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Aaron Taylor-Johnson by David Vintiner 📸
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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON “Kraven The Hunter” | 2023, dir. J. C. Chandor
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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON in KRAVEN THE HUNTER (2023)
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Kraven The Hunter (2023) dir. J. C. Chandor
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Here’s a bunch of designs for my spidersona’s universe
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eupheme · 9 months
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— seek you out, hunt you down
kraven x f!reader
rated e - 3.7k
tags: predator/prey kink, annoyance-to-lovers, outdoor sex, rough sex, references to oral (f rec.), teasing, implied established safeword, dom!kraven, possessive!kraven, softness mixed in because it’s me
a/n: something quick & smutty, based purely on trailer vibes
“We’re about five miles from the edge. If you can find your way out before I find you, I’ll let you take point until we get there.”
“But when I win, you’re going to do exactly as I say.” He rasps, the words slow - drawn out, “No more of that smart mouth. Understand?”
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His eyes had flickered as you had paced. That swirling change, darkening from blue to black to gold.
Tracking you slowly, automatically.
As you had complained - tired of another day of him ignoring the map you’d been following. Insisting on taking you up and around and down and over.
So confident that he knew. That he knew better.
But, christ - you weren’t helpless. Calypso has sent you with him for a reason.
And maybe - perhaps - he was right, about some of it. Avoiding a flooding stream, picking around a jagged outcropping of rock. He did have a real track record, after all.
But he was so goddamn annoying about it.
A heavy sigh had cut you off.
The flex of a bare bicep, as his arms crossed, “Tell you what, sweetheart.”
Condescension dripping from the word as his eyes had scanned the horizon - through the forest of trees. Focusing for a second, before they were fixing on yours again.
“We’re about five miles from the edge. If you can find your way out before I find you, I’ll let you take point ‘til we get there.”
Your pacing had slowed to a halt, thinking for a moment about his offer. Stepping closer, as you scoffed.
A finger had pointed, twirling up into the branches, “No way. You’ll just use them.”
The creatures of the forest. His unnatural connections.
His tongue licked across his teeth, his look dark. Voice quiet, laced with assurance as he had smirked.
“I won’t.”
A moment, then, “Don’t need to.”
Your eyebrows had rose, challenging. Irritation prickling at his confidence, that need to best him rising.
“Fine.” You had bit out.
“Fine.” He smiled.
His own fingers reached out then, hooking around the thick strap of your belt, looped into your jumpsuit.
Giving it a sharp tug, as he pulled you between his spread knees. A slow drag of his eyes, starting at his hands, then up and up.
Tracing over your form.
A heat had burned, even then. Flickering to life, as his voice has dropped.
“But when I win, you’re going to do exactly as I say.” He rasps, the words slow - drawn out, “No more of that smart mouth. Understand?”
The look he had given you had made you shiver. Heated, as his face has tipped up to yours. Daring you.
You swallowed, before your tongue peeked through your teeth, to wet your lips. His eyes watching the movement, as you had nodded.
Letting go, as you stepped away.
“No cheating.” You reminded him, as you turned - starting to plot out your own path, “And I get a head start.”
A rough laugh, as he shifted fully onto the stump he was leaning against, slowly crossing his legs. Ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to feel the tremor of your steps, sending the direction you’d be heading.
“Fifteen minutes.” He had warned you, as his eyes closed.
“Go.”
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A branch scrapes against your cheek.
A flash of pain that you ignore, a small flinch as you push past it and keep going.
Resisting the urge to look around. To check if you can see him - high in the branches above. Lurking behind a tree.
No, you decide to continue. A path's been set in your mind, during that brief second you had taken to get your bearings. Purposely taking off in the wrong direction, hoping he'd hear.
Changing course soon after. Wading through streams. Up and across logs, only to drop down half-way, to throw him off.
You think with the head start, you can make it. He was a tracker, but you were a survivor.
Keeping both of you alive, when the weather turned cruel. Stitching him up when he fell apart, when he was too hell-bent on revenge to care.
The plains were his home but the forests had been yours. A comfort in the shades of green and brown, some sort of internal compass that kept your path true. You just have to be a little faster, a little smarter, than him.
A branch snaps behind you, the sound echoing. A thrill shoots through you - fear and something more, something hot and twisting - as you take off at a run.
Not bothering to look, keeping your eyes fixed ahead.
Ducking past the tall pines and through the foliage. Your heart pounding in your throat as you eye a drop in the path you've chosen - a second before you decide to make the too-wide jump.
You land, a throb in your ankle, fingers grasping onto a shrub as you pull yourself up. There's a second as you think you hear your name - breathed out in the wind.
It makes you push on faster. Risking a glance this time, a second where you think you see a flicker in the dark shadows behind you.
Your jaw grits, as you fling yourself forward. Eyes fixing on the layers of green ahead. Where you think it's been getting thinner - some of those miles and a long stretch of time passing since you first began.
Bring the edge close enough to taste.
But there's another flicker, off to your left.
One that diverts you, a shift as you veer off-course, your straight line turning serpentine as you adjust. That spike of unease back again, with that same melding of something warm and smooth in your belly.
The rustle comes again, as you push yourself into a sprint.
Again, and then again. Echoing off the trees, a layering of footsteps that blend with yours - chasing you - until your head is spinning and each breath is coming in a short gasp.
Forgetting for a second, that this was a game.
A splintering jolt of fear coursing through you, that word on the tip of your tongue, for just an instant. The one that would end this, and bring him back to you.
But then there’s a whisper, that cuts through your thoughts. Pulling you back, as you recognize his voice. Making you remember that you had intended to beat him.
It has you skidding to a stop. Taking just a second to get your bearings, your head whipping around as you realize the footsteps have stopped.
That the only thing you can hear is your panting breath.
You see nothing. Not even a shadow.
That is, until his voice comes again - sounding so close to your ear.
“Found you.”
A cry is caught in your throat, as he crashes into you. Sending you both tumbling onto the ground, across the dirt and moss.
You’re able to roll, to push yourself up. But you’re no match for the speed that the melding of the serum and blood had given him - still rising as he’s already crouching over you.
His hand shoots out, as you duck to the side. Managing to get back on your feet - evading him for a second until the second dart of his hand finds its target.
Catching your arm, sending you down, again.
There’s a split second as you’re able to kick out. Hooking the toe of your boot around his ankle, taking him down with you. Scrabbling in the dirt as he shifts, pulling himself on top you - his weight pinning you down.
A grin, as his thighs slot with yours.
Your groan disguised as a shaky breath when he nudges purposely against your core. Straddling your leg as his hands grabs your wrists.
A knee rises, intending to connect with his back - but he uses the momentum to roll with you. Flipping you over onto your stomach, twisting one of your wrists behind your back.
The other fisting in the collar, pushing down hard. Scruffing you like a cat as he laughs - shifting onto his knees behind you.
“Good try with those tricks of yours.” Sergei sighs, with another click of his tongue, “But not good enough.
You’re panting beneath him now, all of that exhaustion catching up. A stitch in your side from the running, layered with the bitter taste of defeat.
“How did you find me?” You finally manage, as your cheek presses into the soft moss - a little wiggle as you try to break free.
There’s a hum then, at your attempt - a little jolt as he adjusts you beneath him. Pulling you onto your knees as he pushes down, leaning over you.
Caging you in, as he reveals his own trick. The words drawn out.
“I could smell you.”
His nose skims your ear, making you tremble. Lowering it to press against neck, just at the curve of your jaw. Inhaling.
The breath he exhales is slow, shaky. Edged with the low rumble of his voice.
“And right now… you smell like you wanted me to catch you.”
You moan without thinking - an unconscious rocking of your hips that sends the curve of your ass pressing against his thighs, nudging against where he’s hard.
A whimper stifled as he meets the shift of your hips with a grunt of his own. A hiss of breath through teeth as he bears down on the hand that wraps around your wrist.
Curving himself down until his mouth ghosts against your ear, and you can feel the warm curl of his breath against your skin.
“Am I right?” He croons - his voice low and smooth, as his hips rock lazily against yours, “I bet you are soaked, baby.”
You’re grateful he can’t see his expression. To see how right he was - how that heat has settled into a heady thud between your thighs.
A sigh, then, as he presses himself flush. Nudging the thick ridge of his trousers against your core, as your eyes flutter shut. Your teeth gritting, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Not yet.
Lips press against your neck, right where you pulse thuds. You wonder if he can hear you, too. Where the adrenaline has bled into need, if he knows how the beating of your heart has changed it’s course.
“You couldn’t get enough of me last night.” He sighs - and you squirm again, as you remember.
His mouth between your thighs, for hours. Pulling pretty sounds beneath the little camp you set up. Over and over, until you were trembling.
You’re brought back, as Kravinoff’s voice drops.
“And I know you’ve always liked the chase. “
You do groan then, some of that strung-tight tension going slack. A pleased hum as he leans back, letting go of your wrist. His fingers wrapping around your belt instead, anchoring you to him.
“Show me.” He commands, as you finally glance back his way.
Following the line of his arm, up past the curves of muscle. To bare shoulders - the straps of his leather vest.
To eyes that suddenly fix on yours, pulling from the curve of your ass, your spread thighs.
They ensnare you, sending your heart tripping. An intensity as their shade flickers to that gold again, above the tick of a jaw.
“You agreed to listen,” He reminds you, firmly, “So show me how much you want my cock, sweetheart. You’re not getting it until you do.”
Indignation lances through you, as you consider his offer.
But desire wins out, as it always does. That pressure against the small of your back easing as your fingers find the zipper between your breasts. Tugging it down - opening you up.
Reaching between your thighs, the quiet jingle of metal as you let the pull go. Your thighs shifting further apart, an arch to your back as you try to entice him.
Watching as he clicks his tongue, the slightest shake that sends his long curls brushing against his cheeks.
“Not good enough, baby.”
With your own muffled growl, your gaze tears from him. Fitting your hand between your thighs again - hooking around the gusset of your underwear. Tugging it to the side, where the elastic digs into your skin.
Baring you.
He hums then, his other hand leaving your hip. A soft moan as his fingers trace against your folds, sliding over your slick. Teasing, making a wide circle around you clit before he pulls back, leaving you wanting.
Glancing down at his fingers, where your arousal webs between them. Leaning over you again, nudging those fingers against your bottom lip.
You open for him, and he smiles.
“Do you taste ready?” He asks you, his fingers pressing deep.
You moan around them in answer, as the coarse canvas of his pants press against bare skin. As you taste the tang of your desire, as his fingers inch towards your throat.
The pressure on your waist lifts, the clink of his belt coming a second later behind you.
His cock hanging heavy as you suck, his thumb pressing on the hollow under your chin when your teeth graze purposely his fingers.
Pulling them free, glossy again with you. A low growl as the wrap around his cock, slicking himself up with a rough pump of his fist.
The fat head slides against your folds, bumping against your clit. You hiss his name, his smile slow and dark as he wraps your belt around his hand again.
“You’d let me take you? Right here?”
He’s pressing against your entrance now, the slightest tease before pulling back. Again, and then again, until your frustration wells up, before spilling over.
“Fuck.” You whine, “Yes. Yes, okay? Anywhere you want.”
There’s a rumble in his throat, then. A deep pleased hum, “You’re so fucking filthy, sweetheart.”
Then with a grunt, he’s yanking you backwards. Spearing himself deep into you with a sharp thrust as you cry out, your muscles clenching around him as he bottoms out in you.
He’s big - on most nights he works you open with his fingers. Making you come on his tongue, unable to resist tasting you before you’re coming on his cock.
Right now, you’re both too keyed up. That sharp snap of his hips a surprise, but your thighs are slick and damp with need. From his teasing.
From the chase.
He’s hushing you - his words low as he pulls back, a groan as he fills you again.
“You can take it.” Sergei grits out, punctuating each word with a rock of his hips, “Know you can-”
With each stroke the pressure twists into pleasure. Letting him tug you back to meet his thrusts, a moan pushed from you with each one.
Your fingers curling into fists, as your thoughts begin to turn fuzzy. His cock pounding again and again against a spot he found those many weeks ago.
When the lingering looks on the road to hunt down his father had turned to touches. Layers peeled away under the blanket of stars. Committing each little sound you made to memory - remembering exactly what to do to make you cry out.
There’s none of those soft touches here. He’s relentless - a steady pounding of his hips against yours. The wet suck of your cunt as you take him, loud as skin slaps against skin.
Your boneless beneath him. A pleasure building that has you trying to reach between your thighs against, but his thrusts send you off-balance.
A hand steadying on the ground against as he groans, his head tilting back. Hair swaying with each rock of his hips, curling clinging to the sweat on his forehead.
Your voice cracks on a moan, as you try to ask for just a little more. Needing that friction against your clit, instead of the teasing slap of his balls when he grinds himself deep.
“Sergei, please-”
His head tilts forward, eyes meeting yours. There’s a clench in his jaw that tells you he’s not far off, that he just as wrapped up in this as you are.
A moment, when you’re certain he’s going to deny you. A whine in your throat - coming out broken as he pulls himself from you.
Leaving you feeling empty, ripped away from the cusp of your release.
“What are you-” You’re hissing, before he’s shoving at you, pushing you onto your back.
Crawling between your thighs, hands gripping at the fabric of your suit as he hauls your legs around his waist.
Filling you again, with another devastating thrust. It had your back lifting off the ground, your hand scrabbling as you keen - catching on the leather of the cuff around his wrist.
Clinging to him as he tugs your hips higher. Keeping you arched against him as he angles himself until he’s stroking that spot again.
And Christ, you prefer this angle. All the better to see him, something you can’t appreciate at night.
The bounce of the claw against his chest, swinging from the cord. The press of the leather knife hilt against your thigh.
The snarl of his lips when you clench down - a hand leaving your hips to trace against the space where you’re stretched wide around him.
Still letting you cling to the other, as his thumb traces up. Hovering just where you need him, as his eyes flick up to yours.
You’re sure you’re a mess. Sticky, skin dewed with sweat. Your suit split down the middle, right down to your cunt.
But his lips curls - a flash of white teeth with his sharp smile. Finally letting his thumb press against your clit as you sigh, amused by the way you rock needily into his touch.
A moment of silence as he watches, before he’s confessing.
“I liked watching you run.”
His voice is smoky and low, eyes lingering on the flushed peek of his cock as he pulls out - before it’s buried in you again.
“Think if it was anyone else, you might have made it.”
An almost idleness in his tone. Like it’s something known, like it always would be.
But that’s before he shifts - letting your hips drop, as he leans over you instead. His thumb pressing tight circles as he arcs over you, as your hands wrap around the edge of his leather vest.
“But not me.”
A moment, as his eyes search yours. A predatory look to them, unblinking as he ensnares you, once again. The smallest shake of his head.
“No. I’ll always find you.”
A long time ago, it would have been a threat. Now, it feels like a promise, seeping into the cracks of your skin. Filling you completely, utterly.
“I know.” You breath. And then, with your admittance, his head dips - lips pressing hungrily against yours.
It’s messy, all teeth and tongue. You swallow his growl as he licks into your mouth, a little tug as you pull him closer.
The press of his fingers, this new angle, pull you back to the brink. So close you can almost sink you teeth into it - that mindless feeling drifting back into your thoughts. Everything else emptying out, as you try to grasp at your release.
He pulls back, only to brush his lips against yours. The bristle of his beard tickling your cheek, as his nose bumps against yours.
“Wanna feel you come, baby.” Sergei husks, “Know you’re close, I can feel how needy that little pussy of yours is.”
His lips press against your throat again. Teeth scraping skin as he groans, his thrusts turning shallow as he ruts into you. Leaving a mark against your skin that he soothes with his tongue.
Your grip on his vest allowing you to chase the feeling, using the leverage to meet the slap of his hips.
Until you feel it about to break, his name chanted out with each heady thrust.
“S-Sergei, please don’t stop. Oh my god-”
Suddenly, it’s crashing over you. Your teeth sink into his shoulder as you come, the moan high and muffled as you pulse around him. Scoring the leather as your muscles string tight - a mark that he’ll wear with pride.
“Fuck. Feel so fucking-” He growls - never slowing, never stopping.
Leaning into your release. The way it coats his cock, makes each thrust most slick. Easing back when you finally let go, only to catch his hands beneath your knees.
Spreading your thighs open and then back. Bending you near in half so he can be as deep as he can when he comes. His own pleasure a tight ball that sparks in his belly - a foot planted on the ground as he drives into you.
“So good to me. So fucking good-” He growling, before you feel the pinch of his hands, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.
Another sloppy thrust, as his lips part on a guttural groan. Grinding himself as you milk him - feeling each twitch of his swollen cock inside your tight walls as he spills himself inside.
A secondary pleasure flaring to life, as he marks you so thoroughly. Knowing it will be dripping into your suit for the rest of the day - the thought making him moan as he continues to rut into you until you’ve taken every drop.
Only then does that tight grip loosen - you legs finally lowering.
A hand under your head as his touches turn gentle, easing you beneath him as he settles between your thighs.
Lips pressing between the curves of your breasts, a contented hum when you finally have the strength to brush your fingers through his curls.
Unable to help chancing a look, your head tilting back. Where you can just see the edge of the tree line were breaks into an open field.
Not realizing he was watching until you hear a low hum, a rough sound of amusement, “Mm. So close, sweetheart.”
You scoff, but it’s light-hearted. Still too fucked-out to care about the wager anymore.
“But I won, which means you agreed to listen to me.” He reminds you, as he pushes himself up on an elbow.
Still buried in you, even as his release has begun to leak from you. The smallest rock of his hips, as he nudges himself deeper. As his head dips so he can brush his lips against yours.
You sigh into the kiss, as you feel him twitch inside you. Swelling, as he rolls his hips against yours.
“And I think we’re not quite finished yet.”
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KRAVEN THE HUNTER (2023)
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kraven's thirst for venom was too real
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I will sell my SOUL for a part 2 of the Bodyguard Kraven fic!!! 😩 🥺
well no need to sell your soul when I’m right here 😏
part one
𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
Warnings- SMUT 18+, mdni, car sex (yum), pet names (princess), stomach bulge 😩, unprotected sex, p in v, cum eating, fingering, oral (f)
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You can’t believe this, you were seriously making out with your bodyguard that your parents hired.
You were making out with Sergei Kravinoff, your very attractive annoying bodyguard, who was always with you. He had just saved your life, and now you were making out with him.
He started to take off his jacket, he was currently on top of you.
“Is this okay?” He mumbled, stopping what he was doing for a second.
You nodded.
“Words.”
“Yes. It’s okay- more than okay.” You said with a small smile.
He nodded and continued to take off his jacket, discarding it onto the car floor. Soon his shirt was off, you admired his god like body, mouth agape.
He smirked at you, and put a hand under your jaw. He made it so you were looking into his eyes.
“Eyes up here, princess.”
You slowly moved your hands to do the same thing, luckily the big, comfortable and spacious back seats giving you room to do so.
He unbuckled his pants as you took off your shirt and pants, leaving your bra and panties on only.
His eyes widened at the sight in front of him. It was like one of his fantasies, or his wet dreams. He couldn’t really believe this was happening.
You smiled when you looked up to see him looking at you shocked, and hungry, eyes blown with lust.
“Eyes up here princess.” You said in a mocking voice, he rolled his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head.
He went over to you to kiss you again, his hands on your cheek, your back against the locked car door.
Luckily he had always parked in empty parking lots because he didn’t want anything to be stolen.
He then moved his hands to the back of your bra, unclasping it quickly and it fell down onto the floor.
He was now painfully hard in his boxers, trying to be as patient and slow as possible.
He slid your panties aside and then slowly slid a finger in. You moaned, and he slowly started to pump his finger in and out, then adding a second finger. Your arousal was dripping onto his hands.
The way you clenched onto him he knew you were about to cum, so he took his fingers out, making you whine.
“S-Sergei-“
“Shh.” He mumbled.
His tongue was soon licking up your pre-cum, making you moan again. He licked your clit, focusing on the small bundle of nerves.
And he was good with his tongue.
“Sergei.. I’m gonna-“
He didn’t say anything, your grip on his curly hair getting tighter.
Your hips bucked, and he used his hand to hold them down.
You came onto his tongue, some of it getting on his beard.
He came up and looked at you, you looked at him back.
He licked his lips, and was quickly taking off his boxers.
He was thick. Huge even. You stared at his cock and back to him.
“That won’t- Sergei-“
“Yes it will.”
“It’s way too…”
He chuckled at your reaction, and ran his thumb over his tip. He stroked it a few times and then put his tip over your entrance, ghosting it.
He looked at you again, you looked at him and nodded.
Slowly he thrusted in, rolling his hips. He stayed still for a little. You both moaned at the feeling.
Soon the pain turned into pleasure, and he started to move in and out, slowly at first.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned.
“Sergei. Faster.” You moaned.
“Doing so good, sweetheart.” He grunted out as he did so, seeing your fucked out face.
He looked at his cock slide in and out of your pussy, the slapping sounds like music to his ears.
“Look at that.” He mumbled, mostly to himself. He could see the outline of his cock in your stomach, he pushed down on it, making you arch your back off the seat and moan. The car was moving back and fourth.
“Sergei-“
“I know, I know. Come for me.” He said, going even faster, he felt almost as if he’d break you by doing so. He leaned down and kissed you.
You quickly came undone on his cock, and he did as well. His cum painted your walls white.
He then slid out of you with heavy breaths, he put his boxers back on and climbed back into the front seat.
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined us having sex.” He said, looking back at you, still laying down on the seat.
“Oh so you imagined it?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. You sat up and put your clothes back on, tossing him his shirt and pants.
You rolled your eyes. “Weirdo.”
“So, wanna go home?” He asked you.
You giggled “Yeah.”
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RUN, RABBIT, RUN.
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ㅡㅡㅡ in which kraven loves to watch his neighbor from a far, until watching becomes useless, his hunger growing until he can't hold back anymore.
TW: smut, mean dom kraven, sub reader, dumbification of reader, kraven calling reader bunny, themes of stalking, some violence, unprotected sex (p in v), breeding and more filthy stuff.
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he woke up every day, feeling her sweet smell even from across the apartments. it was the same mundane routine every morning: she wakes up, takes a shower, brushes her teeth, makes herself a coffee then gets dressed in the most perfect, stunning clothes and runs to her college classes. yes, the same everyday, but to kraven, it showed that she was disciplined - obedient.
he snarled, feeling himself get hard when he finally saw her through the window. she was putting on her shoes before heading out. kravens bedroom window was looking straight into y/n's living room, and for him, seeing her just when she passed by that window was becoming less fulfilling as each day rolled by.
he wanted her - no, needed her. he needed to bury himself deep inside of her, feel her soft skin, and hear her voice as she pleaded for his mercy. he knew y/n would be the perfect play bunny he wanted all along.
time started to pass by slower, and kraven was only anticipating more and more the moment y/n walks through that door. he wanted to talk to her, make her smile that pretty smile he loves, then make her kneel down at his feet and submit.
and he couldn't wait any longer.
he strolls to the other apartment complex just across his, taking the elevator to y/n's floor. O7:OO PM, she should be here any moment. and so right he was, because kraven could feel her sweet vanilla perfume from 10 miles away. It was driving him insane.
he wanted to eat her, indulge in her sweet flesh , kiss her, and show her that he was the only one she needed. it was clear she was made for him - for him to take and do as he pleases...kraven knew.
kraven was snapped out of his trance when a soft voice peaked his ears up. "Can I help you, sir?" y/n tilted her head to the side, settling the bags she was carrying down in front of her apartment door.
"Oh, hey. i live just across the street, and -- i know this might sound strange, but i think I've found something that's yours." liar. whilst he had something that was hers, he didn't find it, he stole it. a pair of pink cotton gloves that he stole two weeks ago when she went grocery shopping without them.
"Oh my god! I've been looking for them for so long!" she throws her arms up as she takes the gloves and stares at them intently. "they mean so much to me. I got them from my grandparents a few years ago..."
"Yeah, i, uh.. i saw them falling out of your pockets some time ago and picked them up, but I didn't know if i should return them to you directly or to the administrator. I'm kraven, by the way."
she giggled, her cheeks still rosy from the cold outside. "Thank you, kraven, really. I'm y/n, do you, maybe... want to come inside and have some tea?" Oh, y/n, you poor thing.
"I'd like that, sure." kraven shrugs, a smile crawling onto his lips as he followed slowly behind y/n into her apartment. "It's a pretty place you've got here."
"Oh, thank you! I'm an interior design major, you know?" she smiles, taking off her coat and offering kraven a seat.
"Aren't you scared I'm a serial killer or something?" he chuckles, his voice low. "Nope! it's kind of embarrassing, but sometimes i watch you through my living room window. I always thought you were cute... but was too shy to say anything. guess the universe already had plans, no?" she smiles, waving her hands in the air as she makes her way to the small kitchenette area to turn the kettle on.
kraven pushed his tongue into his cheek, trying to remain composed as the girl jumped towards the kitchen. a dress in the winter? fuck, but he loved it so much. it was white, knitted, and adorned with soft lace edges. She had on long white tights and fluffy leg warmers - she does look like a bunny. a bunny he'll eat up any moment now.
"What tea do you want?"
"Oh, any tea is fine."
"Is lavender ok?"
"Yeah, all though--" he licks his lips before inching closer to y/n that had her back turned to him. "I'd rather have you first, then the tea." he finally turns her around full force, trapping the girl between him and the counter.
"What are you--" she looks up at him, her heart almost ripping through her chest. "shh, bunny. do you know how much I've been yearning for this?"
"K-Kraven, I-" she shivers at the sight of the man towering above her. "You want it too. I can feel it." he inches closer and sniffs her neck longingly."Don't you, bunny?"
he grabs her by her hips and pushes his crotch closer to hers.
"I-"
"I don't like stuttering, sweetheart, you know? tell me, loud and clear." she practically purrs as his hand grabs the small of her neck and pulls her in.
"I d-do- please.."
"Please, what?" he sinks his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her thighs before licking a long strip from her clavicle to her ear. "Want me to use you, huh?"
"p-please- fuck!" she winches as kraven pinches her nipples that indented up through the dress "tsk, i don't like when you say those words, bunny. do bunnies talk like that, huh?" he coos almost sarcastically, before tugging at her hair. "answer me, slut."
"n-no, they don't, I'm sorry, please just touch me, please.."
"I'll think about that." he tugs at her hair once more before pushing her down on the cold tile floor.
"crawl."
without hesitation she makes her way desperately on all fours at his feet, looking up at him through her already teary eyes. "Open your mouth."
y/n couldn't believe what was happening, the way she was willing to obey every command the tall male gave her, it made her feel so helpless and small - she couldn't lie though, she thoroughly enjoyed it.
obliging, she parts her lips and shots her head up to stare at kraven, excitement bubbling up in her stomach. he leaned lower just a little before swiftly placing his thumb inside y/n's warm cavity. "suck. bunny"
nodding, she takes the digit in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tounge around it. she didn't know exactly what to do and how, only she knew how much she wanted to make kraven proud.
"good pet. now..." he paused before reaching to unbuckle his pants "want you to suck this." kraven pulls down his pants, letting his cock spring free, hitting his stomach.
y/n's eyes widened at the sight. she'd never seen something so big -- it was scaring her, but the churn in her stomach pushed her to slowly wrap her rosy lips around the tip of kraven's large member.
"yeah- just like that, bunny. i wanna see you choke on my cock, c'mon." he says before thrusting deep in y/n's throat, causing her to let out a choked out moan. "be good and take it all."
grabbing her by the hair he begins to snap his hips, hitting the back of her esophagus, drool and precum running at the sides of her mouth and dripping from kraven's dick. "fuck, bunny- your pretty mouth takes my cock so so well..."
the praises he was throwing and the low growls gave her a little more confidence -- not only that, but the pool in her panties grew larger, staining through them. kraven could feel it, smell it, the desire and lust, his groans and her whines mixing in the air as he chased his high.
"I'm gonna cum straight down your throat, bunny, fuck- better swallow all of it." he furrows his brows as his moves become more erratic, finally shooting his seed into y/n's mouth. "swallow." he sternly says, staring down at the girl, who was all a mess.
"So pretty on your knees for me, such a good pet." he coos, abruptly picking her up and settling her on the counter. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, fill you up and make you have my babies."
y/n could only moan, pressing her thighs together in anticipation. "that whar you want? huh? want me to fuck you senseless and fill that belly up?"
"please.." his eyes darken, licking his lips he starts stroking himself before ripping y/n's clothes clean off, leaving the girl shivering on the cold surface of the counter.
"I'm gonna make you take this cock every day, it'll be the only thing you think about." he chuckles somberly before plunging straight into her wetness.
"fuck, bunny, you're so wet. you hear?" he laughs as he moves slowly, allowing y/n to hear the wet sounds as he worked himself in.
y/n throws her head back, her head spinning from the fullness in her lower region. "you like that? huh?"
he mocks before pushing in further. "fucking slut."
drool and tears dribbled from her face onto the counter, wet sounds of slapping echoing throughout her whole apartment.
she couldn't believe this was happening, the way his cock felt inside of her, the sounds she didn't even know she could make. all came to a halt when she felt a strike on her thigh, making her yelp. "Down."
she looks up almost disappointed from the sudden lack of friction. "i said down." he growls before he takes her off the counter, bending her over it instead. "look at that ass." he almost wailed as he delivered a hars slap, making y/n arch her back, redness spreading on her skin. the pleasure was pooling at the pit of her stomach -- she didn't know she liked it this rough, she didn't know her hot neighbor wanted to fuck her either, yet here they were.
without any warning, kraven pushes inside of her again, roughly pounding into her core, one arm snaking around her waist whilst the other grabbed her neck, pulling her flush against his chest. "you take me so well, bunny. you were made for me, yeah? all mine to use and-- fuck!" he growls, sinking his teeth into y/n's shoulder, making her cry out. "my pretty pet."
y/n could feel herself getting closer, kraven's dick was hitting her in just the right places - and the way she could see it forming a bump in her lower belly wasn't helping.
"you wanna cum, bunny?" kraven tightens his grip around her neck, plastering another harsh slap on her thigh. "y-yes, please!" y/n sobs, tears mixing on her face with salty sweat.
"go ahead, bunny. cum around my cock." that's it, as soon as those words hit her ears, she released, clenching tightly around his shaft. her legs felt like rubber, if it wasn't for his strong hold on her waist she would've most likely fallen.
"gonna fill you up so so good, bunny-- shit-" he moans as he becomes sloppy in his strokes, hitting deeper and deeper into y/n, after a few more minutes cumming far inside her.
their quickened breaths replaced the loud and sinful sounds that probably alerted all of the neighbors. y/n was sprawled out on the counter, and kraven was still deep inside of her. when he finally pulls out, it causes y/n to whine at the sudden emptiness, semen dripping down her bruised thighs and onto the tiled floor.
"I wish you could see yourself right now, bunny." he chuckles, running his palm through his locks, then down y/n's spine. "You'll be so good to me. I just know it."
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