stomach; size kink? is it size kink?), dirty talk, kind of manipulation bc of Alpha/Omega instincts, idk it’s all shady, Steve is a shady man

A/N: Hello, I know everyone has been eagerly waiting for this next chapter!! I'm so sorry for the delay; I have been studying for the NCLEX and it's taken a serious chunk of time out of my life, bc I want to pass so that I can finally be a nurse. So that has kind of taken priority over writing for the time being. Because of that, I don't expect to have another chapter out until after I pass, which (hopefully) should be next Friday. I expect to get the next chapter out sometime the week after that. Thank you again to @jessieray98 my beta reader!

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Steve pressed his body flush against her now, and she was able to fully feel the outline of his hard cock against her. It had been hard for so long—painful and aching, waiting to get inside this sweet Omega—that he groaned at the feeling of it pressed against her, relief in the soft pressure of her belly.

“Wait—Captain Rogers—”

Shaking his head, he chuckled and pushed his body harder against hers, unable to resist anymore. “Sweet Omega—precious girl… Let me show you.”

It was easy to nudge her hand away from her stomach and press his hand against her instead, right on her pelvis, where he could feel blood pulsing and churning, readying her body to carry life. The sensation of his body so close to hers, only separated by the thin fabric of her dress, the way it eased the cramping and contracting of her womb—she couldn’t help but moan, sweet relief and warmth washing through her stomach.

“C-captain,” she stammered, body practically convulsing against him. Oh, he loved it when she called him that. “I don’t—I need—I need—" As she whimpered her denial of him, her body giving conflicting messages. Her pelvis pressed forward against his hips, trying to get closer, while her hands pressed against his broad shoulders, trying in vain to push him away.

His other hand still rested on the back of her neck, but it smoothed up the back of her head, fingers winding into her hair and gripping hard, tilting her head to the side to present her scent glands to him. They were beautifully flushed, contrasting against the color of her skin, and puffy, swollen, exuding the most delicious smell. He slowly leaned his head forward, nose brushing from her ear, down her neck, to the join of her neck and shoulder, pressing his nose against that hypersensitive gland.

The sensation made her squirm, drew a frail whimper from her lips, a helpless little sound, his helpless Omega. Steve breathed her scent in, mind reeling at finally being able to scent her straight from the source.

She smelled like fresh, earthy herbs—basil and thyme—and something sweet, floral, like lavender. Then there was something distinctly her, something a little musky, maybe like vanilla, but deeper. He associated it with her arousal, like the sweet cum left on her pillow after she would bring herself to orgasm.

The feeling of his nose on her hardly prepared her for when his lips met her heated skin, tongue darting out to taste her skin, salty with sweat, the fresh scent of soap, a taste of the Mediterranean Sea. His tongue was so hot against her, so wet and soothing against her swollen glands, she couldn’t help but let out a shuddering breath, something between a whimper and a moan.

And then he closed his lips around the puckered skin and sucked, sweet pressure torturing her, too much and not enough sensation all at once. “Oh—” she whimpered, grinding her hips against him, the hard line of his cock pressing painfully into her pubic bone.

Recognizing that his Omega needed some kind of relief, Steve shoved a knee between her legs, pressing his thigh up against the cleft between her thighs. The creamy folds of her skirt bunched up between them and he could feel that her slick had already soaked through her panties.

“Oh, honey,” he cooed, scratching his nails gently along her scalp. At the same time, he took her hip in one hand and pressed her down against his thigh, letting her pussy drag against the rough fabric of his dress pants, just short of enough pressure to be satisfying.

Mind swirling, she was delirious with the sensations now, caught up between the lips on her neck, the pressure on her cunt, the hardness of his cock against her tummy, and the heat of his hands on her body. Momentarily, she relinquished herself to the feelings, letting him maneuver her hips until she was clenching her thighs around his, pressing down on his leg, grinding up against him—begging him for something, anything more.

“A-Alpha,” she cried, her body an object for him to manipulate as he worked towards his end goal. “Alpha, please, please—”

“Tell me what you need, Omega.”

“I need—I need—” she gulped. “I need to come—please.”

“Come on my thigh, sweetheart. Just one to take the edge off.”

“No—no—Alpha, I need more—”

He tightened his grip on her hair and pressed his thigh up harder against her. “Greedy girl,” he growled into her skin, teeth grazing against her scent glands, marking sharp scratches into the swollen tissue, and she sobbed. Tears fell down her cheeks, he could feel them dripping down her neck and wetting the side of his face. “My greedy little Omega… You’re gonna come on my thigh—and then I’m going to take you apart, piece by piece.” He licked her tears up, up her neck, her cheeks.

“Steve,” she whispered.

A few gentle kisses on her cheeks, her temples, her open lips, seemed to mollify her enough that she stopped struggling. “I want to taste you, your sweet little cunt. I’m gonna work you open, get you ready to take my cock. And then I’m going to fuck you, deep like your body needs me, and I’m gonna knot you. Oh, baby doll—I’m gonna keep you on my knot all day, just like you need—”

Steve wasn’t expecting her to come so abruptly, but she did, crying out into the air around them, tears still falling, thighs clenching down on his, body almost convulsing from the pleasure. Her fists knotted into his hair, holding him against her neck until she was finished, panting heavily against his skin, head rolling back, dazed.

Although he had sated her immediate pleasure, he knew it wouldn’t be long until she was begging for him again, writhing in pain. He managed to get her up the stairs and onto the mattress before she stirred again.

“Wait—” she muttered, still too boneless to fight him off.

“I’m not waiting anymore, Omega—this is what you need,” he growled against her neck. His fingers worked at the zipper of her dress, quickly pulling it off her shoulders and down her legs. The navy silk of her underwear didn’t match her lacy maroon bra, but she looked beautiful to him, dressed in red, white, and blue, his colors, like she wore it just for him.

“Steve—” she gasped, trying to cover her chest with her arms. “No, wait—Steve—”

It was unfortunate that she was still lucid enough to try and resist him. Soon enough she would realize again how much she needed his cock.

Slotting himself between her thighs, hips keeping her legs spread wide just for him, he began to scent her thoroughly. Rubbing his beard and scent glands against her chest and face, her neck, her shoulders—everywhere he could reach—intent on marking her as his, exuding enough strong dominant Alpha pheromones to temporarily calm her mind into surrender. With her hands pushing against him, it made his task difficult, so he pinned her wrists down with one strong hand.

He kissed along her breasts, fingers pulling down the straps of her bra so her shoulders were bare, then the cups so her breasts were naked for him. A quick press of his lips against her scent gland, and then he trailed down to her breasts, lapped his soft tongue gently at her nipples until she was moaning and pushing her chest up into him.

Her earlier protests soon died away as her need suddenly grew stronger, hands trembling with want as he held her tight, her body writhing against him. The vibrating in her skin returned as her arousal mounted, the tidal wave of her heat peaking once again. Instinct demanded his knot buried inside her, trapping his cock and his come deep within her cunt. It manifested as a feeling deep within her, an itch, an ache, one that she knew wouldn’t go away without something filling her up.

Although her mind resisted, her body knew what it needed. Her body knew it needed Steve’s thick Alpha knot filling her up; now that part of her overpowered her own will.

The press of his cock against her core through the fabric of their clothes made her whine for him, hips canting against his. He could smell her arousal, feel her plush flesh on his, so fucking sweet and intoxicating, it made his head swim.

“So soft,” he groaned against her flesh, teeth grazing her areolas and making her keen. “So pretty.” He could only imagine how they would swell for him, hold milk for their pups, how lovely they would be throughout her pregnancy.

“Steve, please—”

“Don’t worry, pretty little Omega,” he chuckled against the peak of her breast. “I’ll take care of you, love.”

“Please, please, please.” Her mindless begging made his cock twitch and ache with need. “Please, Alpha, please—”

“You beg so pretty, my darling.” He raised himself up on his knees above her, distancing their hips, much to her displeasure as she let out a soft sob and pouted up at him. One hand held her wrists together against her stomach while his other took her hip in a bruising grip, preventing her from making any movement towards him.

His eyes were trained on the damp spot on her panties, darkening the blue fabric to a glossy black, so much slick soaked through that the fabric shone from her wetness. He wanted to lick the fabric dry until the only thing he could taste was her cunt.

Gentle fingers skimmed across her pussy over the silk, rubbing just enough to make the fabric slip and slide over her labia, over her clit, everything so wet that it eliminated all friction on her sensitive flesh.

Another sob escaped her lips, wrists straining against his hold. Lost in her tortuous heat, she chanted for him. “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—”

“Beg for me, sweetheart,” he interrupted her mantra. “I want to hear you beg for me again.”

“Please,” she acquiesced at once, wincing as her uterus contracted, a mild cramp located in her core. “Please, oh please, please Alpha, I need you—”

His fingers pressing against her pussy cut her words short, firm circles on her clit through her panties, almost enough pressure but just something missing—

“That’s a good start, honey, but I know you can do better than that.”

“Oh, God” she sobbed, tears spilling, “Oh, God—more! Put your fingers in me—fuck me—please, fuck me, knot me, please, please Alpha—” It was agony, the way he tormented her with his barely-there touches, everything just not enough. She gasped and winced as the cramp grew stronger, taking over her mind, the pitch of her voice rising with hysteria at the pain. “Please, please—it hurts!” she cried, tears gathering in her eyes and falling down her temples into her hairline. “It hurts so bad, Alpha, I need more, I need you to fix it, please—”

“Oh, sweetie,” he cooed, blue eyes looking down at her with pity and lust and love, and it was almost cruel the way he loved her. After removing her panties, he pushed a finger inside her pussy, groaning at the way her walls fluttered around him like they were trying to keep him inside. “You’re so tight, baby, I’m gonna have to open you up before you can take my cock.”

She shook her head, “No, Alpha, please—need it now—”

He pulled his hand away and delivered a hard slap to her cunt, the sting amplified by her wetness, making her cry out. “Now, now,” he chastised her as she thrashed around. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Be a good girl and let your Alpha work you open.”

Leaning over her, he returned his finger to her heat, working her clit with his thumb and distracting her with deep kisses, swallowing her whimpers and sobs. Slowly, he worked another finger into her, then another, until he was teasing at her entrance with his pinky. She opened up beautifully for him, so pink and flushed and dripping wet, ready for his cock.

As she was on the verge of coming, he withdrew his fingers, ignoring her sweet little whine as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. He looked down at her, the way she writhed around before him, needy and wanting for his knot. Palming his bulge leisurely, he groaned. “God, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.”

“Alpha—” she whimpered.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening.” He unbuttoned his pants slowly and took them off along with his underwear. Then he took his cock in his hand, stroking it. “I’m finally gonna fuck you.” She was distracted from his words at the sight of his cock, which she reached for with grabby hands, her mouth watering at the sight. “I’m gonna fuck you all through your heat, come inside you so many times, plug you full with my knot.”

That seemed to almost break her out of her reverie, and a flash of a frown played on her face. “I’m not on birth control,” she said. “Please don’t—we can’t—are there—do you have condoms?”

He groaned, tightening his grip at the base of his cock so he wouldn’t come. “Oh, baby, my love, my darling,” he leaned over her, easily resisting her hands trying to push him away, thick thighs like cinderblocks between her legs, holding her wide open and exposed for his cock, which he positioned at her weeping entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. It’ll feel so good bare—nothing separating us, nothing preventing my seed from taking root in your stomach.”

“Wait!” she gasped as he pushed forward, her eager cunt consuming him.

“I’m not waiting anymore,” he growled, pushing in all the way until his balls rested against her ass. “I’ve waited for months.” Pulling out, he gave a sharp thrust, making her groan. He repeated, “I’m not waiting anymore.”

As he started to fuck her in full, she keened, back arching into him, his threats of impregnating her completely forgotten what with the sudden relief he gave her. “Alpha!” she gasped, hands no longer pushing him away, but instead holding onto his shoulders, his hair, as he furiously fucked into her.

“Good girl, my good, sweet Omega,” he groaned.

His words melted the remaining hesitance inside of her and she arched up into him, wanting to be his good girl, his sweet Omega. “Yes, yes, Alpha, yes—” she chanted, until he fucked her so hard she couldn’t breathe.

Fisting her hair, Steve pulled her head to the side to bare her neck to him. “Take my cock, Omega—you take it so well.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her scent gland, then placed his lips over it and sucked, her sweet scent flooding his nose and mouth like he was drowning in her perfume.

It was all too much for her—his cock, his lips, her heat having been building for so long, his incessant teasing—and she came hard, body spasming in his arms. He continued to fuck her through it, as her muscles went rigid and shaky, and then lax as she relaxed into him. Her eyes were glazed now, her body limp, letting him fuck her like a ragdoll, letting him revel in the way her pussy spasmed around his cock and sucked him in deeper.

And once her orgasm was done, and she realized that he still hadn’t given her his knot, she sobbed. “No, no, Steve, Alpha—need your knot—please—”

“Oh, I know, honey, my poor baby.” He leaned down over her with a condescending grin, peppering her skin with soft little kisses. She whimpered and squirmed. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you my knot, baby.”

He straightened up and sat back on his feet, draping her thighs across his own, easily holding her boneless legs around his hips. His thrusts jarred her each time, and she whimpered with every single one, her spent body being pummeled by his cock. When he hitched her hips up a little higher, allowing his cock to hit that perfect spot each time, that’s when he saw the bulge in her pelvis, the shape of his large cock visible fucking in and out of her.

She cried out. The sensation of his cock inside of her was incredible, overwhelming almost to the point of pain. Her head was bearing her weight at an odd angle now with this new position.

“See this, my love?” he asked, pushing in all the way, hips stilling. Running his fingers lightly across the bulge in her tummy, he encouraged her to look at it. “That’s my cock, right where it belongs. Deep inside you, making you mine.” He slowly started to fuck her again, letting the heat slowly build up again until she was squirming and urgent. “Tell me, are you mine?”

“Alpha, please,” she begged him again, “I need your knot—please, please—”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he purred, picking up speed, hardly breaking a sweat. Playing with her clit, he ran his other hand over her breasts, her belly, her hips, looking at her so reverently, with so much love in his eyes and his heart for his Omega. In a soft voice, he said, “You’re going to be such a good Omega for me, my pretty girl.”

“Yes,” she sighed as his fingers on her clit sped up until she was thrusting her hips into his as much as she could. He could tell by her face that she was close, the way her eyebrows scrunched together, lips opening around nothing as she cooed for more.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he whispered, almost reaching his own completion, voice growing gruffer and guttural the closer he got. “I’m gonna fill your belly with me, and you’re going to look so beautiful.” He growled, “Gonna look so pretty, belly swollen with my pups,” he ran a hand across her stomach, then brought it up to squeeze her breast. “Our babies will nurse from these, and I’m gonna keep you filled up all the time—God—so fucking pretty—a baby in your belly, a baby on your tit—"

He pushed her over the edge then, the finger on her clit rubbing her to completion, his words fueling the illicit fire in her stomach, her Omega brain craving his words to be actualized. “Yes!” she cried, her body tightening and snapping, cunt milking his cock for his release.

Finally, he let himself go, allowed himself to come deep inside her, the head of his cock pressed right at her malleable cervix, ripe to receive his seed and take it into her womb and create a physical token of their love, of his ownership of her body.

His knot swelled and caught at the entrance of her cunt, locking his cock and his come deep inside of her, the pressure on her walls prolonging her orgasm. He collapsed over her and gave a few deep, aborted thrusts, his knot limiting his movement as he tried to fuck his come deeper inside of her although she was already so full, the imprint of his cock in her belly more visible than ever now.

The endorphins from the knotting flooded his mind, made him crazy, and suddenly, he could only think of one thing: claiming her in every possible way.

Teeth bared, he bit down hard on her bonding gland, feeling the skin stretch and then snap as he sank his canines deep into her shoulder. Her blood and scent flooded his mouth, tasting like the sweetest wine he had ever drank, rich and bold, complimented by her cry of pleasure and her cunt clamping down on his cock for the third time, body quaking underneath him with the force of her orgasm.

He came again, too, sending more come deep inside her. It seared her insides and he could feel that there was so much of it, copious amounts filling her entire channel all the way down to his knot wedged inside her entrance.

The bond snapped into place so suddenly that it jarred him, feeling the tug of her soul against his, her pleasure magnifying and intensifying his own. He hoped she could feel his love for her, his desire and his devotion. It felt so right, almost like they had always been bonded, and suddenly Steve couldn’t think of his life without her, without their hearts twined together, a perfect fit, like they were custom made, manufactured just for each other.

“My love,” he sighed, bringing his lips all along her neck, licking and kissing and scenting her thoroughly, lapping away the blood and tear tracks, all salt and sharp metallic until he licked it all away and he could only taste her skin and her scent. He buried his face in her hair then, rubbing against her, before pulling back to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted in bliss. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup her face. “Darling, look at me.”

Steve wanted to see his mate’s eyes, look into her soul as he knotted her, wanted to watch her as their souls bound together the same way their bodies did.

Her eyes opened, bleary and unseeing. His cock twitched at how dazed she looked, knowing that it was all due to him, his cock. Then she seemed to focus on him, and she frowned.

“S-Steve…” A twinge of confusion pulled at their bond. “What… what did you do?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed gently. He kissed her, which easily distracted her in her befuddled state of mind. Then he thrusted his hips against her again, as deep as he could go, rubbing at her clit until she shook, coming for a fourth time, body hypersensitive, needing his baby.

It was this orgasm that brought her down, and she passed out, thoroughly sated to the point of exhaustion, his cock still lodged deep inside of her.

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Desperate

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

summary ||  It’s been far too long, and you both need to let off some steam.

word count || 6,219

warnings || !!SMUT!! (unsafe sex, dom/sub vibes, innocence kink, fingering, p in v sex, dom!Javier, slight mocking/degradation, overstimulation, some spanking, multiple orgasms, creampie, “beg for it”, egregious use of ‘princesa’ and ‘good girl’ bc I’m a glutton, Javi loves feeling powerful okay), ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION

a/n || I’m amazed at how long this took, but I wanted this to be perfect. I hope my fellow Javi hoes enjoy

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It had been weeks since you were able to go out with Javier and spend the night drinking and having a good time. You didn’t blame him, of course. Work was busy for the both of you and you had barely seen each other outside of curling up in bed together at the end of the day. It wasn’t something you had expected, the first time he wrapped his arms around you in bed and fell right asleep. Falling asleep together without at least one round of exhausting sex was unheard of - until it wasn’t. Until it was a rarity for you to fall asleep alone, sex or no sex, and you were craving the feeling of his breath at you neck just as much as you were craving the feeling of his hand sliding under the hem of your underwear. Neither of you said anything about it, too afraid to break the delicate trance of happiness that had enveloped your lives.

Steve had insisted for Javier to bring you to the club with him and Connie, worried that if everyone didn’t let off some steam soon, they would end up at each other’s throats. Steve wasn’t wrong, either. As suddenly and surprisingly sweet the last few weeks had been, all work and no play left Javi a very pent up man, so you accepted enthusiastically when he called you before leaving the office. You were a whirlwind in your apartment as you tried to beat the clock to get ready before your lover arrived, clothes yanked from their neatly organized places as you searched for a very specific dress. One you knew would make Javier lose his mind.

There was no knock at your door when Javi arrived. He simply walked in, something he had done since the very beginning of your little...whatever the hell this was. It was something he loved about you, that you left the door unlocked when you knew he would be on his way. So trusting in him. At first it had made him beyond nervous. What if someone managed to get there before he did, had the luck to try your door one of the few times it wasn’t secure? Why the fuck did you trust him so much? But over time, the worries melted into something soft and appreciative that warmed his chest and scared him even more.

There really was no winning with Javier sometimes.

But he couldn’t even keep that train of thought when he pushed your bedroom door open and saw you bent over to dig through the bottom drawer of your dresser, only in a bra and pair of panties that made his mouth water. So much bare skin, all for him to look at and greedily touch however he wanted. The surprised gasp you gave when Javier’s hand slid down your lower back to grab at the globe of your ass made him smirk, even when you spun around and smacked at his chest with a playful glare.

“God, Javi! You’re lucky I didn’t punch you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed up on your tiptoes to kiss him, grinning when he yanked you closer to bring you firmly against his chest. He watched as the momentary fear of his abrupt arrival melted away into something soft and happy, and it tugged at his chest. “I’ll be ready in just a second, okay?”

Javi hummed at you in acknowledgement but didn’t let go until you squirmed out of his grip and ushered him out the bedroom door. He would never admit it, but he pouted in the living room while he waited for you. He wanted to watch you get dressed. There really wasn’t a better sight than watching you shimmy into a pair of ridiculously tight jeans.

Watching you emerge from your room in a tight black dress was a close fuckin’ second, though. The muscle in his jaw ticked, his teeth clenched, and to anyone else he probably looked pissed. You knew him too well, though. He was just trying to convince himself not to tear it off of you and fuck you right on the floor in the living room. The harsh exhale that left him when you teasingly beckoned him to follow you towards your door told you that you were in for a long night.

Javier kept at least one hand on you the entire time - through the cab ride, as you waited at the bar for your drinks, even when you slid into a booth with Connie and Steve. It was grounding for the both of you. Javier made you feel safe, just the simplicity of a hand on your thigh or an arm draped over your shoulder. The feeling of your skin helped Javier stay in the moment, kept him from drifting into the mindset of Agent Peña, who would be beyond on edge with all of the people and noise.

“One more shot, and I bet you’ll be able to convince him to dance with you.” Connie grinned conspiratorially, nodding to where Javi was making his way through the crowd with a tray of shots.

“Oh, I could get him to dance with me stone cold sober. Doesn’t take much convincing either.” You said with a small wink and Connie laughed at the way Steve crinkled his nose.

“Yeah, I do not need to see that.” Steve stood and offered Connie his hand with a wag of his eyebrows, leaving you at the table just as Javi set down the drinks. He watched them disappear onto the dancefloor before turning those pretty eyes on you.

“The hell was that about?” Javi grumbled as he handed you one of the shot glasses. He was about to take his own when you leaned forward to speak into his ear, balancing yourself with a hand against his chest.

“They didn’t want to see me all over you.” You spoke low, letting a teasing lilt take over your tone, before you took your shot and sighed harshly at the burn of whiskey. Javi froze in front of you, that hungry glint in his eyes that you absolutely adored, shot glass still hovering at his lips. “Gonna take your shot before or after you get your hands on me?”

The whiskey was tipped back into his mouth before he slammed the glass onto the table so hard you worried he had broken it. You didn’t get the chance to see if he actually did before Javier dragged you away from the table and the only thing you could think about were those strong hands at your waist.

Dancing with Javier always left you breathless. Not from the actual dancing, but from him. The man could make the entire universe shrink to just him and the way he moved against you, the sway of his hips and ease with which he moved your body however he wanted. It was moments like these that reminded you exactly who it was you were messing with. Javier Peña could take whatever he wanted from you. He would only do that if you explicitly told him to, of course, but feeling the flex of his biceps as he curled his arms around your body, the strength in his hands as he grabbed a handful of your ass… it left you yearning.

Anticipation danced down your spine with every graze of his skin against yours, every sharp bite he gave to your neck and shoulders, every grind of his hips against your ass. You turned to face him, winding your arms around his neck to drag him down close enough to almost kiss him. He was expecting you to, you could tell by the way his lips parted and the slight pout of his bottom lip when you didn’t give him what he wanted. Instead, you pressed your forehead to his and drank him in; his eyes were hooded, glazed slightly with alcohol and lust, his curls slightly damp with sweat, chest rolling with each breath. The top buttons of his dress shirt were undone and mischief danced through your veins when you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck and then bite his collarbone just a smidge harder than necessary.

Javi hissed and yanked you back with a fist wrapped in your hair - not exactly something you weren’t used to from your lover. His teeth were bared slightly as he took in your prone form. There was nothing he loved more than seeing you so… obedient for him, even when you were using that mouth of yours in ways he didn’t approve of. He tutted at you, slowly turning your head from side to side as if he was amused by his control over you.

“Careful, princesa.” Javi rasped in your ear. The low tone of his voice made you want to melt right there on the filthy club floor. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He was expecting a retort, something eloquent and teasing perhaps. You knew this, somewhere in the back of your mind, but all you could think about was the controlling grip he had against your head. Heat and tension began coiling tighter in your belly and any intent to be a tease fell away into need.

“Please,” It came out on an airy exhale, barely audible over the music and raucous sounds of partying. Your lover tilted his head at you, eyebrows drawn together in confusion as if he didn’t understand you, so you licked your lips and tried again. “Javi, please.”

“You’ll be a good girl for me tonight, hm?” Javi’s eyes went slightly darker when you nodded at him and he let go of your hair, smoothing his palm over the back of your head. “I’ll tell Murphy we’re leaving. Stay right here.”

With a kiss to your forehead, Javier stepped away from you and disappeared to find his partner and it was as if the world snapped back into place. His presence was all consuming and the moment he would leave it was like the rest of the universe came back into existence, still fuzzy around the edges from his intensity. Having all of that energy focused on you? It was better than any alcohol, any drug.

The entire cab ride to Javier’s apartment was tense and you wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind, rip off your seatbelt, and climb into Javier’s lap, but the firm hand on your thigh kept you in place. You almost did exactly that when he let go, but the sight of those talented fingers rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt had your brain short-circuiting. The combination of already being tipsy and Javi’s innate ability to make you horny beyond reason left you dizzy. Javi smirked at the way your lips parted as he slowly exposed his forearms but the teasing words at the tip of his tongue disappeared at the gentle way you touched his inner wrist. Your fingers trailed up into his palm, so soft that it almost tickled, and then flipped his hand in yours to feel the ridges of his knuckles and tendons. So fucking reverent when you looked at him. It lit a fire in his veins.

“You have nice hands.” You said it out of nowhere and Javi frowned, about to ask you what the hell that even meant, but the cab lurched to a stop outside his apartment building. The fire in your eyes returned as if it had never left - it was enough to have him tossing the cabbie his money and dragging you along with him.

A loud bang echoed through his apartment when Javier burst through the door, rushing in backwards just far enough to get the door closed and shove you against it. The air was forced out of you at the impact, but it wasn’t as if you could really catch your breath with his mouth fused against yours to begin with. Javier tapped your thighs and you automatically hopped up, letting him hitch your thighs around his waist and brace your weight against the door. The hard edges of the door bit into your back, sure to leave red marks that Javi would marvel at once the need to bury into each other was sated.

“This...fucking dress.” Javier growled against your lips before he leaned away just enough to glare down at your cleavage and curves as if he were infuriated. You knew better, knew that the heat in his glare was hunger, not anger. His hand groped and massaged at your thighs and ass with a fervor that made you feel beyond desired - every touch was desperate, like he would implode without it. “Get your ass upstairs. I want you on the bed by the time I get up there.”

You shuddered in anticipation as he set you down on your feet, the sharp smack he gave your thigh ushering you towards his bedroom. Before you rounded the corner, Javi called out your name and when you turned to look at him… the man always looked handsome, but in the low light, sleeves rolled up, shirt half unbuttoned and untucked from his slacks, the bulge of his cock against his zipper… he was magnificent.

“Naked.”

You smirked. “Yes, sir.”

You fled to his room before Javier could storm over and snatch you up. That pert little phrase always seemed to make him rougher, needier, and that was just what you were craving from him. You stripped as you went, leaving your heels and dress in the hallway and dropping your lacy underwear right in front of the door. Wasting no time, you crawled up into the center of his bed, tucking your legs off to the side and propping yourself up with one arm. A simple way to pose yourself, accentuating the curve of your hips. Chills washed over your skin in the cool air, but you would be warmed up soon enough. Javi wouldn’t be able to resist such a pretty display for him. Down the hall, you saw the light flick on in the bathroom and could hear the sound of the faucet running, and you couldn’t help but smile knowing that even in his tipsy state, he was washing his hands before he came to fuck you within an inch of your life.

He meandered through the hallway, feigning disinterest as he looked down at the lace at his feet before meeting your eyes, one eyebrow raised. It was the sweet smile you gave him that made him break, the tiniest upward curve to his lips as he made his way to you. Javi intended to kiss you, to have a full on teenage makeout session before he even began exploring the familiarity of your body. It was one of his favorite things after all - the way you would grind against him, the sweet sounds he pulled from your body, the spit-slick and slightly swollen lips - but when he trailed the back of his fingers down your calf, something in him snapped.

A surprised laugh echoed through the bedroom when Javier yanked you onto your back and pulled you right to the edge of the bed, using the hand at your ankle to spread your legs wide for him. Bashfulness bloomed on your face at the sudden exposure, and paired with the way Javier’s sharp gaze watched your every move, every rise and fall of your chest, every tiny twitch of your hips, you felt the heady rush of vulnerability and trust that you could only ever get from Javi.

“Don’t pretend to be shy.” Javier muttered as he fixed his gaze on your core, his nostrils flaring as he took in just how wet and swollen you were for him. All for him. His thumb rubbed at your inner thigh, trailing closer and closer to the one place you needed him to touch, excitement dancing along your skin, and he smirked at the needy cant of your hips. “We both know you want this…”

A plea was at the tip of your tongue, ready to tempt him into giving you what you want, but it was all for naught the moment he slid his fingers through your cunt to tease at your clit. Your eyes slammed shut the moment you felt those calloused fingertips zero in and start to rub in slow circles, your back arching as you gasped out Javi’s name.

“Good girl,” Javier immediately rewarded you by sliding a finger into your wet cunt, reveling in the low whine it drew from you. His other hand palmed your breast possessively, talented fingers tweaking your nipple until you cried out louder for him, a hot shock of pride rocketing through Javi’s chest. You always sound so pretty for him. He wasted no time in setting a steady rhythm, curling his finger on each thrust just to watch the way your jaw dropped open and eyebrows furrowed. You always look so pretty for him, too.

Javier leaned over you to study your face as he used his thumb to rub your clit in time with the strokes he laid into that one spot that made you see stars behind your eyelids, and hell, he needed to see those eyes. You listened so perfectly for him when he told you to open your eyes, his voice low and commanding in that timbre that made you want to spend the rest of your life with him between your thighs. They almost fluttered shut again as Javier slid a second finger in next to the first and his other hand left your breast to grab your jaw in an almost painful grip, stopping the pleasurable roll of his fingers inside of you.

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me, hermosa.” Javi didn’t move again until you nodded as much as you could under his hand, but when he did, it wasn’t the gentle, rhythmic press from before. No, he fucked you with his fingers, curling his fingertips into your g-spot ruthlessly, and fuck, combined with the roll of his thumb over your clit, you were keening underneath him.

Tension tightened low in your belly, euphoria threatening to spill over your entire body and leave you shimmering in its aftermath, and fuck, wait, why was he slowing down?! Your disgruntled whining was muffled by his hand and you were so tempted to reach down between your legs and finish yourself off, but a move like that would leave you with an ass covered in red marks and trembling for release for hours. It was a little game Javi loved to play when he was feeling like a cocky little shit, but he had done this enough times for you to know how to get what you wanted from him.  So instead, you gripped his wrist gently and repositioned his hand so you could draw his fingers into your mouth.

Curses muttered in Spanish were the only response you got, Javi’s dark eyes transfixed on the way you sucked his fingers while still giving him those sweet, innocent eyes. You never looked at anyone the way you looked at him - Javi spent enough time around you to know as much, and he fucking loved it. He felt special, important. Needed. There was nothing prettier than the sight of you writhing and needy beneath him.

He met each roll of your hips with steady thrusts, those talented hands wringing out gasps around his fingers. Never had you met a man who could bring you to the edge with a good finger fucking and just a few filthy praises, but then again, there were no men like Javier Peña, period. Your back arched, pressing you closer to your lover, your hand gripped his wrist tighter, the other tearing at the sheets. He was too fucking good at this, was going to send you over the edge before you could even get in a deep enough breath to warn him. It came out slurred, muddled around his fingers, a steady stream of ‘please, please, please,’ that made Javier groan low in his chest.

“Go on, baby. Cum for me, cum on my fingers.” was growled into your ear, followed by the sharp drag of teeth along your pulse and you shattered beneath him. The tension snapped and you couldn’t even moan, couldn’t cry out under the assault of his fingers riding you through your orgasm and holy fucking shit, there was no way this wouldn’t be the death of you.

Death by orgasm.

Put that on your gravestone.

Coming down from your high felt like being underwater, like the entire world was suspended around you, muffled and not entirely real. It was the drag of Javier’s fingertips up the soft flesh of your stomach, leaving a wet trail to cool on your skin, and the gentle roll of your nipple between his fingers that pulled you towards clarity. Javi’s voice was almost too low to hear over the aftermath of pleasure rushing through your ears as he murmured praise into your sweat-slick skin. He was still stood at the edge of the bed, chest heaving with each harsh breath as he watched you bask in the orgasm his talented fingers drew from you.

You sat up slowly, perched on the edge of the bed with Javier stood between between your open thighs - right where he belonged. The innocence of the gentle smile you gave him, the way your bottom lip was caught between your teeth… it made him want to tear you apart, break you down to your most base state and watch you try to find yourself all over again. The hand on your thigh squeezed lightly when you cupped the tent in his slacks, immediately followed by a hiss through clenched teeth at the expert roll of your wrist.

“Go on,” Javier was no less commanding when his voice was low and raspy. If anything it made you even more compelled to listen to him, to hang off of his every word and follow them to the letter just for the opportunity of being called his good girl again. That’s why you undid the button of his pants with deft fingers, biting back a groan at the sight of his cock bobbing free of its confines to stand proud against his belly, and you leaned forward to lick the slick beading at the tip. Your efforts to please him with your mouth were thwarted by a harsh pull at your hair and you gasped at the sudden pain, ready to whine and beg for him to fuck your mouth without holding back. It was the steeled resolve in his eyes that shut you up. “Later. Wanna bury myself in this pretty cunt.”

The filthiness of his words made you smirk as you got onto your knees and lowered your upper body to be flush with the sheets. If there was one position that made Javi go wild, it was this - the sight of you baring yourself to him, your pussy glistening in the low light, hips swaying slightly as if you were trying to lure him in…

A sharp smack against your ass made you jump in surprise, your surprised gasp morphing into a melodic, excited giggle that had a thrill shivering up Javier’s spine. You were so good to him. So good for him. Javier yanked his pants all the way down and kicked them away as if their very existence in that moment was an insult before he kneeled on the bed, pride flashing through his chest in a searing rush when you whined high in your throat, the tiny sound full of anticipation. He notched the head of his cock right at your entrance, rubbing the sensitive skin there for a heartbeat before thrusting into your wet heat.

Javier filled you in one sure, seemingly unending push forward that made you arch your back even more just to try to fit him, not stopping until his hips were pressed flush against your ass. The fluttering of your cunt around him was always overwhelming from the second he fucked into you, both of your bodies desperate to adjust to the intensity. Javi grinded down against you, teeth clenching at the sweet, intoxicated sounds he pulled from your body.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Javier soothed, his tone just barely teasing as he slid one hand over your hip in circles. “You know you can take it.”

You could only nod in response, your voice stolen by the stretch of his cock. Tremors were already beginning in your thighs from the sheer fullness but that first slow drag as he pulled back to slam into you had your entire body trembling. It was almost too much but somehow not enough all at once, your body keening for more but quivering at the very thought. Javi set about a pace that had your ass juggling with every thrust, shoving you further into the sheets and leaving you to writhe beneath his commanding grip.

The words you tried to get out fizzled out as quickly as they formed. They broke off in the middle and disappeared into the soft cotton you pressed your face further into, almost embarrassed by the sudden fleetingness of your ability to think properly. It was a talent seemingly only possessed by Javier. The grip on your hips where he used you as counterweight to thrust into you that would surely leave bruises, the bite of his short fingernails into the soft skin of your waist and thighs, the way he would grind down against your g-spot until you cried out for him… it was a spell only he could entangle you in.

Javier wasn’t any better. Muddled groans and praise fell from his lips like honey, dripped through you in a sweet, scorching reminder that this was you. You made him lose his mind, made that usually direct and to the point sense of control slip away into something base, instinctual, and absolutely fucking filthy. The thought alone would have been enough to have you writhing and desperate for another orgasm at those talented hands, but combined with the tight grip he had on your body and the eagerness in every thrust had you ready to beg.

And he could tell.

You were yanked up before you could even realize what was happening, the entire world spinning and losing meaning as he guided you up onto your knees. Your head fell back against his shoulder at the hot press of his chest to your back and fuck, Javier loved it. You were his, all for him, and the way you went absolutely limp at the rough way he pleasured you. He braced his forearm just beneath your breasts, the other hand kept you steady at your hip, and he fucked you. Reveled in the breathy moans that were better than any music to have blessed the earth. Drew his hips back just to snap them against you, pounded you with his cock just to hear the way it made you mewl for him. Gritted his teeth against the urge to spill himself right in the tightness of your cunt right then and there. 

“Beg for it.” He commanded, the hand at your hip trailing down to tease at the curls above your sex, so close to giving you want you wanted. You keened against him, hips undulating in stuttered, needy rolls, still unable to force your lips to form a coherent thought. “Go on, princesa. Beg.”

“P-please, I… oh, fuck, please!” Your voice was barely recognizable, followed by a whine when Javier’s pace slowed.

“Please what?” Javier growled into your ear. You shuddered against him, a flash of annoyance at his little game making you reach behind you and bury your hand in his hair just a bit harsher than necessary. The delight you drew from the hiss that followed was short-lived. Javier bit you, that little shit, right on your shoulder in his own form of delicious revenge, the pleasure and pain sparking and morphing together in a heady haze.

“Fuck, please let me cum!” You bit out and fucking finally, Javier dipped his hand lower to swipe two fingers over your swollen clit in fast circles. A choked gasp was all you could manage, your once in tandem thrusts stuttering against the surety in which Javi fucked you.

The tension bordered on too much, hovered in that tricky space between pain and pleasure, your body still sensitive with your first orgasm. You lost yourself in the intensity of it all, the intensity of Javier’s fingers on your clit, of his dick buried inside of you as deep as he could go, of his teeth and tongue working over your neck and shoulder, and you broke. Your body went rigid against him, your orgasm ripping through your entire body like a tidal wave, crashing into you and tearing you apart.

The contrast between the way Javier gently settled you onto your back beneath him versus how hard he thrust back into you would’ve been funny if you hadn’t just came so hard your vision blacked out. This was his favorite way to look at you - eyes glazed over, mouth hung open, breasts jiggling with every push of his cock in your tight little cunt. He feels like a fucking god like this. Lording over you, controlling your body, your pleasure, your every move. Using you for his own release. Fucking you like he didn’t give a shit about you. And you just took it, moaned and whined and cried his name so beautifully, tried feebly to meet his thrusts despite being overstimulated and string out on his dick.

Something dark lurked in the back of Javier’s mind. You never faltered; you just gave and gave to him so freely. He was not a greedy man by nature, but you brought out something primal in him. The more you gave, the more he took. He wanted to see you writhing underneath him, begging him to stop, giving him those pretty wide eyes filled with tears and desperation. So he reached between your bodies and slipped his thumb over your clit.

You lurched forward, your entire body tensing and clenching, and Javier could have came right there at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. The haziness in your eyes sharpened into clarity, an almost fearful glint taking over them that only fueled Javi’s depravity. He couldn’t see them for long. The moment he began rolling your clit under his thumb, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Javier bared his teeth at the sight.

“Javi,” You whimpered, grasping at his forearm. “I can’t.”

“You can.” The low timbre of Javier’s voice is what makes you finally focus on him and fuck, he looks so good like this - jaw clenched, the dark fire burning in his eyes ready to consume you whole. The very air about him shimmered with an imposing sense of authority. He snapped his hips against you, slow but deep and harsh, his cock shoving against your cervix almost too hard. “You can and you fucking will.”

Your thighs hitched further up Javier’s waist as you squirmed under the dual assault of his cock stretching you open, fucking you full, and his thumb torturing your already exhausted clit. He grabbed your jaw, surprisingly gentle given the circumstances, and steadied your lolling head.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Open your eyes.” Javi whispered, his voice strained with the effort. There was concern in those pretty brown eyes underneath the need. “Good girl. You remember your safe word, right?”

You nodded rapidly, your breath hitching with each sharp thrust. Javier stared down at you expectantly as if he were waiting for you to give in - but since when were you to turn down an orgasm at the hands of one Javier Peña? You drew your bottom lip between your teeth and the grip on his wrist tightened, your hips slowly rolling in time with his own.

“Make me cum, Javi.”

For half a second, Javier froze, his usually sharp and quick mind falling completely blank, and then something in him breaks. A growl ripped out of his chest and Javier had to bury his face in your neck. If he kept looking at your pretty face contorted in pleasure and pain, he would’ve been done for. Every sensation threatened to be the one that threw you over the edge. The rumble of his chest with each moan, the slick slide of his cock as he fucked you, the sharpness of his teeth against your neck, the magnificent torture of his fingers rolling your clit.

Your third orgasm was shorter than the others, but no less intense. The entire world collapsed in on itself, could have imploded around you and you couldn’t have noticed, not with the way Javier pulled another orgasm from your reluctant, exhausted body. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you sunk down into that pleasant, hazy headspace and that was when Javi picked up his pace. It was devastating, your nails digging into his skin hard enough to make him hiss.

He ripped his hand away from your cunt and braced it on your hip as he chased his release in your body. It’s the exhausted pleas you whisper into his ear that has him finishing, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with his cum. Javier collapsed into you, chest to chest, his cock slowly softening inside of you. It took him a moment to realize that you were humming quietly. There was no particular melody, just happy, low humming like the purr of a content cat.

In those moments after, no matter how sore or tired you were, you felt alive, weightless. Like there was nothing else in the universe besides Javier’s weight pressing you into his mattress and the slick feeling of his cum leaking out around his cock. With a deep breath, Javier propped himself up on his elbow to look at you, subtly checking you over to make sure you were okay. The lazy smile you gave him made him grin at you, a light and undeniable happiness settling over him.

He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, settling on his side with his head propped against his fist, and tilted your head towards him to get a good look at that pretty face - eyes half-lidded, lips red and kiss swollen, your skin sweaty and covered in his marks. The pull to kiss you was magnetic, undeniable. It was gentle, almost chaste if he hadn’t just fucked you within an inch of your life.

You absentmindedly trailed your fingers over the ridges in his spine, a simple touch that he had received time and time again from so many lovers that somehow felt like a completely new experience when it came from you. It made him feel loved, special. Safe.

And then it hit him, almost as hard and breathtaking as the time he caught a bullet in his vest right over his ribs, that he didn’t just love things about you. He didn’t just love the way you left your door unlocked for him. He didn’t just love the way you smiled at him when you would catch his eye after being apart. He didn’t just love the way you seemed to only have eyes for him. He didn’t just love the way you laughed at Steve’s antics, or the way the club lights danced in your eyes, or the way you anticipated his every move, every kiss, every thrust, every, every, every…

Javier Pena loved you.

All of those pieces and a thousand more that made you who you are. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, because Javier Pena didn’t do love, but how could he help himself when you were… well, you. So filthy and sweet and fierce all wrapped up into one beautiful woman, all for him. All his. Staring up at him with those bright, happy eyes as if there wasn’t a place in the world you would rather be than in his bed.

And he was terrified. Of losing you, of scaring you off. Terrified that he could never be worthy of having a person like you. But more than that, he felt lucky. He felt loved and appreciated and cared for, and it was more intoxicating than the whiskey he downed at the club hours earlier.

“I love you.” It was barely above a whisper, his voice still rough, and his heart pounded in his chest so loud he was certain you could hear it. A small, insecure part of him expected you to be disgusted, or to laugh in his face at the very idea, but it was buried under the way you lit up for him even more and reached up to cup his cheek, your fingers rubbing through the stubble he had forgotten to take care of that morning.

“I know.” You whispered. Javi scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the relief and affection in his eyes when you didn’t outright reject him. He was easier to read than he realized. “I love you, too.”

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Revelation

note: Chris Cuomo really is the only person who has the power to make me drop everything and write smut in the middle of the day just bc of one sentence he said on air (I’m obv talking about this) and I hate him a little bit for it (jk I don’t)

words: 1.4 k

warning: swearing (as usual), smut, daddy kink (obv)

Enjoy and sorry for typos and grammar, this came right out of my stupid brain

“I just don’t know what to do! “you whined, throwing up your hands in exasperation.

The decision about whether or not you should take this once-in-a-lifetime job offer had you racking your brain for the last two weeks. You loved the place you were working at right now, it was familiar and safe, the first job you took right out of college. But you were in a dead end now, and this new opportunity meant that you would be able to climb a gigantic step up the career letter, the better salary was also a huge plus.

But with that came a lot of added responsibility, the possibility of long hours and a whole new field of work you had little experience in. The new firm was expecting your decision the next day, and you were freaking out.

You had never been the type of person to just take a leap of faith, you were a careful planner and loved talking things through over and over again before making a decision.

So you talked to the person you trusted most, you boyfriend Chris. He was a couple of years older than you, meaning that he had considerably more career and overall life experience. When you addressed the topic, he went out of his way to help you. You made lists, had hour-long discussions about the pros, cons and how it would influence the life you had together. Chris was definitely in favor of you taking the new job.

“A change of career paths is a normal thing to do, this position would grant you so much more creative space and room to grow professionally. Your current firm is great, but there is nothing left for you to aim for there. You’re only 30, you’re too young to just settle for a job without persepective.” He said, voice already slightly annoyed. You have been talking about this for two weeks now, always going back and forth, and he was starting to get fed up with the topic.

“You’re right, but I’m just so afraid. It’s so much responsibility, and I’ve never worked for a magazine like that before. What if they find out I’m completely useless at writing about fashion, and then I’ll be fired?”

“Babe, they offered you the position. That means they’ve seen your work, and they like it. They want you. Trust me, those changes are necessary. It was such a big risk for me to abandon law and go into journalism instead but look where it got me. If I hadn’t taken that step, maybe I would sit in some law firm now, but I would definitely not be happy. And even as a journalist, I had to take several turns and make changes to get where I am now. It’s part of the journey.”

“I know.” You whined. You had heard all those arguments before, but you just couldn’t make up your mind. Turning to Chris, you pouted a bit and spoke. “I hate making decisions, why can’t you just decide for me.” Hearing that, Chris just shook his head, looking really frustrated now.

“For God’s sake, Y/N, don’t force making that decision on me. I can’t do that for you. I’m not your daddy.”

It was like your brain suddenly decided to completely shut down, the words Chris just said echoing in your head over and over again. You felt a spike of arousal between your legs, clenching them together as you tried to stifle a groan.

“Say that again.” You whispered in a breathy voice.

Chris was visibly confused.

“What, I said I’m not your daddy, why-“

The needy whimper that escaped your mouth at hearing that word again interrupted him, and he looked at you with the most perplexed expression before it dawned on him.

“Fuck, baby.” He murmured as he realized what you were up to. You could see his eyes darken as he was making his way over to you, grabbing you to pull you close. He leaned down to cup your jaw with his huge hand and tilted your head up so you were looking directly at him.

“What do you want to call me, baby?” he asked, voice a low growl now.

“Daddy.” You whimpered, leaning into the touch of his hand.

“Say it again.” He groaned, and you could feel the evidence of arousal starting to push against your stomach. You moaned at how stained his voice sounded, burying your head into his broad chest. “Daddy, please.”

“Do you want daddy to take care of you, baby?” He asked, and roughly squeezed your ass over the fabric of your yoga pants.

“Yes, please touch me, I need you.” You were a total mess just from the few words Chris had said, your panties already drenched as you grinded against the bulge in his sweats.

His huge hands gripped the hem of your pants and pulled them down together with your panties in one swift motion. Seconds later, his fingers were buried in you, pumping in and out of your pussy while you were clinging to him, your knees almost giving out under you.

“Good girl, you’re so wet for daddy.” Chris muttered, his thumb brushing over your clit before harshly pressing down. You could swear that you saw stars for a second as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, making you coat Chris fingers with your arousal.

You collapsed against him, and he picked you up, carrying you over to the couch. He carefully sat you down before quicky pulling down his own pants. His cock sprung free, he was already hard, clearly enjoying this as much as you did.

Chris sat down on the couch and beckoned you over with his finger.

“Come here, baby, you know what to do.” he said, and the deep, wanton tone of his voice would’ve make you do literally anything.

You crawled over to him, climbing on his lap before slowly lowering yourself onto his cock. You cried out at the feeling of being filled like this as you slowly took every inch of him until he was fully settled inside of you.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so perfect around my cock.” Chris pressed out through clenched teeth, his hands gripping your tights so hard he was definetly leaving marks.

"Move for me, baby.” He groaned, delivering a sharp smack to your ass.

You started bouncing up and down on his cock, whimpering every time you sunk back down and felt him stretching you all over again. The friction was delicious, but you needed more.

"Daddy.” You whimpered. “Fuck me, please. I need more.” For a second, it surprised you how needy your voice was sounding, but you were beyond caring.

With a growl, Chris grabbed your tights and started pushing you up and down on his cock, snapping up his hips to deepen his thrusts. He was handling you like you weighted next to nothing and seeing him use his strength that way turned you on beyond measure. You threw your head back, totally lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re so perfect, baby.” He moaned, “such a good girl for me.”

Hearing those words was like a catalyst, and when Chris roughly pressed you down onto his cock, your climax hit you out of nowhere, making you tremble and shudder as you came. Seeing you falling apart like that pushed him over the edge as well, his iron like grip holding you down as he spent himself deep inside of you with a shout.

For a moment, no one was speaking as you slowly collected yourselves again.

“Wow, that was crazy.” You exclaimed after catching your breath.

“Yeah, I have no idea where that came from.” Chris admitted, pushing his sweat-slick hair out of his forehead before kissing you deeply. “But I really liked it.”

“Me too.” You replied. “Maybe it even convinced me to take that job offer. But I think we have to do it again before I can make a definite decision.”

You winked at him and he playfully smacked your ass in return.

“Everything for you, baby.”