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Hey friends! I know it’s been a while but I have just finished writing something if anyone’s still interested in my work!

I Don't Want It, I Need It

Description: This started off as HCS for submissive men who loved to be broken and turned into a full fic. I apologize if it seems to be written weird, it's a full fic but HC 'coded'. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.017k

Content Warnings: Nicknames used: miss, pretty boy, pretty puppy, nasty slut (like twice), cum eating, oral sex (male receiving), cowgirl, terrible attempt at aftercare. Afab reader.

Submissive men who need to be fucked dumb. They crave it, in their mind, body, and cocks. They need to be allowed to be a useless horny mess, or they’ll explode. They’re so pent up, sexually, and emotionally, they usually suck at properly communicating with you, yet you always know what they need.

When they’re having a particularly bad day, you’re calling them before they even have a chance to process the events of said day. Each limb is heavier than the next, a chore and a half to even move his body forward. His head is pounding, every light, no matter how big or small feels blinding. His fingers grip the steering wheel as he weaves through the cars on the back streets, passing when not permitted and running a few red lights. Safely, of course. He isn’t paying attention to anything that isn’t you. Your words echo in his head, offering to help relieve his stress from the day. Him being him, challenges the offer, just to be the brat he is. It doesn’t shock or surprise you, a soft giggle fills the silence afterward. You tell him he doesn’t have to come, you’d be happy to just talk to him about his day, “Just thought I could help.” Yeah, as if he’d turn that down. He’s at your house before he can think about going home to shower or at least, change. His confidence seems to dwindle the closer he gets to you. His hands seem to shake more and his cheeks have been a scarlet red since he hung up the phone. These actions confuse him to no end, it wasn’t as if he were nervous, he could take you if he needed to. Yet, he could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage, with each step he took to your door. He only has to knock once before it’s flung open. You’re in nothing but a thin, silk robe, from what he can see, the fabric is tied in the middle. He has to stop the moan that bubbles in the back of his throat at the sight of you, quickly making his way past you and into your apartment. He watches as you close and lock the door, eyes trailing your body without an ounce of shame. His fingers twitch, aching to tear the fabric from your body and reveal all of you to his eyes, it’d help him after all. “I’ve missed you.” He finally admits when you turn to face him. He has no time to be embarrassed or ashamed by the confession, not when you’re looking at him like you’re ready to devour him. “Really fucking missed you.”

It’s nights like this he doesn’t want to think much. He doesn’t want to be this all-powerful, almighty, protector of his organization, he just wants to be your good boy. He just wants to be used until he can’t think straight. He needs it. You don’t even ask him to remove his clothes, instructing him to sit on the edge of the bed and doing so for him. He feels like a child in this sense, lifting his arms when you pull off his shirt, and wiggling his hips to help you get rid of his jeans and underwear. The thought is quickly dismissed when he feels your lips against his skin. He had felt hot the moment he entered your place, yet your kisses felt hotter. Each kiss lingered a second longer than the last, some ending with a nip, others with a soft suctioning of his skin. He was aware of the marks blossoming across his skin, it made his cock twitch. He loved when you marked him up like this, along his chest, down his belly, on the insides of his thighs. You don’t stop or look disgusted when his hips jut upward at the feeling of your tongue against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Part of him wants you to, wants you to shame him for being such a nasty, needy slut, but the both of you know you love the fact. Your hands travel up his legs, massaging the tension out of his calves, up behind his knees to over his quivering thighs. Your nails dig into the flesh until all that’s left of your actions are small red crescent-shaped marks. The calculated switch up behind your gentle touching and your harshness throws him for a whirl, he’s losing himself earlier than normal. Today had been such a stressful, on-the-edge-of-your-seat kind of day, so he deserved this.

“Such a pretty cock.” Your words are barely above a whisper, fingers gingerly wrapping around his throbbing shaft. You give him a few simple strokes, demanding his attention. He can’t, his eyes have already found a home in the back of his skull. “Baby, look at me.” It takes everything in him to do so, it’s so worth it, his eyes rolling forward to watch you take him into your mouth. The tip of your tongue flicks along the underside of his swollen cock head, tracing the shape. The moan released as his taste invades your senses has him twitching in your hand. His knuckles whiten as his grip tightens on the sheets, hips bucking to push him entirely down your throat. There’s a second of gagging, throat constricting around him to adjust, it’s all too much. You aren’t even upset at the action, aren’t even pulling back to scold him for nearly choking you. Instead, you hum around him, tongue flicking along the underside of his cock, tip grazing his balls. Pulling off you kiss his tip, then give another before you’re about near making out with it, sucking his pre like a sweet treat. You’re just too much.

“I’m close.” He hides his face in his shoulder at the admission, embarrassed by the fact. He’s squirming beneath you, one hand shooting up to grip your wrist. He apologizes as he holds your hand in place, hips wildly bucking his cock into your fist. “Gonna cum, fuck, y-yeah, feels so fu-fucking good, so go-ood, f-fuck, gonna cum, fuck,” by this point, his eyes would’ve rolled back to their previous location, yet they remained on yours. His face twisted in pleasure and looked almost painful. He knew looked desperate, felt so needy, fucking your hand like it was your pussy. “Sorry I’m such a slut, such a-hah-fuck-such a-oh my god-“ he can’t even finish his sentence, words dying in the tip of his tongue as his stomach tightens. He cock twitches against your palm once, twice, before he cums. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” His hips have stopped, shaky hand moving yours along his cock, milking himself dry. “Thank you. Thank you.” His chest heaves, eyes wildly searching the scene. He made a mess, of himself and of you, evidence splattered across his chest, some on his chin, the majority on your cheek. He must’ve missed the way you repositioned yourself to try to catch as much as you could, ultimately missing the majority because his hips were moving without a pattern.

“My pretty boy really was pent up.” Fingers scoop his cum off your cheek, pushing it past your lips. You make a show of flicking your tongue between the two digits, moaning softly at the taste. He’s trying his best to compose himself, body still trembling from his previous orgasm. His cock lays against his thigh, twitching as it softens, his eyes widen at the sight, and he feels himself getting hard again. “Had so much for me tonight, want a taste?” Shaky eyes watch as you clean his cum from his belly, moving your hand slowly toward his lips. He goes to part them but something tells him to wait, eyes remaining on your fingers until they’re a hair away from his lips. The tips of your fingers trace the outline of his lips, carefully, trying to avoid making more of a mess. Failing to do so, results in his tongue darting out, first to catch what was falling from your fingers, second to circle the two digits before taking them into his mouth. His eyes closed at the taste of himself on his tongue, fully hard again at the lewdness of the situation. You say a silent prayer at the sight of his eyes closed, knowing the look on your face was equally as lewd. Tongue poking the corner on your lips, brows pinched, eyes swallowing him whole. “Good boy. Good fucking boy.” You pull your fingers from his mouth with a pop, wiping the rest of his mess from his chin. You go to put them into your mouth but his mouth catches your fingers again, sucking them past his lips with a shameless moan. “You like the way you taste? Yeah? You really are a nasty slut.”

“Only for you,” his hands leave the bed to grip your hips, pulling you to straddle his waist. “You make me feel like a dog in heat, humping aimlessly to get off, but I like it. I need it.” He’s sat up on his elbows, one hand leaving your hips to push you closer to him, stretching the thin robe to show your chest. His lips leave kisses along the exposed skin, tongue flicking out to trace along your collarbones. “I need you,” he can’t meet your eyes after this confession, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to avoid having to face you.

“You need me?” You let him hide for now, one hand untying your robe, the other pushing through his hair at the nape of his neck. The robe falls from your body and reveals you haven’t been wearing anything underneath. “My pretty boy needs me?” There’s no teasing, no malice in your tone, only sincerity. “What if I told you,” your hand cradles the back of his head and you use your weight to push him to lay back against the bed. Your other hand reaches back to wrap around his sticky shaft, giving it a few strokes before running it along the length of your slit. “Come on, look at me. Let me see my pretty boy.” your previous thought is interrupted by the command. He’s quick to follow, ignoring the burning sensation that flames across his skin, burning up his chest to his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “What if I told you,” you continue your earlier thought, positioning him at your entrance. “I need you too.” His eyes widen at the confession and he wants to keep them on you, but the combination of your words and your walls finally sucking him in, has them finding refuge in the back of his skull. “I think I may need you more than you need me.” The words are whispered against his lips, hips rolling to emphasize your point.

“Y-you need me? M-me?” His hands blindly grab at your body, grabbing handfuls of your ass, pulling you closer, pushing himself deeper. “Miss needs me.” His attempts to meet your thrusts are futile, hips being pushed flush against the bed when you sit fully on him. “F-fuck, so good, feels s-so-o good.” You sit up fully, hands bracing your weight on his chest, moving from sitting on your calves to sitting up fully on your knees. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he doesn’t have a chance to finish his complaint before you’re sinking back onto his lap. The pause you take is for the benefit of the both of you, cause he’s closer than he cares to admit especially when you’re clamping down around him like that. “Y-yes.” It’s the most broken, desperate, and beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. It heats your belly, makes your pussy throb and leak, proof soaking his shaft.

“My pretty boy makes the prettiest sounds.” Your hips begin to move. You’re soaked, each movement producing the nastiest-sounding click. Your pussy stretches around his cock and you have to remind yourself that he needs you to stay levelheaded. “Gonna make miss lose control.” Your breathing is picking up, becoming uneven as your movements grow sloppier. You wanted to sit back on your calves but knew he needed you to go full throttle. He came here because he needed to be dwindled down to the horny useless mess he loved, you loved. “Such a good boy-hah-f-fuck-don’t-don’t do that-“ he isn’t sure what he’s doing until he feels his hips leaving the bed to meet your ass. His thrusts are softer compared to yours but they push him deeper, swollen cock head pressing against your most sensitive spots. “Hmm, my pretty puppy feels so good.” Your hips grind down into his, giving him space to still thrust up into you, making a mess on his cock, splashing against his pelvis. “I can feel you twitch against my walls baby, you close? You want to cum? Cum deep inside miss?” Tonight’s filled with firsts, the question throwing him for a loop, brain unable to process the words before he’s cumming.

“W-wait! No, no, no.” The part of him unable to process your question is filled with panic, hands gripping the fat at your hips to go to pull you off. “I came i-inside?” The other part is over the moon, demanding him to stop questioning you, ecstatic that he’s finally cum inside of you. His cock twitches uncontrollably against your gummy walls, mouth lolling open as he dissolves into a puddle of whimpers. His hands keep their position, using it to push you further down onto him, desperately trying to bury himself as deep as possible. Your walls clamp down around him, milking him, draining him. “So good miss, so good,” his voice is barely above a whisper, nearly missed under your moans. His body shakes, thighs trembling as you continue to use him like a toy. His cock is so sensitive, he can feel the tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Hurts, it hurts,” he isn’t sure that’s the word to describe the feeling, maybe he was just overwhelmed because the last thing he wanted you to do was stop.

“I’m so close baby, so close,” one hand drops between your thighs, fingers pressing against your clit. Your movements are choppy and quick, just like your hips, all telltale signs that you were close. “You can-hah-mmh-f-fuck, you c-can do it for miss. Right? Y-you can do it. Right? My pretty puppy can take it. Right?” Your other hand pulls one of his away from your hips, bringing it beside his head to interlock your fingers. “I’m gonna cum-ah-I’m so close, gonna cum,” you’re sure you don’t make sense at this point, not too worried about it when he was splitting you open over his cock. Not when he whined with every movement, hips subtly lifting to meet yours, attempting to aid you to your end.

“Cum for me miss, please, cum around my cock. Cum for your pretty puppy. Please cum for me miss, I need it, I need to feel you cum around my cock.” His voice is shaky, breath hitching every time you clamp down around him. “Just like that miss, just like that,” his hand leaves your hip to press against your back, pushing your chest flat against his. His head leaves your back to find the back of your head, pushing you forward so your foreheads are pressed against each other’s. “Feels so good cumming around my cock, so fucking good,” he’s doing well at keeping his voice stable, despite the fact he was nearing his third orgasm of the night. Not like he could help it with the way you were squeezing him, not when he was so sensitive. Not when you were so wet, making a mess with even the smallest jerk of your hips. Not when he watched as you actively tried to fight the way your eyes rolled back as you fucked yourself through your orgasm. “I’m close again miss.” He doesn’t even have to ask, your hips rolling into his as an answer he didn’t know he was looking for.

“Cum for me pretty puppy. Fill miss up again.” Your hands frame the sides of his face, hips slowly moving against his as you feel him finish once again. You have to fight every urge to push him back down and ride him with your feet on the bed at the feeling of his cum leaking back out. He’s too much for you sometimes, crying as he cums, thanking and cursing you all in one breath. “You did so good.” Your smile returns and your voice is cheerful once again, hands gripping his cheeks to plant kisses over his face. “How do you feel?" You're slow to move from his lap, making your way to the mini-fridge kept in the corner of your room. You make your way back holding a water bottle, still waiting for his response. You take a quick peek, just to make sure he hasn't passed out, and notice his eyes have been following your every move. "You watching me like some kind of stalker?" You pull him to sit up, bunching a few pillows behind him for support, and hand him the water.

"I feel fine." He's still trying to catch his breath, hands shaking as he undoes the cap and brings the water to his lips. You only grin in response, hitching a brow as he spills a bit of the water down his chin. Your fingers are quicker, wiping the mess from his chin, to wipe them on your thigh. Part of him feels disappointed that you hadn't placed them in your mouth, the picture of you sucking his cum off your fingers clear in his mind. It wasn't like you didn't usually swallow, you almost always did, it was just something different, more intimate about tonight. The way you watched him to make sure he was watching you instead of allowing him to get lost in his pleasure, like usual. Not that he was complaining, he's come to realize he misses a lot when his eyes are rolled back. The main one being the way you watch him throughout the whole ordeal, your eyes never leave his face, it's like you need to watch him crumble beneath you. "Actually, I feel a lot better. Thanks." The truth wouldn't hurt.

"Good. Now finish your water and meet me in the shower."

Chuuya, Poe, Ranpo, AKUTAGAWA, Giyuu, Armin, Choso

AN: It has been three years since I've sat and wrote a story in its entirety, I wanted to quit, start over, scrap the whole idea in general but I couldn't :( we need more submissive men fics. ALSO, could anyone help me make my posts all cute? Like with the banners that have the content warning? or where to find the manga caps? Please.

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