#tw.nipple play

[croimilis]

private show

title: private show

characters: peter parker x stark!avenger!reader

rating: 18+

words: 8k

theme: smut, porn with minor plot, a little sweet moment between reader, shang-chi and america

warning: smut, filthy smut, alcohol. titty job, oral (m and f receiving),hair pulling, praise, thigh riding, fingering, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please assume some type of other contraception is used), multiple orgasms (both m and f), cum swallowing, peters a bit of  perv, mentions of birth control, creampie, dom!peter, confident!peter, cum eating, cum play, peter calls reader ‘princess’ maybe a little too much, soft!peter, aftercare, a little bit of subdrop

summary:  “turn down the lights and watch my private show”

you notice peter has an obsession with your tits, so you offer to give him a private show

tags: @xoxabs88xox​

a/n: all characters are 18+ (specifically 21 as there is drinking mentioned), this was meant to be short and sweet, but i’m slowly learning i cannot do anything in moderation and it is most definitely the most filthy smut i have ever written

He was staring again, his eyes following you throughout the room from the moment you entered. You could feel them burning into your skin as you walked, greeting various benefactors and members of the Avengers with you arm wrapped around Tony’s, to be specific you could feel them burning into the skin of the cleavage you had exposed in your deep cut dress where the ‘v’ almost reached your belly button.

It wasn’t the first time you had noticed Peter staring at your boobs, it was one of many over the last couple of months and you were sure he was staring long before it came to your attention and you don’t know how you didn’t notice sooner. After all, Peter Parker was not discreet in any way shape or form outside of his role as Spiderman.

When you first noticed it was soon after you had gotten your nipples pierced, much to your fathers horror and everyone else's amusement as Tony freaked out about his ‘sweet innocent little angel falling into temptations’ despite knowing you had not been innocent since the age of 16 when you asked him to go on birth control specifying why (he looked like he was ready to drop dead at that very second while Peper just looked on with an amused smile).

Given the pain of the piercings, you were reluctant to wear a bra for the first few days and instead floated about in loose tank tops and camis that were just tight enough to show your new piercings but not enough that it would hurt. This particular day, you were sitting at the kitchen island of the compound just scrolling on your phone as you waited for Tony and Bruce to be finished in the lab because you were supposed to be heading out to lunch with your dad.

As Peter walks into the kitchen, you flash him a smile and give a small “”hey” in greeting before turning your eyes back to your phone. Peter on the other hand could not keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tried. In general, Peter thought you were stunning, this complete otherworldly creature that he could only describe as heavenly and he was completely and utterly infatuated from the moment he saw you all those years ago when he first joined the Avengers at the young of age of 16, that was 5 years ago now and he was still completely enamoured with you. Probably even more so now that he actually knew you as a person.

But recently Peter has become completely obsessed with a particular part of your body, he just couldn’t help himself. It seemed that every time you were around his eyes would drift towards your chest and stay there for much longer than was deemed polite, though he was sure that by even looking he was way past the point of politeness, and today was no different.

Especially with the way the bars of your new piercings were pushing against the fabric of your shirt, as if inviting him to have a look and he couldn’t look away, not as you greeted him, not as he leaned against the kitchen counter while eating the apple he had lifted, not as you tell him about the newest article about Spiderman and (hero name) and how there’s rumours the two are sleeping together or romantically involved and snort at some of the comments being made about the two of you, and not as Tony walks into the room to take you for your lunch. He prays to every god that could exist, including Thor and Loki, that you don’t notice the way his eyes suddenly snap up to your face as you give him a goodbye, like all the other times he stares he hopes you don’t notice.

But unlike all the other times before, you notice this time. You had actually looked up from your phone for a split second to try and read Peter’s expression as you tell him about the news article you were reading and had noticed that while he was listening, he was focused on something other than your voice and he was not being discreet about it with the way his eyes lingered and a light flush dusted his cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

Instead of questioning him, you simply smirk and look back down to your phone, a small blush spreading across your cheeks at the attention. After all, similar to Peter, you harboured an attraction to him from the first time you met at 16 years old but never thought it was reciprocated in any way but now you knew you were going to have fun with it.

After that you started noticing him staring more often.Like that one time after training with Natasha when you were in nothing but a sports bra and pair of athletic shorts, he seemed to be watching the way the sweat that had gathered on your body was dripping down between your cleavage with such intensity you could almost feel his gaze burning into our skin. That day you had to suppress a smirk and pretend like you were just getting a headache as Nat turned to you with a weird look and asked what was up, after all just because you knew didn’t mean everyone else had to know.

Or that time you were at an Avengers themed Halloween party some fraternity at your college was throwing and you had gone as Black Widow, taking one of Nats old cat suits and adjusting it to your body measurements to do so. Still, even with adjustments the suit was tight around your chest and squeezed your breasts together in a way that made sure they would be hard to miss. You had meet up with Peter (obviously dressed as Spiderman) and MJ (who refused to participate but still wore an Avengers t-shirt) at the party and immediately noticed how Peter’s eyes drifted to your chest before they bounced back to your eyes, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he stuttered out a greeting and practically choked on his own spit causing MJ to turn to him with a ‘wtf’ look and a “dude are you okay?”

You simply batted your eyelashes at him, inwardly grinning to yourself, and asked in your most innocent voice, “Yeah, Pete. You okay?” Peter swore he was going to die that very second had it not been for Flash (who was dressed up as Spiderman as well, though he claimed his looked more authentic despite the fact that Peter was simply wearing one of his old costumes) coming up and stealing your attention from Peter with a “(Y/N)! You’re looking great.”

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There were moments like that scattered throughout the few months since you had noticed him staring for the first time, all of them leading up to this night and your choice of dress. Natasha and Wanda had helped you pick it out, a gorgeous black that hugged close to your figure and showed off all your curves beautifully with a deep deep ‘v’ neckline that showed of your tits like they were pieces of art to be shown off, Tony had nearly had heart failure when he had seen you in it for the first time a week earlier as he walked in on Pepper adjusting the length for you. Which to you, meant it was absolutely perfect for what you wanted it for.

Your eyes roam  around the room for a bit, your arms wrapped around Tonys as talks to another benefactor and Admiral Simpson or something like that, you had stopped caring three Admirals ago, looking for Peter. When your eyes finally meet his, you smile and excuse yourself from the conversation to go and join him at the large window showing off the lights of New York below.

Peter is standing by himself, occasionally bringing the beer in his hand to his mouth to take a sip. These events weren’t really his scene, while Peter loved a good party he hated the formality around the Avengers events and so he usually kept to himself and relegated himself to a corner of the room where he could nurse a beer the whole night and just watch as the party slipped by him. Sometimes you joined him in his corner, bringing cheesy jokes and conversations that kept his mind busy, other times the two of you would escape and he would take you swinging around the city and you would end up sitting on some random rooftop his suit jacket wrapped around your shoulders to fight of the cold as you ate some of the best pizza greasy New York had to offer.

It seemed this night you decided to just join him, lifting a champagne flute from the tray of a waiter as they passed you by and downing its contents in second leaving a red residue behind from your lipstick. You stand in front of him, a small smile on your face as you do so and greet him with a gentle “hey” that he reciprocated, though you have to stop your smile from turning into a smirk as his eyes moved down your face and across your body, fully taking you in, lingering a little too long on your chest.

As Peter greets you, eyes quickly snapping up to meet yours, you let out a small chuckle and reach a hand out, wrapping it gently around his wrist and slowly moving it up her arm as you lean close to his ear, your chest pressing against his lightly as you do so.

“If you like staring at my tits so much, why don’t I give you a private show?” You smirk to yourself and bite down on your bottom lip, you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks as the blush spread across his face rapidly.

You remove your hand from his bicep, slowly trailing it up his shoulder as you walk behind Peter, your chest now very flush with his back, you keep going your hand now gently wrapped around Peter’s neck as you tilt his head upwards so he’s looking at ceiling and you lips are right beside his ear, “Meet me in my room in 30 minutes”

You would go now, but the party had only started and as the daughter of the host it would be rude of you to not make the rounds, have at least 1 drink and socialise a bit with the other avengers, and maybe just maybe you wanted to torment the poor soul just a little. You remove your hand from Peter's neck and fully turn away from him, instead facing the bar and you smile at Natasha, who was behind the bar as usual much preferring to work at these events than have to socialise and who was already preparing a (preferred drink) for you.

As you approach, she cocks and eyebrow and gives you a sly but questioning look as if she knew exactly what you were up to., placing the drink down on the counter in front of you. “What are you doing that poor boy?”

You simply roll your eyes and lift the drinking, bringing it to your lips, eyes ghosting over to where Peter now stood in shock with a bright blush spreading across his cheeks and his head whipping from side to side to make sure no one else had seen what had happened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Nat.”

“Uh-uh, as if you couldn’t cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a butterknife.” You snort at her comment, leaning your back against the bar and placing your elbows on it as well for extra stability in your heels as Nat leans on the bar at your side, arms crossed over the counter and her head tilted towards you, “Just make safe choices, we don’t need any little Iron Spiderlings running around.”

This time you roll your eyes at her comment and down the rest of your drink, your eyes finding a very nervous looking Shang-chi and America being hounded by a bunch of benefactors who want to know simply everything about the pair, well more specifically about what they could do. You push yourself of the bar and turn to Nat to place a kiss to her cheek, “I always make safe choices Nat,” Natasha rolls her eyes at you as she leans into the kiss and you give her a cheeky smile as you make your way over to the nervous pair and the five or six benefactors surrounding them.

“Okay, why don’t we give them some space to breathe?” The benefactors all turn to look at you at the sound of your voice, your eyes are narrowed into a glare, your face hardened and arms crossed over your chest, even if they didn’t know what exactly you were capable off and the fact that you could kill them all twice over in just a few seconds they would still be intimidated from your look alone, after all your glare could rival Medusas and turned most people into living statues as they stared at you in fear, a skill you have to thank Natasha for. They all gulp down their fear, shuffling away from Shang-Chi and America with nervous looks on their face and all muttering some form of “of course Miss. Stark” or “sorry Miss.Stark.”, preferring to use your real name over your hero name as if refusing to address you as your hero name gave them some sort of power over you.

You kept the glare on your face until the last of them disappeared out of your sight, instead going to bother some other members of the Avengers (probably Sam and Bucky) who would have no problem either entertaining them or telling them to fuck right off. As the last one disappears, you drop the glare and turn to Shang-Chi and America with a soft smile and nothing but kindness in your eyes. “You guys okay?”

America says nothing and just nods her head as she wrings her hands together nervously and Shang-chi gulps down his nerves and answers you, “Yeah..we’re…we’re good.” With a chuckle you realise they were scared of you and you reach out a hand to take Americas, rubbing soft circles against her skin as you do so to try and ease her nerves, “Relax, that look is reserved for those vultures and the press.”

Shang-Chi nods his head and you can see the tension leave his shoulders slightly, though not completely, and you can feel some of the tension leave America as she winds her fingers in with yours as a form of comfort. “Other then those guys, how are you guys?”

A shaky breath leaves Shang-Chi lips, “Nervous,” you nod along to him and hum softly in response, “Your first event is always the hardest, but you get used to them after a while and you learn how to tell those dicks to fuck off without feeling guilty about it.” America lets out a giggle at your words and you smile at her, she’s a sweet girl and being around the age you were when you first joined the Avengers you felt a sisterly need to look after her.

You spend the next 20 minutes just talking to the pair, calming their nerves and reassuring them that they were going to be fine. Every Avenger in the room had their backs and all it would take is one word and they would handle anyone giving them bother, especially Stephen Strange who had formed an attachment to America.

Once their nerves were calmed she started to get to know each other a little more, you talked about your mothers and how much you adored and missed them, Shang-Chi told you about Ta Lo and America told you about the Utopian parallel universe she was from and you spoke about the small cottage in the middle of nowhere your mother raised you in, surrounded by nothing but woods and nature, it was your perfect little corner of the world untouched by anyone else until she got sick. It was nice to talk about, most people you spoke to about your mother always showed sympathy and seemed to focus on the the loss rather than who she was as a person, but Shang-Chi and America wanted to know about her, about your life with her, not the grief, not the loss, but the good moments, the memories you shared with her and the love.

The conversation shifts quickly as Shang-Chi and America start to discuss some movie they had both seen that weekend, and you take that moment to excuse yourself from the pair as you notice Peter slip out of the room. You make your way towards the back of the room, skirting the edges and disappearing into the shadows as you do making it easy for you to slip out of the room without being noticed by most people, the only ones that do are Natasha and Bucky and they share a knowing look and small smirk before they turn back to their conversation.

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As quickly as you slip into your room, you’re slammed against the cool metal of the door as it slides closed behind you with a hand roughly grabbing at your hips and another slamming against the door at the side of your face effectively trapping you against it. Your eyes instantly snap up to meet with Peter’s, his pupils blown wide and full of lust, you simply smirk up at him and bite down on your lip.

He’s so close, pressing his body against yours and you can feel the bulge that is barely contained by his dress pants pressing against you, can feel the rippling muscles of his abdomen as they press against your chest and his hot breath against your face as he leans in towards yu, yet still you want him impossibly closer to you. The desire that has been boiling away inside you these past few months finally bubbling over and igniting every nerve ending in your body, leaving you consumed by want, by need.

Your own breath starts to come out heavy and laboured as the desire begins to pull in your stomach, especially as Peter squeezes at your hips and slowly starts to move his hand upwards, ghosting over your torso and going higher and higher until his palm is barely touching the side of your breast while his fingers gently dug into your rips.

“I believe you owe me a show princess.”

You were used to the term ‘princess’ being thrown around when discussing you, usually by the press or by the people who thought you got everything handed to you by Tony since you were introduced to the world as his daughter at your 18 birthday. The people who called you princess used the word like a knife in an attempt to cut into you and see you bleed so they could inject their venom directly into your blood and turn you into the bitchy socialite they wanted you to be, that way they would be justified in their horribleness towards you.

But Peter’s tone did not hold any venom it, his voice had not be sharpened into a knife edge meant to dig into your skin, Instead it was honey rich and smooth and slipped off his tongue almost like a prayer, warming you from the inside and sending another pang of desire rolling through your bones.

Peter steps back from you, his arms moving from your side and waist but despite the absence you can still feel their lingering warmth through the fabric of your dress, and he sits himself down on the edge of your bed with his forearms against his thighs as he leans forward slightly and regards you with an intense, almost predatory gaze.

It sends a shiver down your spines and warmth to your core and the intensity of the look causes your hands to shake as you reach to the back of your dress and slowly pull down the zipper. You were deliberate with your speed, wanting to tease Peter just a little while longer and maybe a part of you was hoping he would jump to his feet and rip the zipper down himself. But he doesn’t.

Instead, as the slipper slowly moves down your back,you notice the vein in his jaw jump as he clenches it tighter and tighter. As the zip finally reaches the bottom, just above your ass, you let the sleeves of the dress fall from your arms which allows the fabric to pool at your feet, leaving you in only your heels. You stand there for a second, watching as Peter’s eyes widen at your bare form, after all the tightness of your dress did not leave room for panties or bra lines. His reaction causes a smirk to rise on your lips.

“You’re fucking stunning princess.”

You step out of the fabric at your feet, your heels clicking against the ground as you stalk towards him. As you reach him, his hands wrap around your bare thighs and he gives them a gentle squeeze as he stares up at you before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss against your hip. You cup your hands around his jaw, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you bend down to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

The kiss starts soft but quickly turns heated as Peter grips at your thigh and causes a small gasp to leave your lips, which Peter uses to shove his tongue into your mouth. You moan into Peter’s mouth as he twirls his tongue around yours before pulling it back and biting down gently on your lip, one of his hands moves from your thigh and trails ever closer to where you need him most and he smirks into the kiss as he feels your wetness seeping down your  thigh, the effect he has on you fueling his ego.

Peter pulls away from the kiss and pulls his hand away from your thigh, a light residue from the wetness on your thigh coating his fingers, “This all for me baby?”

You nod, not knowing where this confident side of Peter had come from but loving it all the same, “Yes Peter, all for you.” He lets out a hum and sucks his fingers into his mouth, savouring the lingering taste of you as he looks up at your flushed cheeks through his long lashes. You gulp at the sight, moving your hands from his jaw line and down onto his shoulders, trailing down his arms as you lower yourself down onto your knees in front of him.

You rest your hands over his clothed thigh and look up at Peter with lightly veiled innocence, your big doe eyes lust blown to the point that the [colour] of your irises were almost completely gone, eclipsed by the blackness of your pupils, and slightly parted lips now imprinted in Peter's mind and locked away somewhere safe for those lonely nights in the future where he will most definitely be touching himself thinking about this night.  “Let me take care of you Peter, please?”

When you look at him like that and ask in that almost begging tone, who was he to tell you no, “Go ahead baby.”

With his permission, you’re moving your hand from his thigh and to the zipper of his pants pulling it down and then pulling down both his pants and boxers in on go, Peter lifting his hips slightly to make it easier for you, letting them pool around his ankles and you lick your lips at the sight of his cock bouncing against his stomach once its released from his boxers.

You keep your hands on high thighs and lean forward, your tongue making contact with the base of Peter’s cock and causing a groan to fall from Peter’s lip that only amplifies as you lick up to the tip and suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The moan Peter lets out is like music to your ears and encourages you to do it again, running your tongue over the slit as you do, before starting to bob up and down on his length.

You do your best to take him all in your mouth, but you struggle to do so, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. Your inability to take all of him in your mouth sparks an idea in your mind, one you're sure Peter is going to love. Pushing yourself up on your knees so you’re just that little bit higher, you lean forward and slot Peter’s cock into the valley of your breasts and Peter nearly faints at the sight.

Your pretty lips all swollen from the kiss and from sucking his cock, your pretty little boobs wrapped around his cock, its another image seared into his mind and stored away for later use. As you press your hands into the side of your boobs, tightening their hold on his cock, and start moving them up and down, the moan Peter lets out can only be described as unholy and it adds fuel to the already raging fire inside you as you clench and unclench around nothing and rub your thighs together for just a little bit of friction or relief, though it offers none.

You continue your ministrations with your tits, watching through heavy lashes as Peter’s face contorts in pleasure and he struggles to hold in the moans and groans that are falling intermittently from his lips, between words of praise about how good you’re making him feel and being such a good girl for him, you would admit it to no one (not even Peter) but his words went straight to your core and caused you to clench even harder around nothing.

You reach your tongue out, giving kitten licks to the mushroom tip and over his slit as often as you could between the thrust of yours boobs, causing Peter to throw his head back and pleasure and reach a hand out to grab at the hair at the back of your head, “Shit , princess… you’re killing me here.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to keep going, darting your tongue out and swiping across Peters head almost every time it gets close to your mouth, licking up the precum leaking out of the tip, and squeezing your boobs even tighter around his cock as you do so, another groan forces itself out of Peters mouth as his hand tightens in your hair, causing a moan to fall from your own lips. “I’m so close, you gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits of yours princess?”

“Yes Peter, please cum all over my tits”

The desperation in your voice, the almost begging tone lacing it causes Peter to lose his composure and control as he shoots rope after rope of cum over your chest as you continue to move your boobs over him, the cum spreading down the valley and up onto your chest with some even landing in your mouth on your waiting tongue that you had stuck out when he started to cum.

Peter pants as you let go of your boobs and sit back, his hand leaves your hair and instead cups your jaw gently in a stark contrast with how hard he had been gripping at the roots where he runs a finger across your chin to swipe up the cum that had hit against it. He taps his thumb against your lips and you open, sucking his thumb into your mouth and moaning at the sensuality of it. It’s another image Peter will have seared in the back of his brain for the rest of his life.

As Peter focuses on the image of you, on your knees sucking on his thumb covered in his cum, you swipe some of the cum of your chest letting it cover your fingers before you pull back of his thumb and instead suck your own fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to get as much cum off them as you can. Your eyes are staring up at Peter’s through your eyelashes, watching as the irises almost completely disappear, existing as the smallest rings around the pitch blackness of the blown out pupil, when you pull your fingers from your mouth with a ‘pop’ Peter is quick to pull you into a rough kiss, instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You moan at the sensation of his tongue massaging yours, reaching your hands up and wrapping them around his neck, rising back up so Peter’s not having to bend over as much, tangling your hands a little bit less than gently in his hair and giving it a gentle tug, which causes Peter to let put a deep almost animalistic growl that has you clenching your thighs together even tighter, the movement of which Peter notices and he’s pulls away from you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“You took such good care of me princess…” His hand ghosts across your thigh until he’s hovering over your core, so close you can feel the heat emanating from it, and then ever so slowly he runs a finger through your folds, pressing against your clit with the slightest pressure as he does so and causing a whine to fall from your lips because god was it the most heavenly thing you’ve felt recently but it just was not enough, “Now let me take care of you.”

He takes your arms in his hands, guiding you to standing before he strips himself of his blazer and dress shirt, throwing them to the ground somewhere in your room. He lets you go and sits back down on the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to sit. It's one you take almost immediately, throwing on leg over and lowering yourself down so that the fabric of his trousers make contact with your bare cunt and rubbing so deliciously on your clit as you do, ripping a moan from your throat as you do. "You have such pretty moans, pretty girl."

Peter grips onto your hips, fingers digging in a way that was painful to the point you were sure they were going to leave bruises but also amplified the pleasure coursing through your veins. Peter starts to move you up and down his thigh, the friction of the fabric rubbing on your clit at a brutal pace sending shockwaves through you and causing you to throw your head back as moans continually fall from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” You nod your head and Peter tenses his thigh underneath you, bouncing his knee alongside it pulling another loud moan from your lips at pleasure overwhelms your senses, “Come on princess, you gotta use your words.”

You let out a whine at the sensation, the motion of the bounce putting delicious pressure and friction against your clit that has you almost seeing stars, “Fe-feels s’good Peter.” Your words slur together as pleasure overwhelms your senses. Peter’s grip tightens at your words as he moves you even quicker against his thigh, the coil in your stomach that had already been wound tight, tightens even further and can feel the cliff edge of your orgasm approaching so very quickly.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum all over my thigh?” You nod your head, reaching your hand up to grip at Peter’s shoulders so tightly that you're sure you’ll leave behind crescent shapes from your nails or even draw blood. Peter groans at the sensation, his cock already semi-hard again from watching you unravel on his thigh, he never thought he would be in pain (he experience enough of it on a daily basis) but yet here you are proving him wrong with the way your hands had previously tugged at his hair and the way your nails are currently biting into his skin and causing his cock to twitch at the sensations.

“Go on then princess, cum for me.” There he goes again with that stupid pet name that you should hate but instead has you melting into him even further, your clit throbbing as it rolls of his tongue like liquid gold honey that seeps deep into your bones. Peter tenses his thigh once again and you feel every ridge of hard muscle under the cloth of his trousers and it sends you spiralling off the cliff edge you had been teetering on as your orgasm sends shockwaves through your body.

Peter watches your face as it contorts in pleasure from your orgasm wracking through your body, ignoring the wetness that had now gone through his pants and was coating his thigh, and he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful and another image is forever ingrained in his mind. His cock was now fully hard once again and twitching against his stomach begging for some kind of attention or friction, which he grants it by removing his hand from it and giving it a few pumps but it wasn’t enough, no, Peter was feeling greedy now. He already felt the bliss of your mouth and tits wrapped around him and now he wanted more, no he needed more. Needed to feel your pretty little pussy wrapped around him and squeezing him.

Peter makes a quick decision while you’re still coming down from your orgasm and wraps the hand still holding onto you around your waist and twists you both around so that you were now lying on the bed with your legs hanging of bed with your butt just on the edge and he was now kneeling down in front of you with both hands on your knees, holding your legs apart as he eyes up your soaking wet cunt.

It almost makes you feel self-conscious, almost has you trying to squeeze your legs closed but Peter's firm grip and his superhuman strength stops you no matter how hard you strain against him, you simply cannot win against Peter in a battle of pure strength. The self consciousness erodes away and the words of discontent that were forming on your tongue are replaced by a porn-staresque moan as Peter dives in and licks a stripe up your cunt and latches his mouth onto your clit. `The sound causes Peters dick to twitch against his abdomen.

He hums against your clit, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were feeling, and slowly pushes a single digit into your weeping hole to start prepping you to take his cock. He pumps in and out of you, finger curling in and pressing against your gummy walls as he does, you moan at the combined movement and sensation of Peter sucking on your clit and feel the coil in your stomach already start to tighten once again.

Peters free hand trails up your abdomen with a featherlight touch that you barely feel over the pressure of him fucking his finger into you, you really only become aware of his other hand when he pinches at your nipple and pulls at the metal of the piercing, the pain melding in with the pleasure in such a way that your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull and you miss the way Peter stretched you out by entering a second and third finger into you.

The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, tighter that it ever has been and yet you doesn’t snap as Peter releases your clit with a ‘pop’ but he continues the ministrations with his fingers, rubbing against your most sensitive spot with every thrust, “God princess, you taste absolutely amazing and feel so amazing clenching down on my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you clenching on my cock.”

The praise falling from Peter’s lips goes straight to your head and causes you to clench around his fingers even harder, he presses harder into your g-spot and pulls on your nipples once again causing a wanton moan to fall from your lips, the coil in your stomach starting to reach it’s breaking point. “You gonna cum again baby? Go on, cum all over my fingers and face.” Suddenly Peter’s sucking on your clit once again and your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as it overwhelms you and you see nothing but stars as your orgasm overwhelms your senses.

As you cum all over him, your juices squirting over his fingers and rolling down to his wrist, he removes his fingers and instead starts to lap up everything you have to give him, moving the hand on your nipple down to hold your waist against the bed as you begin to write in overstimulation of Peter tonguing your entrance.

The sound of a whine finally pulls Peter away from your pussy and he stands from where he was kneeling, your juices now coating his mouth from your explosive organism, you look angelic with your hair spread out in a halo around you and a blissed out expression on your face, eyes wide and chest rising up and down rapidly as you try and catch your breath. In between your breaths, you reach out to Peter and he gladly leans in, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down into a passionate kiss that is all teeth and tongue as you try and get as much of Peter as you can.

Peter is the first to pull away from the kiss and starts to trail kisses down your neck, stopping occasionally to bite and suck on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. The sensations have you whining, desperate for more as your needy cunt clenches around nothing, “Peter…” Peter smirks into your skin and places a gentle kiss on your collarbone before he rises and stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, “Need you…”

“Need me where princess? Come on baby use your words, tell me what you want”

“Please Peter…I need to feel you inside of me… please please fuck me” Your tone is begging, a whine falling from your lips at the end of the sentence, and who was Peter to deny you when you sounded so pretty begging for him inside you. Peter grips the base of his cock and rubs himself along your fold, coating himself in all your wonderful wetness as a lubricant, as the tip of his cock catches on your clit you let out another whine and Peter smirks at the sound. “Peter…please…enough teasing.”

Peter lines himself up with your entrance and looks up at you for confirmation and as you nod your head he slowly slides himself in, letting out a low groan at the sensation of you stretching and clenching around his cock. It's a groan that is drowned out completely by the moan you let out. Peter moves so slowly you can feel every part of his cock as it rubs inside of you, all the veins and ridges all piling onto the pleasure you’re experiencing and as he bottoms out inside you you let out a small, pleasurable whine.

You have never felt so full before in your life, no other partner you had filled you up just as much as Peter does, and it felt absolutely amazing. With Peter spending time prepping you to take him, you barely feel any pain and it takes only a second of Peter being fully sheathed inside you before you start beginning him to move, it’s a request he’s glad to fulfil as he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you and starting an almost brutal pace.

As Peter thrusts in and out of you at a rapid pace, you wrap your arms around his shoulder and dig your nails into the flesh, the pain of which combines with the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock and pulls a deep moan from Peter that has you dragging your nails down his back leaving red marks in your wake to hear it again and again. Your own moans join in with Peters as his cock hits against either your g-spot or your cervix with every thrust, driving you absolutely insane with pleasure to the point that black dots began to gather in your vision as another orgasm rocks through you unexpectedly, a result of combining the after effects of your previous orgasm and the pleasure currently coursing through every nerve in your body.

Peter lets out a deep groan as you clench around him, eyes moving to watch his cock piston in and out of you and at the white ring of your cum that had gathered around the base, “Fuck princess you feel so fucking amazing on my cock, squeezing me so good.” You try and form words, anything to show Peter just how amazing he’s making you feel, but you can’t. The words die in the back of your throat and are instead replaced simply by whines and moans but they’re still sounds that make Peter’s cock twitch inside of you.

Peter continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own high, the pattern of his thrusts becoming irregular and scattered as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm. “Fuck…princes I’m going to cum” He was going to pull out and cum on your pussy and stomach, never had any intention of cumming inside of you until your soft voice quietly calls out an “inside.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours and something feral reflected in them, “You want me to cum inside you princess? Want me to fill you up?” You nod your head as best you can and Peter slows down his thrust

“Oh God, yes Peter…please fill me with your cum.”

Peter speeds up his thrusts once again, hips slamming hard against your pelvis and balls slamming against your ass, the squelching sound of your pussy and the slapping of skin fills the air and joins the erotic symphony of your combined moans as Peter chases his high, the only thought in his head being how pretty you’re going to look with his cum dripping out of your pussy. It doesn’t take long until Peter trusts become sloppy and he sheathes himself completely inside you, tip of his cock pressed right against your cervix as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum inside of you with a loud groan.

Peter almost collapses on top of you, but he stops himself by placing his forearms by your head and using them to support his weight as his eyes move over your face, watching intently as you catch your breath and slowly come back to reality after three orgasms. He gently brushes one hand across your face in an attempt to ground you and as he cups your cheek to rub a thumb across the skin, you reach for his hand and cup your own around it. “You okay?”

You nod and turn your head to place gentle kisses on the palm of Peter’s hand, which has him smiling down at you gently and placing his own soft kisses against your forehead, “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You nod again, eyelids fluttering slightly and a small whine leaving your lips as Peter removes his cock from inside you, the stimulation a little too much. Peter whispers a gentle “sorry” and places more comforting kisses against your face and shoulders, the hand on your cheek continuing to rub against your skin to try and comfort you.

Peter places a gentle and loving kiss against your lips, the tenderness acting as such a juxtaposition to how deeply and roughly he had been fucking you moments before. You smile into the kiss, hand curling around the back of Peter’s neck to play with the baby hairs at the base. Peter pulls back from the kiss with a smile and pecks your nose gently, the cloudiness that had previously been in your eyes fading slightly as the skin to skin contact you have with him grounds you back to earth.

“Do you need anything? A shower, a bath, snacks?” You take a deep breath, pulling Peter down so he’s even closer and nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his scent as deep as you can and placing a light kiss against the skin, “A bath would be nice.” Your voice comes out soft and just above a whisper, had Peter not been deliberately paying attention he would have missed it.

“Okay princess, let’s run you a bath.” Peter goes to lift of you, but you keep him tight in your grip and wrap your legs around his waist, further restricting him from moving and going to draw you a bath. You let out a noise of discontent as he tries to pull away once again and Peter chuckles slightly at the sound. If you weren’t willing to let him go, then he was just going to have to carry you, which he did as he wrapped and arm around your waist for extra support and stood with you in his arms.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take good care of you”

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Tony approaches Natasha at the bar, wanting a drink but also a little curious as to where you had disappeared too. You were on his arm when you both entered the party, though you quickly separated from him to go and socialise with people your own age after you had greeted all the necessary benefactors and he remembers seeing you with Parker briefly and then with America and Shang-Chi, it was their first Avengers formal event so he assumed you were reassuring them, but he hadn’t seen you since and he was getting just a little worried.

Nat, having seen Tony on his way towards her, places a glass of scotch, neat, on the bar top and smirks to herself as he grabs the glass and downs it in on go before he starts questioning her. “Have you seen my daughter?”

Natasha lets out a small hum and leans forward on the bar, using her forearms to support her weight as she does so, “I might have.” Tony rolls his eyes at the Widow and lets out a huff of air, placing his empty glass down with a little more force than necessary.  Natahsa’s smirk grows into a knowing smile as she glances to the door that both you and a certain spiderling had disappeared out of about 2 hours earlier and had yet to return from. Tony follows her gaze and he feels his heart tightening at the thought you had left with someone, “She left with someone?”

Natasha nods her head, “‘Bout 2 hours ago.” Horror slowly fills Tony, you would only be away for that long for one reason and one reason only and it was not one he was ready to consider for you. Despite being 21 years old, you were still hes sweet, little girl and the thought of you being sexually active was horrifying. Not only that, most people here that weren’t members of the Avengers were his age and older and he did not want you mixed up with them and there were very few members of the Avengers around your age, well specifically one and as the thought crossed his mind Tony started to glare at nothing, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he did so, “Parker”

Natasha laughed at Tony, a full belly laugh that had her throwing her head back as she did. After she settled down her laughter enough, she was able to grab onto Tony's shoulder to stop him from storming into your bedroom and seeing something he really did not want to see, “Oh come on. They’re young, let them have their fun.” Tony huffed out once again, as Pepper's voice filled his ears. He hadn’t even noticed her coming up beside him and taking his hand in hers to calm him down, though his temper flares again as Natasha speaks up once again.

“At least it’s not Barnes she’s running off with.”

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Hi!!! I love love your writing I was wondering if you’d write a Drabble for Grimmjow with some size difference, dumbification or dacryphilia and some aftercare?

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

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Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, one line where 'she&her' is used, pet names (princess), doggy, unprotected sex (use condoms!), humiliation, degradation, size kink, strength kink, dacryphilia, nipple piercing, dumbification, praise, aftercare, spanking, dirty talk, hickeys, possessiveness, marking, subspace, NSFW under the cut

“And remember, sharp as a knife,” Grimmjow reminds. Of course, he would use a blade as an analogy. You roll your eyes at him, the bratty action being rewarded with a slap on your butt.

“How am I meant to keep your liner straight if you do that?” You snap. Grimmjow rolls his hips and your anger melts as the tip of his dick rubs against your slit through the fabric. One large hand wraps around your wrist, the blue pencil almost falling from your limp fingers, and pulls it closer to his face. Normal men take the next step in their relationship by giving their girl a key to their car or house. Grimmjow lets demands you do his blue eye makeup. Occasionally he would even draw a white bone on his right jaw. You don’t know what’s hotter, that you can go makeup shopping with your boyfriend and not get ‘yeah, looks great, babe’ mumbles directed more to a phone than you or that your man was comfortable in his masculinity to wear “feminine” things… Never mind, it was watching him beat up some homophobe who thought men wearing makeup is gay.

You take the hint and bring the blue liner back to his eyes, concentrating on making the wing as sharp as possible. Thankfully, Grimmjow lets you concentrate, one hand kneading your butt. One change to an eyeshadow brush to blend everything and dotting some concealer to make everything crisp and you’re done. Leaning back, your eyes flit over your work before deciding it was good enough and reaching for the mirror to show him. You cap the liner and close the eyeshadow palette whilst your boyfriend scrutinises your work. Clearly, it passes the test as Grimmjow flips you onto your back, two hands landing on your hips to pin you down.

“Time to repay you for your work,” Grimmjow purrs. “By ruining your makeup.”

The male grabs both your wrists in one large hand and pins your forearms to the mattress. You mewl and buck your hips into his, needing friction. Grimmjow places a thick thigh in between yours, allowing you to grind your core against him. Your head tips back as a large moan tumbles out of your mouth when Grimmjow brings his head down to nip at your clavicle, leaving a few marks.

“Grimm,” you moan, the male kissing his way down to the hem of your tank top. His sharp teeth graze against your skin, you whimpering at the pleasurable sting, the fabric being pulled down with his head. His other hand comes up, one finger hooking into the material to pull it even further down, the tops of your breasts revealed to him. Your tease of a boyfriend dips down and starts sucking hickeys onto the bared skin. Visible hickeys were hot but hickeys in places only he got to see were even hotter. You keen when you feel Grimmjow move away from you, his large hands grabbing the fabric at the back of his neck and pulling off his shirt. The wicked smirk he gives you tells you he had undressed that way since you found it so hot.

Grimmjow plants a hand by your face, and you realise that you hadn’t moved your hands from where they are stretched above your head. Grimmjow takes one bud into his mouth whilst his other hand cups your right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You’ve always liked your pleasure with a bit of pain and Grimmjow’s the only person you know who has never hesitated to hurt you. He respected you enough not to treat you as if you were made of glass. His thumb and pointer finger pinch and roll your nipple. Rotating his wrist 90 degrees, Grimmjow pinches again this time playing with the metal bar that runs through the flesh. The tall male pulls back, letting his teeth graze your other nipple as he goes. A jolt of pleasure spears down your spine straight to your cunt making it throb even more. The male chuckles lowly as he watches the way your body writhes on the bed.

“Maybe one day I’ll take you to one of my friends so we can get this one-” he gives your left nipple a mean pinch that was rewarded with a soft squeal from you. “-repierced.” You can’t stop your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your hips bucking up, desperately needing friction on your clit. Grimmjow chuckles, leaning over you to pin your wrists with his non-dominant hand. All the strength of your upper body wasn't enough to dislodge his one arm. It turned you on as much as his statement. Having Grimmjow talk to-about you- like that with such nonchalance, like you were an object for his pleasure, a doll that he gets to decide how they look is humiliating. The sheer dominance of it makes you drip.

“Wouldn’t that mean your friends get to see my tits though?” You cheekily ask. You laugh when you see Grimmjow’s expression drop, not thinking of that.

“No,” Grimmjow growls into your neck. “You are mine. No one is allowed to see you like this.” Grimmjow rocks his hips into yours to reinforce his words, his bulge brushing up against your clit in the most maddening way possible. You sigh before gasping as you feel him biting the side of your neck to mark you as his. You moan at his ownership over you.

“I wonder,” Grimmjow begins, fingertips trailing over your thin tank top, ticking the sensitive skin of your navel that your bunched up shirt now displayed, “if I were to put my hands in your pants, how wet would they be?” You’re tempted to ask him why doesn’t he just find out but since your bratty earlier comment had been let slide, you’re not sure he’ll be as nice a second time so soon. You don't get a chance to answer before two fingers slip into you, curling just the right way to hit that spot deep in your gummy walls that has your thighs reflectively snapping shut.

“Keep them there,” Grimmjow orders, pushing his weight onto your pinned arms for a second before retracting his palm. It wraps around your right thigh, large enough to encompass the flesh as he pushes it from where it’s pressed against your other one and pins it to that mattress. The blue haired male shuffles into the newly made space, forcing your legs to spread even wider to accommodate him. Grimmjow’s other hand makes quick work pulling down your trousers and pants in one go, cruelly leaving them hanging mid-thigh and preventing you from spreading your legs too far. Ever a sadist, your boyfriend kneels on top of the fabric, forcing your hips to stay down. Strong fingers trace up the flesh of your inner thigh the ticklish sensation making you jerk although, between your pinned right leg and thighs, you barely move.

Grimmjow pinches the skin just below where your leg meets your thighs. Your moan is long and high pitched and rewarded with a chuckle. Thankfully, the blue-haired male doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, skimming two fingers through your lower lips to collect your slick, circling your clit a few times. He doesn’t give you the chance to make a sound of protest when his fingers leave your bud before plunging two fingers into your pussy.

The fingers wrapped around your thigh clench and you know tomorrow you’ll have a handprint-shaped bruise but you’re too drunk on the pleasure your boyfriend is giving you to say anything. There had been times in that past when you had complained about the marks he had made and in return, Grimmjow had made sure to leave no skin untouched with his fingers and teeth. Grimmjow lets out a deep groan as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, thick digits spreading in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“Fuuck, you should feel yourself. So fucking tight. ‘M gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be dripping f’me,” Grimmjow drawls, blue teal eyes focused on where his fingers enter your cunt. Your chest heaves as you pant out, hands clenched into the fabric to prevent disobeying his orders not to move.

“Please, Grimm-” your left thigh burns as the sound of him spanking your flesh echoes off the walls into your ears, thigh noticeably wet from your slick. “-please, sir,” you correct, “please let me touch you.” Grimmjow looks down at you, eyes softening as he takes in your flushed face and heavy lids.

“Such a good girl, doing what I say,” the praise is cooed down at you, Grimmjow’s left hand cups the side of your face. It’s so large that it covers the entire side. “You can touch me.” Grimmjow grants permission, having known you long enough to know when you’re so stimulated you have to hold onto him in some way to ground yourself. Your hands immediately shoot out and grab onto his broad shoulders, the male leaning down slightly to make it easier for you.

“Please, need you. Need in me so badly,” you babble, dark eyes turning glassy.

“But I am in you,” Grimmjow points out, adding a third finger and stretching you out better than your fingers could ever do. Your back arches, breasts pushing out as if as an offering. Grimmjow doesn’t hesitate, his large hand grabbing one.

“Neeeed your cock. Need it- fuck- need it to fill me up. Please fuck me.”

“Such a good girl. Such a pretty baby.” His fingers curl and rub against your gspot. The stimulation leaves you wailing and bucking so very close to the edge. Instead of being pushed into that pleasurable bliss, Grimmjow pulls his fingers out and shoves your hip back down onto the mattress, the hand on your breast pinching your nipple to help edge you away from your orgasm.

You don’t even get to complain or throw up a pout you know would have the tough man caving and doing anything you wanted. Maybe he knew you were about to do it because Grimmjow grabs both your hips and easily flips you over. One of his hands runs up your back, pushing your head down to rest on the pillow. Grimmjow traces your spine down to your hips, holding them to pull them up. Once he had manhandled you into the position he wanted, he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping his length a few times. The male traces your lower lips with the mushroom head. You wiggle back, trying to get him into you but Grimmjow spanks your ass instead.

Torturously slowly, Grimmjow pushes his dick into you. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he pauses for you to get used to the stretch. His dick is big, stretching your walls in the best ways, and curves to the left a little. You wait a few heartbeats but become impatient and push back to urge him to start fucking you. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as Grimmjow pulls back before slamming back into you. There is an animalistic quality to the way he pumps into you, your punched out moans with every thrust accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Each thrust in has his cock brushing against your gspot and tearing a high pitched moan from your lips and every time Grimmjow pulls back you whine. You’re drunk on the pleasure only he can provide, hips meeting his to increase your pleasure.

Grimmjow bends down, coming to rest on your back and caging you in. One of Grimmjow’s hands remains wrapped around your left hip, helping you to move in sync with him, the other planting into the pillow by your head. His frame is large and wide enough to cover your whole body, creating a sense of protection and fire to burn through your veins. The new position has him reaching even deeper, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. You’re barely coherent enough to think how hot his hand looks, veiny and big. You’re definitely not coherent enough to worry what the neighbours will say.

“What a dirty little dumb slut, so desperate to have cock in her she can’t even take her shirt off before being fucked,” Grimmjow degrades, tears pooling in your eyes. Your shirt is a rumpled mess, scrunched up below your breasts, thin straps having fallen down around your biceps and restricting free arm movements. The tears begin to drip down your cheeks, you’re not too sure if it’s from the pleasure or Grimmjow’s cruelty. Probably both. “You’re my little fuck slut, pussy so -fuck- fucking wet, wish I could stay here forever. Best pussy in the entire world,” Grimmjow mumbles. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

You parrot the words into the pillow, unable to lift your head to tell him. The blue-haired male isn’t pleased with it and fists your hair to yank your head up, all the while setting a rough pace with his hips.

“What was that dumb slut? Couldn’t hear ya?”

“I’m yours! Fuck, Grimm, I’m yours,” you sob out, eyes rolling back as Grimmjow relentlessly bullies your cervix with his dick. “I’m your fucking slut. Fuck, so fucking good. God, love your dick in me, wan’ it all the time.”

“Aww, you’re such a sight. Fucked dumb by my cock. My stupid little slut.”

Both your hands are clenched into the sheets, teeth clamping on the pillowcase to try and quieten yourself as the tears keep leaking down your cheeks. Your attempt to muffle yourself is barely successfully, wanton moans still audible. The pleasure is too much and you’ve stopped trying to grind back into him; you submit to his hips thwacking against yours and turn off your brain, handing your pleasure and release over to him. Grimmjow easily picks up on your decision, hand moving from the mattress to curl possessively around your throat. You arch into the palm hoping he’ll grip it harder but instead the blue haired male drags it down between your breasts to slide through the dark curls and to your neglected clit. Two fingertips flick against your nub without finesse- Grimmjow only aiming to have you clamping down on his cock. The additional stimulation is the last push you need and you cum with a loud moan, collapsing onto your front.

It takes a few minutes but you come around, feeling the shallow thrusts of your boyfriend. Grimmjow is still hard, desperate to release but waiting to make sure you’re okay. With effort, you turn your head to the side and glance back at him, giving him a nod. With your permission, Grimmjow shoves you back down, manhandling you so your thighs are splayed on the outside of his muscular ones. A large hand cups the back of your head, pushing it down whilst tilting your hips up. You get the message and curve your back, resting your upper body weight on your hands placed below your shoulders on the mattress. The position strains the muscles in your biceps but you make do, wanting Grimmjow to also orgasm.

The male drills into you, fucking you as if you’re about to leave. Your walls are oversensitive, pulsing around his member as he forces himself deep into you. The wails you let out are loud. To shut you up, Grimmjow forces three fingers in your mouth, thumb curled around your chin to keep them there. As if conditioned, you suck on them, twirling your tongue over the digits filling your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. My little slut. So fucking tight, making me -fuck- feel so good. That’s right clench on me. Clench that messy pussy on me. No one else can get you this wet.” You try to moan in agreement but Grimmjow shoves his fingers further down your throat. Your gags add to the noises being made yet you keep eagerly pushing your head closer to his fingers, fucked dumb wanting to keep gagging on his fingers.

Tears drip from your eyes again, black trails snaking down your face as Grimmjow begins to lose rhythm. He pulls out, hand wrapping around his dick and jerking himself off. You hear a loud groan and then feel his hot cum land on the middle of your back. The fapping noise continues, Grimmjow milking his release. A few weaker spurts land on your ass cheeks before Grimmjow sighs and stops.

Two muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and roll you over into his chest. One remains wrapped around the tops of your shoulders as a pillow the other one moving down your body to scoop up his cum. Grimmjow’s fingers rest on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“C’mon, princess, be a good cum slut.” You glare at him but obey, parting your lips and taking his fingers into your mouth. You slurp noisily around them and snort when you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. When he deems his fingers cleaned, Grimmjow slides them out and cups your face making sure to keep his wet fingers angled away from your skin. He pulls you into a kiss, this time sweeter than the passionate ones you had experienced earlier. This one he uses to show his love for you. He pulls back, your head following his so as not to break the kiss too soon. The action has the male chuckling and petting your hair.

“Gimme a few seconds,” he tells you. You whine and pout, giving him the best puppy dog eyes but it isn’t enough to sway him. His face softens as he says, “Princess, I need to get a wet cloth to clean you up then we can cuddle. I’ll be one minute tops. Are you okay with that?” You pout but nod, curling into a ball to stay warm when he leaves. A bolt of electricity judders through your pussy when your thighs accidentally clench and another whine falls from your mouth. You blindly reach out and grope for the blue haired male’s pillow, tugging it into your chest and curling around it. Pressing your nose to the material, your boyfriend’s cologne soothes you. No matter if the scene was vanilla or hard, you liked to be held afterwards and reassured you had been good. You also didn’t like laying in your own sweat, the dampness slowly drying and making you feel gross.

True to his word, the Grimmjow doesn't take long, wetting a flannel with warm water and filling a glass with cool water. He brings them both back to the bed, setting them on the bedside table so he can position your body up against the pillows. Grimmjow hands you the water and kneels back onto the bed, scooping the back of your knee in one hand to lift your leg up. The same hands that spanked bruises into your flesh now delicately traces your vagina, taking care not to stimulate the sensitive area any more than needed. Once satisfied, he moves to your ass and cleans the rest of his sperm off of your skin. Finally, with a clean corner, he runs the cloth over your navel, around the back of your neck, under your armpits and along your arms, cleaning the sweat off as much as possible.

When Grimmjow notices you’ve finished the water, he gently takes the glass from you and places it on the table. He pulls you into his chest, pressing kisses along your temple, kissing any skin his lips can reach.

“How ‘ya feelin’?” Grimmjow asks, voice husky in your ear. You giggle.

“Feel floaty,” you tell him, deep in subspace. You feel Grimmjow tighten his grip on you, guiding you to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder. His right hand gently closes your eyes then begins to lightly trace your arm. You take the hint and try to fall asleep, Grimmjow murmuring praises in your ear.

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𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— fushiguro toji x f!reader

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— jujutsu kaisen

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— lactation, mentions of pregnancy and baby, reader is a mama, masterbation, nipple play, toji drinks breast milk, creampie, vaginal penetration, degradation, biting, reader kinda (?) scratches his back, squirting, toji drinks your fluid.

𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔— we’re gonna ignore how i wrote for day 3 before day 2. i promise i’ll finish it soon 😩

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕— 0.8k

being a new mother was hard, ontop of being a good wife for your husband, toji fushiguro. you had just put your newborn down for a nap, toji was out attending to his job. you finally had time to yourself, which as a new mother wasn’t something you often found.

your favourite room had become the laundry room. it was quite, warm and pleasuring. “fuck, fuck, fu-“ your moans came to a stop and you whimpered, your orgasm denied. you opened your eyes. there was no way the load had finished already-oh. the machine had been turned off.

in front of you stood your husband. he gazed down at you with hard, green eyes. in the depths of his emerald eyes swirled an emotion you weren’t unfamiliar with. it was, after all, how you got pregnant the first time. you gulped, looking up at his form that towered over you.

“you’re home early.” you smiled up at him, your cunt fluttering in need. tojis eyes travelled from your smile, down towards your breasts. you had chose not to wear a bra, you were just going to be in the house all day. around both of your nipples, the shirt had dampened.

toji didn’t respond, instead he began to undo his belt that held his cargo pants on his waist. you whimpered, unconsciously spreading your naked lower half. his cock was hard, and you began to wonder how long he had been watching you. his hands grasped the bottom of your white t-shirt, ripping it over your head harshly.

toji wasted no time, his hand gripped the bottom of his dick, lining it up with your dripping cunt. “oh fuck,” your cunt gripped him tightly, not allowing him to slip in as quickly as he pleased. he grunted, forcing his way through your right walls until he had bottomed out.

“such a naughty whore, getting off to the washing machine while i’m at work.” he growled, kissing his way up your stomach until he got to your hardened, leaking nipples. his tongue flattened, licking all of the milk his tongue could find. his dick twitching inside as he cleaned your breasts. you whined, your voice high pitch, as he softly nibbled on your nipple. his other hand, toying with the opposite breast. he began to thrust, slow but deep, sucking your breasts dry. his hands squeeze your breasts, as if it would help the flow of milk. he finally comes up for air, hands moving down to the back of your thighs. your hands reach, locking behind the nape of his neck. he lifts you with ease, moving so your back is now against the wall.

you grind forward, meeting each of his perfected strokes, your juices soaking his cock. “so wet, hm?” he groans into the nape of your neck. he runs his tongue over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, before biting down. your hips falter in their bucking momentum, a loud mewl leaving your lips.

“yes, yes, all for you.” you whine, tangling your fingers in his raven locks. the squelching noise echoing throughout the laundry room is so obscene. the smell of sex, strong in the room as your husband plows up into you. the pull of his heavy, stiff cock inside of you earns a string of endless moans from your plump lips.

“did the washing machine make you feel this good, little one?” he continued his assault on your neck.

“hmf, no.” you mewled, pulling his hair as your toes curled. “you make me- make- make me feel s’ good!” your thighs begin to shake, tightening around his hips.

“yeah? you gonna cream on my dick? let me fuck you till you’re so dumb you only remember my name?”

“yes! please, toji!” but he pulls out, and you whine, he has you grinding against his abdomen searching for a release. he laughs darkly, lowering you to the floor.

“such a needy lil thing, you are. don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he lifts your legs over his shoulder, fucking into you like there’s no tommorow. that warmth that had begun to form just minutes earlier, rebuilt at a faster pace. your eyes rolling into the back of your head, claws sinking into your husbands muscular shoulders. your breathing picked up, your whines hitching in your throat.

“toji! pleasepleaseplease-“ you wailed, your orgasm approaching fast. “i’m gonna, ‘m gonna!” you weren’t able to warn him as your body went limp under him, tongue sticking out as your body trembled uncontrollably. your clear liquid splashed all over him and yourself, pooling on the tiled flooring.

“fuck.” he grunted, his strokes not faltering at his advancing high. “that was so fucking hot.” his balls slapped harshly against your ass. “shittttt” he came with a long groan, burring his cock as deep as your cunt would allow him, his seed painting your gummy walls white.

he removed his soft cock from your warmth, taking in the sight of your exhausted body. “someone’s gotta clean this up.” he leaned down, slurping up your juices. you watched through lidded eyes as he went as far to slurp your liquids from the floor. “you taste so good, little one.”

[donquxiotes]

telling kakucho to wear a white lacey lingerie that's barely covering his throbbing cock and pink sensitive nipples. his face is so red from embarrassment but how can you not when he look so pretty like this? rubbing him through the panties while playing with his already swollen red nipples. he'd squirm everything you flick his puffy nipples HEHEHEH he can actually cum from just nipple play but immediately stop when he's about to cum and there you have, a crying kakucho begging to cum from your hand playing with his body. he dont care if you're not too fucking his ass, just his nipples is enough so please let him cum or he'd actually sobbing from the stimulation🏃🏻‍♀️

-🤤

nipple play. nipple play & kakucho….

awe man imagine doing this when there’s people on the other side of the door…... kaku would plead to death if you could just let him cum before someone bursts in. precum making a mess everywhere, white lingerie looking edible against his reddening skin.

his eyes are filled w tears, cheeks puffy, thighs trembling around you as he just—hurry! let me! c-cum! pleasepleaseplease! at this point he’s loud w his wants, throat starting to burn from sobbing and pleading.

his chest would be all swollen and pinky because you’ve bitten, kissed, licked, sucked, pulled all over his nipples w little remorse. driving this man maaad. and he could feel his lower belly explode w heat.

kaku knows he’s about to cum without permission….

[bokutoslittlebird]

Azul Ashengrotto and Idia Shroud + Toys

Summary: Both Azul and Idia have different ideas about what to do with their old games and getting new ones. The task is up to you, and they decide to keep up their gaming tendencies and see how well you can keep up. It’s simple: whoever makes you finish first gets to choose.

Warnings: gender neutral reader/vague mention of genitalia, vibrating dildo, plain dildo, nipple play, nipple clamps, electric play, slight bondage [hands behind back], overstimulation, orgasm denial, squirting [if seen as afab], blind fold

The Board Game Club was well known for being the place where Azul and Idia could be found after school, conversing with a few other members. It was such a small club that only had the right number of people to not be disbanded. Of course, the club members also had other things to do so most of the time if they attended club they were just there to converse and play games for a bit, except Azul and Idia, that is.

“We’ve played all the games we own, should I bring it up the the Headmaster?” Azul asks, looking to his friend. Idia was busy on his phone, talking to you and showing you the mechanics of a game. Clearing his throat, Azul tried again. “Should we get a new game? Idia? [Y/N]?”

“A new game? But we have so many. Our inventory could probably manage to sell or trash some unused games,” Idia mentions, pointing to a high shelf where some old games are. The first games the club ever received, in fact. “Unpopular and unused,”

“We can’t just get rid of them, Idia-senpai,” Azul shakes his head, then pushes up his glasses. Rolling your eyes, you barely listen as he goes into a tangent about how each and every game owned is important and must be treated as such. Idia, continuously says the inventory will get full and we can’t get any more loot without selling or trashing. Playing around on your phone, you manage to find an interesting book to read while they bicker. It isn’t until Azul’s calling your name do you register the conversation has changed. “Well, what do you think?”

“Um.. whatever you two think? I’m just here to enjoy some games,” you shrug, only to get Azul smirking. “Do not Look at me like that. Last time you looked at me like that, I ended up wearing a maid dress and cleaning your kitchen,”

“Well, Idia gets to pick the game then, since he came up with the idea,” he says, gesturing to Idia who had a face aflame. Flickering your eyes back and forth, you have a bad feeling.

“Whichever gets the highest points with you gets to adjust the inventory as they please, so I’ll need some time to prepare,” he rushes out, putting his things together. “10 pm, I’ll tell Ortho to expect you.” With that, he’s gone, rushing out of the room. Azul doesn’t seem to bothered by it, neither do you, knowing Idia’s personality by now. With a wave and a scheming smile, Azul also leaves the room, letting you sigh and wonder what to expect.

If you had known you’d end up with your hands tied behind your back to a metal bar, you’d be more prepared. Completely in the dark, you willingly went with their antics because you weren’t listening and now you’re reaping the consequences. With a blindfold preventing your vision, you can only hear and feel the things going on around you.

Spread open completely on display, two pair of hands take turns touching you. They let you know it’s them, of course, with Azul’s somewhat eager and hesitant tone contrasting Idia’s stuttering and fumbled words. “It’ll be a bit cold, but you can handle it,” Azul says, then slides in a silicone dildo. Arching your back at the sensation, you curl your toes at the sensation, hips bucking for more. “Hm, seems like another point for me,” he chuckles darkly. Moving it in and out of you has your hips continuing to buck, hands twisting in their bindings. After a while, it stops.

“Only a point,” Idia breaks the silence, the squeaking of his computer chair heard. “We’re both equal. I have a better tool,” he mumbles the last bit, his voice closer to you as you feel his hands trace up your thigh. It’s enough to give you shivers, his hands cold against the warm skin, but you can only wait for him to do something. “I’ve chosen option B,” he suddenly says. His hand then begins to move in a different direction, both hands moving to your chest where you try not to arch away from his touch. The small cold contact has your nipples perking up, fingers pressing against them as you feel a tongue on one.

“Ah! I-Idia!” You cry out, immediately shutting your mouth to grit your teeth. No feeling of sharp teeth involved makes you relax into his touch, soft moans releasing from your throat until he backs away, enticing a whine.

“There’s more than that, don’t be so eager,” Azul suddenly says, then you feel a vibrating sensation pressing against you. “This should give me plenty of points, as long as I angle it well,” he pushes it into you while saying so, your hips bucking and jerking as you try to tighten your legs. He laughs at that, keeping your legs spread with his own body between them, continuing to press the vibrating dildo inside. Once its base is up against your skin, all he has to do is give it some gentle pumps. Even through grit teeth, you can’t stop releasing strangled cries of pleasure as the vibrations travel up your spine and make you shiver. Just like the previous times, it suddenly stops before you manage to completely finish.

Whining gets you nowhere, but it does make their touches linger as Azul hesitates taking away the toy. It’s probably placed in a pile with a bunch more, to be used on you later. Idia has your nipples in a metal grip, making you cry out at the temporary pain. “Don’t worry. I’ve definitely raised enough points for this,” he says, while you hear him typing on his computer.

“Is that fair? I don’t have a computer to work on,”

“With all due respect, you don’t have one at all. I’m only using the items available to me, same as you,” Idia shoots back, then you feel a jolt of electricity run through you. It’s enough to have you jerking from your spot, leaning against the wall. The inconsistency of the shocks has your orgasm on the brink of release, your hips bucking in the anticipation of something, only to receive nothing.

More whining, begging for release, gives Azul an idea. “Perhaps you just need more?” He questions, then your body is moved. With your legs still being free, you feel him spread them apart as the vibrations from earlier come back. It’s enough to have you crying out for him, nails digging into your hand while he places it on the outside of your opening, just enough for you to crave it. However, when you feel something less toy-like and more flesh, your movements cease.

“I thought the rules were only items given through side quests,” Idia mumbles, then more typing follows. “I don’t think it’s within guidelines,”

“Well, technically it’s only my human equivalent. Side quest means gotten through some sort of means, correct? I wasn’t born with a human penis, so it’s technically a tool at my disposal,” Azul is quick to prove he’s within the set rules, rubbing his cock on the outside of your entrance.

“It’s.. It’s fine,” you manage out, hips eagerly moving to keep him rubbing against you. “I don’t mind,”

“Well, that settles it then,” he then brings a hand to your cheek, lightly patting it. “Such a good sport.” When he pushes into you, it’s not as bad as you were expecting, cold and goopy from the amounts of lube he’s put on it. However, he’s not done when he then pushes in the other dildo, turning on the vibrating function that has you squirming under him. Using one hand to move the dildo, he barely thrusts into you as you move on your own, trying to find continuous friction to finally find your release. It’s a shame that it stops right as you feel it coming, once more.

Now crying, you’re desperate for some release, enough stimulation to have you crying out in pleasure and not disappointment. With the nipple clamps being put back on you, you assume it’ll go the same way, since it sounds like Idia’s running out of options. When the electric shocks begin again, you’re twitching as they continue to amp up in volts, not enough to do serious damage, but enough to keep you properly stimulated.

One more cry of ecstasy and you finally hit your peak, your release gushing out of you as it splashes against the floor. More continues to come out as strangled groans come from you, eyes rolling and toes curling, waiting for the shocks to stop. Eventually, they do, simmering down to reasonable until it’s completely done for. A bit more gushes from you until you feel completely spent, lying on the floor while your nerves crackle with sensitivity.

Silence lays heavy on the room until Azul shatters it, clearing his throat. “It seems you’ve won, Idia-senpai. I’ll put in a notice to dispose of any old games properly. In other news,” he gets closer to you, hands untying the blindfold while you adjust to the light of the room. Azul then presses a small kiss to your forehead. “I’ll leave you two alone so Idia can properly get his winning reward,”

With that, you’re left overstimulated on the floor while Idia grins wickedly, checking to lock the door once Azul is gone. You can only hope you’re not a puddle on his floor when he’s done.

[kurosukii]

okok

have some ✨wordses + a story✨

so i managed to get him back for the little mommy stunt in the morning, i’m not going to let him do that and get away with it

he didn’t enjoy it, well, he did but he didn’t. i left him with a boner, so like… oops?

so, some of my classes are scheduled in such a way that i almost have no classes one day but i do have like two

roe was watching tv, don’t remember what was on but was tv. idk how to word, as we’ve discussed so imma just say as bluntly as possible what happened

in summary, i had a good 20 minutes before i had to leave for class. an important detail to add is he was in sweats, just sweats mans enjoys being shirtless and i will never complain

so i sat down on his lap and rested my head against his chest, idk what exactly i said (roe could tell me but he‘s asleep rn and i’m not gonna wake him up) but ik it had to do with his mommy kink

and he enjoys getting his nipples played with, so that’s what i did 😌 then after like 5-10 minutes i basically just teased tf outta him then proceeded to get ready to leave for uni and left

he wasn’t happy with me when i got back, not literally upset but like “you’re gonna regret that” type of deal

idk how to talk about that^^

but here is a couple roe quotes methinks you might like?

”you have such a beautiful pussy, mommy”

”am i being a good boy for you, mommy?“ different setting, happened on valentine’s day

this versatile, versatile man. he can do it all 🤩🤩🤩

[jadequeen88]

A Waitress’ Worst Nightmare

A/N: Written for the BNHA Degeneracy 9-5 collab! THIS IS 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW.sexual harassment, TW.oral(recieving), TW.degredation TW.nipple play, TW.Mommy kink

Pairing: busboy!Keigo, linecook!Dabi, f!waitress!Reader

You’re a college student just trying to get by. The biggest worry you should have right now is if you had enough time to finish that psych paper or when you were going to meet up with your calculus study group. Instead, you’ve got a much larger problem facing you...A problem that has permeated through every aspect of your life. Your coworkers were Grade-A-Assholes who decided making your life miserable was on the top of their to do lists.

You thought waitressing at the 24/7 diner downtown would be a breeze. Money was tight and since you were 21 and almost done with your undergrad, you wanted a little more financial independence. Little did you know when the owner hired you that you’d have to work alongside the two biggest shitheads in the city.

First there’s Keigo. To the untrained eye, he could almost seem charming. But you found out pretty quickly what a dick he was. He was working as a “busboy”, but in reality he didn’t do anything but flirt with every woman within his field of vision. Keigo would leave the tables a mess until there wasn’t a clean one left in your station and you’d be forced to do his job for him.

“What, babe? Stop getting your panties in a twist. I’m real busy these days. You know I’m practically running this place now.”

Oh yeah. How could you forget? He took every opportunity to remind you of that fact. Keigo’s dad happened to be buddies with the owner, garnering a sense of trust with the old man. He slowly weaseled his way into running day-to-day operations while the elderly owner stayed home most days.

Although the diner needed another busboy to pick up his slack, Keigo refused to tell the boss to hire another. You overheard a phone conversation between Keigo and your boss just last night:

“Nah, boss. We’ve got it covered here. No need to hire another busboy. The waitresses are just finding reasons to nag. Women, am I right?”

You were fuming.

***

As bad as Keigo was, his friend Dabi was exponentially worse. The line cook was, without a doubt, a drug dealer. The only motive he could possibly have for working there is having a place to do business with his “customers”(and of course, to help Keigo make your life a living hell). It clearly wasn’t because he needed the money since you’d seen his “friends” slip him generous wads of cash when they stopped by the restaurant. If cleaning up Keigo’s messes sucked, trying to put in customer’s orders with Dabi was pure torture. 

“Eggs over easy instead of scrambled? I dunno, Princess. Sounds like it’ll be a pain in my ass. Whatcha gonna give me if I do it?”

Then he’d lick his lips with his long pierced tongue, leering at you over the counter. Gag... You wondered if that ever actually worked in his favor. 

One semi-decent thing you can say about Keigo is that he’d never actually laid a finger on you. The same can’t be said for Dabi. You learned after your first day to wear shorts under the skirt of your uniform. You were behind the counter slicing lemons when he took his spatula and lifted the hem of your skirt. Before you realized what he was doing, he was calling out to his partner in crime.

“Fuuuuuck, Kei! Look at the ass on the new girl!”

You wondered what was going on until you felt a breeze and realized it was your ass that was on display. You’d slapped the spatula away and straightened your skirt, but not before they both got an eyeful of your black, lace panties. You cried for ten minutes in the bathroom after your shift that day.

***

The day you’d been dreading was finally upon you. No, it wasn’t a big test or project due... You had to ask off work for your cousin’s wedding. That meant dealing with Keigo (who was now in charge of making the schedule each week).

You squared your shoulders and went over what you would say over, and over in your head so you wouldn’t stumble over your words when you had to face him. 

“I need to have Saturday off for my cousin’s wedding. I can work the Sunday morning shift instead.”

This was repeated on a loop in your brain as you walked down the darkened corridor towards the office. You let out a long sigh and gently rapped your knuckles against the wooden frame. The sound of shuffling and muffled voices seeped through the thin faux wood and a moment later, the door swung inward. The thick cloud of smoke and strong, skunky smell almost knocked you flat on your ass. Instead of seeing Keigo alone working on the schedule, you saw that he and Dabi were hotboxing in the small office.

Knowing they were back here getting high while you closed the diner by yourself was the last straw. You slam the door behind you and stomp forward to lean over the desk Keigo was propped up behind.

“Listen you shit heads!” you slammed you fists on the desk knocking over a jar of pens. “I am so fucking sick of slaving away in this shit hole while you two get high and fuck off back here. You’re going to let me have Saturday off or I swear to Christ, I’m calling the boss and spilling my guts! About the weed, the drug deals, the snarky remarks, the groping, EVERYTHING! I’ve had enough!”

There was a moment of silence then the two of them burst into a fit of laughter. In a blind fit of rage, you leap across the desk and grab Keigo by the throat. When you made contact and squeezed as hard as your small hand would allow, a whimper escaped his throat and his eyes rolled back.

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you gripped your fingers tightly again to see if you could pull any more sounds from him. He didn’t disappoint. This time it was a whimper followed by him nervously mumbling.

“Heh, Kid... Seriously, knock it off. This shit isn’t funny.”

Your eyes traveled down the front of his body and when they landed on the crotch of his baggy khakis, your suspicions were confirmed. This loser who acted like a certified pussy-slayer popped a boner just from you choking him.

You leaned in close to his face, using this as your chance to get revenge for all the hell he had put you through. “Aww little Keigo... Not used to being roughed up?” you cooed. “Dumb little baby Keigo...I bet if I kept this up, you’d come in your pants like a dirty slut, wouldn’t you?”

You felt movement over your shoulder and heard a deep chuckle. “Dude you’re so pathe-”

Dabi gasped as you grabbed him by the crotch with your free hand and squeezed. He was already hard. You met his eyes and see panic etched across his features. A sadistic grin spread across your mouth as you tightened your grip. His head fell back and let out a whimper almost as needy as Keigo’s. 

“You’re both going to do exactly what I say or I swear, I will tell every girl you ever try to speak to what a couple of pathetic virgins you two are...”

***

“Ungh! Plea-please... Harder! I... I need more!”

*SMACK*

Your hand lands hard across the blonde’s face, drawing a pathetic whimper from his throat. He thrust his weeping cock along your shin whimpering, craving more pressure to relieve his suffering.

“You don’t get to tell me what you need, Keigo. Shut your fucking mouth and be grateful you get this much.”

You throw your head back against the office chair and hum as Dabi eats your cunt like it’s his last meal.

“Mmm... See Keigo? See what a good boy Dabi is being? He knows his stupid mouth is only meant for one thing... Making Mommy’s pussy feel good.”

The praise causes the dark haired man between your thighs to moan into your clit sending a pulse of pleasure through your lower body. The ball of his piercing circles your clit and you feel the familiar ache of an impending orgasm begin to tighten in your belly.

Keigo starts shoving Dabi away from you with a growl. “This is bullshit! I haven’t even had a chance yet!”

Dabi elbows him, ”Fuck off Kei! I almost had her finished off!”

Furious from being jerked back from the edge of your orgasm, you grab a fist full of blonde hair in one hand and black in the other. You pull their flushed faces up to look you in the eye.

“If you want to come at all, you will shut...the fuck...up... and get me off. Now”

Dabi wasted no time in diving back into your dripping slit, panting heavily while he ran his pierced tongue in and out of your swollen entrance. Keigo attacked your neck, whimpering as he planted sloppy kisses down your collarbone until his tongue was licking long stripes up you clothed nipple.

“I think you can do a little better than that, baby,’ you cooed into Keigo’s messy blonde tresses, sweetly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He took that as his cue to remove the clothing between your hardening bud and his hot, wet tongue.

Keigo latched onto your nipple, nursing it with vigor while he gently grazed his fingertips over the other. You heard him mumble something into the soft swell of your breast.

“Speak up,” you pull him away from your nipple with a pop, “I didn’t catch that...”

“I-I said... I...”

Your attention was drawn to the man between your legs as he began to suck down hard on your clit. The hand you had wrapped in Keigo’s hair tightened causing him to cry out.

“Mommy! Please! Wanna be your good boy! Wanna make Mommy come...” He sobs as he starts frantically licking and sucking your neglected nipple. This pushes you over the edge and your long awaited orgasm rushes over you. 

After you come down from your high, you push them off and begin getting dressed while the two men you left on the floor look up at you with wide eyes.

Dabi, still panting from eating you so vigorously, chokes out a little half sob.

“But.. where are you goin? We did what you asked!”

“Yeah babe! what the fuck!”

You eyed both men and let the tension hang in the air before turning and walking to the door.

“Give me the whole weekend off. Then we’ll arrange something Monday,” you look over your shoulder, “As long as you don’t piss me off before then..”

You walk out of the office with the biggest grin you’ve had in a long time and feeling a lot more relaxed. Maybe this job was going to turn out better than you expected. 

[readerinsertz]

Hi! If you are okay with it could we get a Alpha Aomine x omega reader? It could be with or about anything but the steamer the better🙏😳 If not then totally okay😋

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+

Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Aomine, Omega!Reader)

Edit: please do my dissertation survey on mental health’s impact on mental health

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Word Count: 5.5K oof

Warnings: 18+ Content MDNI, omegaverse, rut sex, p in v sex, afab!reader, omega!reader, mixed!reader, Alpha!Aomine, soft!Alpha, soft Aomine, but also protective!Alpha, protective!Aomine, Aomine almost gets into a fight with another Alpha, knotting, manhandling, thigh grinding, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), vaginal fingering, breeding kink, breeding mentioned a few times, doggy, implied size kink, strength kink, Aomine pinning you to the door, and picks you up a few times, muscle kink, creampie mention, recollection of unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!!) smut under the read more

“Y’know, you’re meant to be busy warming up on the basketball court. With the rest of your team,” you tell the male currently laying on the rooftop. Aomine doesn’t even stir. You suck your teeth and glare in annoyance at him; the slight change in his scent at your arrival had alerted you to him being awake. You step closer to him and gently nudge him with your foot.

“Yeah, I know the team isn’t particularly strong, definitely not up to your policy of coming to a practise match if the team is at Serin’s strength or greater. Buuuut, Tōō is like, what, a four out of ten for teamwork. We need to work on that. Aaand to work on that, we need the entire team,” you singsong to your Alpha.

“Go away, Momoi,” Aomine murmurs, using the arm resting over his eyes to lazily wave you away. Your lips purse in anger at his nonchalance.

“I wish I was Momoi, her Alpha would treat me better,” you bite back at him. It is somehow both the wrong and right thing to say. Aomine drops his arms and opens his eyes to glare up at you. You’re lucky that you have a secure enough relationship to banter about other Omegas and Alphas. Even with the snark and implications of another Alpha being able to treat you better, you still find yourself shifting your body to block the sun’s rays when you notice Aomine squinting up at you.

Aomine sends you a wicked grin, a large hand curling around your right calf. A curious trill leaves you but you let your Alpha manoeuvre you. Aomine lifts your leg up and over his chest to plant it on the asphalt above his left shoulder.

“Bit of sun still in my eye, ‘Mega,” Aomine explains. He stares up at you, head tipping back down onto his crossed hands and basks in your beauty for a second. The awe-stricken expression, however, quickly warps into a lewd grin. “Did you wear those black lace panties for me?”

You let out an embarrassed meep, knees knocking together and hands rushing down to push the material of your skirt into the plush of your thighs to stop Aomine from looking up it. The Alpha beneath you laughs at your reaction. His large hand, still on you, slides its way up to wrap around the back of your knee, strong enough that when he presses into the skin, it makes you buckle. You fall to the floor, knees on either side of your Alpha’s face and hands splayed out on the cement above him. You can feel the burn in your cheeks as you stare into Aomine’s playful dark eyes whilst you straddle his head.

The sudden pain from your bare knees hitting the pavement coupled with the intimate position in public has your scent immediately souring. The nervous chitter that falls from your lips doesn’t even finish before Aomine is in action- springing up and wrapping his muscular arms around you. His right waps around your lower back to shift your body closer to his, his left wrapping under your right arm and over your back to grip your neck in one of the easiest ways to pacify someone. Whilst it does the trick regardless of designation, the action normally brings comfort to a distressed Omega especially if done by an Alpha, and calms an aggressive Alpha, especially if done by an Omega.

Your body slumps down his front, sliding to rest on his lower abdomen. If Aomine finds the position uncomfortable he doesn’t make it known, too busy purring and rubbing his hands over your body to calm you. Your Alpha guides your head to nestle into his neck, your nose right by his scent gland. You take big inhalations of his woody scent, allowing it to soothe you. A giggle bursts out of you at the ticklish feeling of Aomine nuzzling his nose into your own scent gland by your neck. The dark skinned male skims his nose up your jaw and over the apples of your cheeks. Aomine rubs his nose against yours, his deep purr continuing to resonate in his chest.

“‘M okay, Alpha,” you whisper. Aomine clutches you tighter to him. Your eyes close as you rest your forehead against Aomine’s and bask in the peace of the moment, the male’s purr not once stopping the entire time. The Alpha doesn’t rush you, letting you slowly recover. Eventually, you pull away from him, as much as the anxious Alpha would let you. A distressed Omega messes up an Alpha but an Omega distressed because of their alpha can really fuck them up. Aomine embracing you was as much for you as for him.

“I’m sorry, Omega. Truly,” Aomine murmurs his apology, lips brushing against yours. Unconsciously, you bring up your hands to cup his face. The usually brash male tilts his head and rests it against your palm.

“It’s fine, Daiki.”

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll go to the practice match today,” Aomine declares. You giggle again, amused and touched at the way Aomine demonstrated his love.

“You don’t have to. I’m fine now! And like I said the team isn’t that strong. You’ll probably be benched so won’t have any opportunity for team building.”

“Don’t care, gonna go. Wanna be a good mate for you,” Aomine says, dropping a quick kiss onto your lips. The discussion is brought to an abrupt end by Daiki gripping your hips and standing up, pinning your waist to his front. You yelp at the sudden movement, legs tightening their hold around his waist. Still, you trust that your strong Alpha won’t drop you.

Aomine walks over to the ladder with you in his arms. You recognise the look of contemplation on his face to mean he’s trying to figure out a way to get down the ladder with you still in his arms. You wiggle out of his hold knowing it’ll only end in a disaster. Patiently, you wait as Aomine quickly scales down the ladder, jumping the last few rungs. The blue-haired male sends you a thumbs up to let you know you can come down. Your eyes roll at his protective behaviour but humour him and slowly descend the ladder knowing your Alpha is at the bottom with his arms open, ready to catch you if you fall. It’s an action that brings more comfort to him than you.

“Aomine,” you lightly growl when you feel his hand on your buttcheek.

“What, I’m helping you down,” the Alpha replies. You huff but don’t argue with him. Once you’re safely down, you turn to face the door and walk towards it, Aomine bringing up the rear. As you begin the walk to court, you pull your phone out of your pocket with the intention to text Momoi to inform her that you had persuaded Aomine to come to practice. Once the text is sent, you check the time. The date pops up next to it and you let out a soft curse. Instantly, Aomine responds with his own curious trill, deeper than your earlier one. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong but you can detect the small changes in his scent as he determines what could have caused your sudden curse and if you’re in danger.

“It’s only a few more days ‘till your rut,” you inform him. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Already booked the week off for us both, ‘Mega.” Your cheeks heat up his remark. If you turn back to stare at him, you know he’ll have a lecherous grin tugging at his lips.

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Coach Harasawa takes one look at Aomine and puts him on the court as a starter. You frown in confusion, it’s not often that the older alpha lets Aomine play from the get-go during practise games especially against schools as weak as Johzenji. The first half an hour after getting to the court is hectic for you as the basketball team’s manager. You spend the time zipping around, filling water bottles; giving forehead kisses to Aomine every time he gets a bit angsty when you leave his side for too long; greeting the opposition team and helping them settle in.

After making sure they know where everything is, you leave them to warm up and scuttle back to the Tōō team. You’re not expecting Aomine’s arms to wrap around you and pull you back into his chest, the male propping his chin on your head. There’s a bitter tinge to his scent and when you peer up you find him glaring at the Johzenji team. Trying to calm him, you bring a hand up to rub his forearm.

“Mine,” Aomine growls into the side of your neck, continuing to glare at the opposition team. You’re slightly worried that he is about to do something drastic, lick a strip up your bare neck or even bite around your scent glands. Thankfully, the Alpha respects your boundaries and just takes a deep breath of your scent. Harasawa calls for Aomine to line up, the younger Alpha reluctantly pulling away from you and stalking to the court.

It’s a few minutes into the game when you finally get the opportunity to ask Momoi why coach had put Aomine in the play immediately.

“Ah, he said something like Aomine was too agitated. Needed to play it off,” Momoi tells you distractedly, pink eyes following the players and scribbling anything of note down. You nod and leave her be; although on paper she is a manager, Momoi’s real job is analytics- watching the males play and collecting data on their moves. A practise match is the perfect opportunity to gather more information on both her team and opposition teams. As the actual manager, you are needed more before and after games not during.

Your eyes glance to the side to make sure all the water bottles are filled and in easy access for the basketballers. With that checked, you steel yourself for ten minutes without anything to do but watch the game. Since it’s a home match, the entire Tōō team is present. As such, the bench is full and you are forced to walk to the opposition’s bench to sit on.

Sliding onto the end, you smile at the male next to you and turn in time to watch your mate slam the ball into the basket. A smile lights up your face and you clap.

“Friends with number 5?” The male next to you asks. You falter as you debate whether to answer fully.

“Something like that,” you tell him. Turning back to watch the game, you hope you’ve put an end to the conversation.

“Just friends, huh,” he speaks again. You turn your head but keep your eyes on the game, sending a tight-lipped smile in his direction and hoping he gets the message.

“My name is Sakazuki Enji.” You stop watching the game and finally give the guy your full attention. The male has spikey black hair and stunningly turquoise eyes. Your eyes dip down his red shirt, an orange flower pattern decorating the top half. You can tell he is an Alpha, his citrus scent rolling off of him. Citrus had never been a scent you particularly liked. “What’s your name?” Forgetting stranger danger, you tell the male your name. “Huh, I was right, pretty name for a pretty ‘Mega.”

It’s impossible to stop the way your upper lip curls in slight disgust at Enji’s comment. Normally the shortened version of your designation makes your tummy flip over in a pleasant way, however, you suspect most of the reason for said tummy flipping is due to Aomine. The way he purs out the word, how most of the time ‘Mega’ comes after a possessive ‘my’ that has butterflies swarming.

“Y’know, if it weren’t for my ankle, I’d be out there playing. Beating number five,” Enji drawls out, gesturing to the bandage on his ankle. You snort at his statement. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry, but there’s no way you’d beat Aomine,” you inform him. Realising how that may be taken, you hastily add, “no offence. It’s just, Aomine is the ace for a reason.”

“I got picked for ace, babe-” you frown at the nickname but he doesn’t give you any time to argue- “but turned it down. With the extra time, I get to flirt with pretty ‘Megas like you.”

Looking back at the court, you see Aomine standing still in the centre. The dark haired male is staring intently at you, eyes narrowed at the Alpha next to you. From his body language, you know his woody scent is beginning to sour, the edges tinging with a smokey bite that always makes the people around him cough. Sensing the aura of an angry, and very strong, Alpha, Enji does freeze and stops talking to you. You send a smile at your mate hoping to calm him down a little.

Sakurai passes the ball to Aomine from behind, unaware of the staredown Aomine is currently in. In an impressive display of his basketball instincts, Aomine sticks his hand out to the side and catches it with one hand, not once dropping his gaze from you. The Alpha remains rooted in his spot, lazily bouncing the ball whilst glaring at the male sat next to you.

“Aomine, score, now!” The captain, Wakamatsu, yells out. The command from the older Alpha has the ace finally moving, dribbling past three defenders to slamdunk the ball. The Johzenji players hastily run to position themselves for the throw, the Tōō team also following them. Yet Aomine walks back to his position, levelling a scowl at the male to your right.

“Jeez, what’s his problem?” Enji grumbles. You don’t respond to him, crossing your arms and legs to try and tell him through your body that you were done talking. He doesn’t get the memo and continues talking to you. You grin and bear with it, wanting to be a good mate for Aomine and support him.

Aomine snaps half a minute before the end of the first quarter.

Enji makes the mistake of placing his hand on the bare skin peeking from under your skirt. You freeze, the sudden burst of fear barely having time to bitter your scent into that of a scared Omega before Aomine is by your side, a blur in the corner of your eye announcing your Alpha’s presence.

The angry male grabs the material of Enji’s shirt and pulls him up. Enji yelps and kicks his feet helplessly, Aomine’s sheer strength lifting him inches off the ground. You jump up to calm your mate but you notice his eyes; his usually blue pupils are red, telling everyone that he has unleashed his inner Alpha.

“Put your hand on an Omega without their consent again and I will break both your arms,” Aomine growls. His violent threat plus the anger pouring off of him in waves sets off a chain reaction; the other Omegas, sensing an angry Alpha, become frightened and quiver on the court, their scents turning acrid. The pungent smells of several distressed Omegas has the Alphas around them instinctively moving to comfort them, the sounds of coos and an occasional purr replacing the previous squeaking of shoes. Glancing around, you see a weak-looking Sakurai, Wakamatsu’s wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him steady. Momoi, more used to her childhood friend, looks pale and her eyes are wide open.

“Alpha, I’m fine.” You place your hand over Aomine’s right forearm. Your Alpha doesn’t seem to acknowledge you, glaring at the Alpha fearful in his grip. Enji stutters out apologies which only makes Aomine angrier.

“Don’t apologise to me, apologise to my Omega.” Aomine shakes the male, Enji turning to face you and stutter out apologies.

“That’s enough, Daiki,” you soothe, concentrating on producing the floral scent that always calms your mate. You can see it working, the hard look on Aomine’s face slowly fading. Aomine’s own woody scent flares in response to yours and it is then that you realise your Alpha had gone into an early rut, pushed into it either by the rooftop event or you being threatened just now.

Aomine drops Enji who topples over the bench in his haste to scramble away. The taller Alpha silently turns his head to take you in. His irises are back to blue but you can make out a red tinge along the outline. Methodically, Aomine runs his eyes over you, surveying the state of your body. You stay still and let him, ready to do whatever it takes to calm his inner Alpha. Eventually, Aomine finishes his assessment of you and deems you okay. The male takes a step forward to you, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, thumb absently rubbing circles into the skin. His eyes look over your head to the coach.

“‘M taking my Omega to the rut rooms,” Aomine growls out, pivoting on his heel and pulling you along with him in the direction of the rooms.

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Your back hits the door a millisecond after it shuts. Aomine fumbles one-handed with the lock on the side of the door, his other arm bracketing your head. Impatiently, you curve one arm around his neck to pull him down into a kiss whilst your other hand trails down Aomine's front, fingernails tracing the edges of his abs. Aomine grunts and attempts to type in the code that will keep the door closed until the two of you are stable enough to move Aomine somewhere else. The Alpha pulls back from your kiss to look at the number pad, one long finger pressing the numbers that made up your birthdate and his jersey number. The nurse on the other side of the door had asked for a ten-digit code to be used both as a way to lock the two of you in during Aomine's rut (standard procedure) and also to provide a measure of Aomine sentience when you finally think he is moveable.

"Alphaaa," you whine, hands grabbing the material of his shirt to pull him back into another kiss.

"Gimme... gimme one fucking second, 'Mega. Then I'll fuck a knot into you," Aomine grumbles the promise against your lips. You let out a needy moan, Aomine's scent was rolling off of him in thick waves. The smell of a potent, and in rut, Alpha makes your head spin and your pants very wet. It takes a few moments for Aomine to punch the numbers in, the digits having a great deal of significance for him

When the door is fully locked, Aomine pulls back and stares down at you. You shudder, feeling like prey in front of a predator, a spark shooting down from your mid-belly down to your clit at the thought. You can feel yourself gush, whole body tingling with anticipation.

"Pretty, little 'Mega," Aomine coos down at you. The praise has you keening. Your Alpha brings his right arm to mirror his left, trapping you in between his body and the hard door. Being caged-in sends electricity shooting up your spine and your eyes roll up at the sensation of having nowhere to go, cornered in the arms of your Alpha. Aomine laughs at your reaction, head coming down to nose at your neck.

"Actin' like you're in heat, 'Mega," Aomine teases, running one finger down from the apple of your cheek to the neck of your white shirt. He frowns, pulling the fabric down as far as it can go just to get a glimpse of your soft skin.

"Your scent does this to me. You do this to me," you breathlessly declare rolling your hips to grind against his. Aomine's eyes flash, one large hand dropping to grip your waist and stop your pleasurable movements.

Your words affect the male, a deep growl reverberating in his chest. Losing the fight against his rut, Aomine grips your school shirt in both hands and rips it open. The clatter of buttons adds to the noise of your loud protest. Before you can scold your Alpha, Aomine claims your lips in an aggressive kiss. The large male cups the back of your neck with one hand, angling your head so he can deepen the kiss. Aomine's other hand clutches your waist, pulling you off of the door and holding you tightly to his front. The lack of space between your bodies seems to pacify him for the moment.

Aomine's tongue flicks across your bottom lip and you part your lips to let him in. The Alpha's tongue dips into your mouth, easily dominating the kiss. You whine, one weak hand snaking up to grab onto his blue hair to ground yourself whilst the other remains curled along his wide shoulders as Aomine kisses all thoughts away. The kiss is passionate and needy and leaves you breathless. Aomine doesn't seem to be too affected, dipping down to pepper kisses from your lips down to the side of your neck. He wastes no time sucking hickeys into the skin of your neck, littering a few love bites in between the purple bruises. The marks are a possessive display of ownership - you are his. Normally, you would be a bit more pissed at how blatant the marks are, more than makeup and high collars can hide, but Alphas in rut marking their Omegas is as known as the sky is blue. And with the other Alpha earlier, you can understand why Aomine is leaving so many marks.

Watching you pant for breath, chest rising and falling rapidly whilst your tattered shirt flutters around your ribcage has something primal in Aomine roaring. His large hands grab both of yours and pins them to the door above your hear. You moan at the restriction and Aomine purs in response. Your Alpha crowds back into your space, teeth scraping where your neck meets your jawline. It has a whimper falling from your swollen lips and your hips buck, the skin of your navel brushing against the large bulge in Aomine's baggy shorts. The Alpha shudders at the action, pleasure zipping down his spine and purrs at the sudden pleasure. He hooks a foot around the inside of your left ankle to push it to the side.

Once there is enough space, the male places his muscular thigh in between your legs. Aomine clamps the hand not pinning your wrists to the door around your right hip and guides your body down to brush your centre against his thigh, fireworks exploding across your closed eyelids. Aomine encourages you to grind on his thigh, head lowering again to lick a stripe across your scent gland where your mate bite would be. The pleasure has you keening, eyes rolling back into your head and hips bucking up.

"Aomine!" You wail. You have enough coherence to rip a hand out of his hold and grab the hair at the back of his head to pull his face from your neck, preventing him from accidentally claiming you in his rut-induced stupor. You want to be his, have had conversations about claiming each other but you both had agreed to wait a few more years.

"One day," Aomine growls a promise. He peers down at you from where you still have his head pulled away from you. Black pupils are blown wide with the lust he has for you, appearance similar to a hungry panther. You bite your bottom lip at the look he is giving you, Aomine's eyes dipping down to gaze at your lip trapped between your teeth. The reprieve is broken a second later, the two of you surging forward for a messy kiss. Aomine drops his hands to clutch at your hips, strong arms picking you up with ease without breaking the kiss. Aomine strides to the bed and drops you onto it, eyes flitting down to watch your breasts jiggle in your bra. The blue haired male hops onto the bed, holding himself above your body with one arm whilst the other trails up your front to brush against the lace of your bra.

The image of Aomine with buttons and a threaded needle, hunched over trying to mend the shirt he had ripped flits through your mind. You know once his rut is over he will be mending your shirt- as your Alpha, he is always trying to provide for you. A good Alpha buys their Omega clothes. A great Alpha mends their Omega's clothes, especially if they were the ones who tore it in the first place. Still, previous heats and ruts had taught you that Aomine isn't the greatest of sewers so you arch your upper body up off the bed to reach behind your back and unclip your bra. A purr of delight rumbles through the male's chest at the sight of your freed boobs.

Aomine dips down and wraps his lips around one bud, his right hand cupping your other breast, thumb bushing over the brown peak whilst his tongue laves attention to the nipple in his mouth. Popping your wet nipple from his lips, Aomine kisses the fat of your breast, manoeuvring himself so he can free his other hand. He squeezes your breast with his free hand, teeth scraping against your soft skin whilst his other hand pinches your bud. You moan under Aomine's hands, the boob-obsessed male laying bite marks around your chest whilst his fingers roll your stiff nipples. Once the Alpha is satisfied with the purple marks on your chest, he moves his attention to your skirt. A few rough tugs and it's off your body and thrown carelessly onto the floor. Your black lace pants receive the same treatment, though Aomine pauses before throwing them on the floor to take a deep inhale of your scent.

"Alphaaa." You pout up at Aomine. Even though he is in rut, you are desperately horny and empty. When you tell Aomine, a feral growl falls from his lips.

"Gonna fill you up 'n knot you. Don't you worry, 'Mega. Gonna knot you… keep you plugged with my cum. Fuck you over and over, ‘till you’re squirting on my dick," Aomine assures you. He trails a large hand down your front and, in a moment of clarity, marvels at the contrast of his hard, calloused fingers against your soft, golden skin. You shiver at the ticklish feeling, a giggle escaping your lips. Aomine looks back up, the look of adoration on his face taking your breath away. A second later and he's pulled even deeper into his rut.

"So wet for me… Dipping right down your thighs," Aomine growls deep, fingers scooping up the slick sticking to your inner thighs. He brings his hand back up to admire how your wetness clings to his fingers, translucent strands connecting his digits when he spreads them. Even though you're not in heat, your Alpha's pheromones have caused you to produce slick. It has Aomine's head spinning and boxers tightening even more.

The Alpha pushes two fingers into you. You're so wet that he's met with no resistance. Aomine crocks his fingers in just the right way that has your legs kicking up as pleasure scorches through your veins. Aomine pumps his fingers in and out. His rut makes him too impatient to draw out the prep stage any more than it has to be. A third finger is added and his thumb draws a figure of eight on your clit. You whimper, a hand coming up to clutch at the fabric of his shirt as the pleasure has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your teeth bite down onto your lip, eyes clamped shut as you feel yourself get close to cumming. Aomine's fingers are big just like the rest of him, stretching you out in ways your own fingers will never achieve. Aomine, upon seeing your attempt to silence your loud moans, snarls and bites the meat of your inner left thigh. You squeal and jerk, Aomine's other hand easily pinning you back down.

"Don't hide anything from me," your Alpha instructs. You nod and release your lip. Aomine smirks and rewards you with another finger. Your hips buck off of the bed you’re laying on. A snarl leaves Aomine at the way you move; his inner Alpha wants to pin you down and make you take it. Which is exactly what he does. One strong arm wraps around your navel to pin you back down. Under the weight of his arm, there is nowhere to escape from the pleasure Aomine is forcing onto your body.

You squeal as you are flipped over, Aomine's restraint completely gone now that he knows you're sufficiently stretched out. Your Alpha grabs your hip with one hand and presses his other into the centre of your back to arch your spine and manipulate your body into presenting. Your impatience butt wiggle is rewarded with a slap to your ass as Aomine reaches over your body to snatch a condom from the bedside table. He rolls it over his dick, giving his length a few pumps with his hand. Already his knot is beginning to swell. Aomine grabs your hips and slides in.

"Good, 'Mega. Gonna knot you. Gonna fill you to the brim." The words fall from Aomine's mouth without him consciously being aware of it. All he knows is the burning need to knot you. Your mouth opens as he slowly sinks into your heat, no noise escaping. Your lids flutter, things shaking as you feel the way his cock stretches out your walls. When fully in Aomine stops and shallowly rolls his hips in an attempt to distract himself as you get used to the feeling. Between the prep he had given you and the copious amounts of slick you had produced, you don’t need much time before you’re pushing back and fucking yourself on his dick.

Both hands grip your hips, tight enough you know there will be handprints in the days to come. It makes your cunt clench, the Alpha rutting into you snarling as he feels your walls tighten around his dick. Even though he is the one in rut, the need to breed you pent up inside him, you are the one who’s teetering on the edge of orgasm. You keen at the surging pleasure and let your face fall into the pillow, your arms too weak to support you. The lowered position allows Aomine to plunge even deeper into you. The mushroom head of his cock brushes up against your g-spot, giving you a firework display behind closed eyes. Aomine’s hips smack into yours, balls hitting your clit with every thrust, the wet sounds of skin slapping echoing around the sterile room.

“Fuck…. Alphaaaaa,” you cry out, eyes crossing and mouth opening in an obscenely hot manner. You’re too fucked out to get any words out, unable to tell Aomine that the feeling of his knot rubbing your pussy lips has you so fucking close to cumming. Your Alpha understands though, one hand sliding around your hip and through black curls to rub your clit. The added simulation shoves you over the edge and you orgasm with a loud scream.

You let out a weak moan as Aomine continues fucking into you, his hips losing their rhythm. Your thighs are shaking from the pleasurable high you had just experienced, but the Alpha male behind you doesn’t seem to care, hellbent on his release. A few more thrusts and the blue-haired male lets out an animalistic roar as he cums into the condom. The base of his dick swelling, your mate thrusts one final time managing to pop his knot into your tight hole. You bite back a displeased whine, sad at not being able to feel his hot cum spurt into your cervix ((((()))))) - you had only forgone the condom a handful of times but the way he had filled you up, the photos he had taken of his seed dripping out of your hole and how he had scooped it back leading to another session had instantly made you addicted to the feeling.

The pressure of his two hands gripping your waist slowly recedes as Aomine eases off of his high. His chest presses against your back, nose making its way to the side of your neck and pressing light kisses wherever his lips could reach. As much as you like having your man lay on top of you, you’re not a massive fan of the sensation of sweat cooling on your body. Always in tune with your needs, Aomine’s arms circle your waist and rolls you both onto your sides. He wiggles impossibly closer, strong body spooning yours. You begin to purr, left arm bending over your ribs to gently stroke any part of Aomine, aiding him in the comedown from an intense rut session. A deeper purr joins yours a few seconds later, Aomine nuzzling into your neck.

“Need anything, energy bar? Water?” He murmurs into your ear. You shake your head, more than content to spend the forty minutes it would take for his knot to go down dozing in his arms.

“Hope you’re prepared, I’m gonna knot so many times, my ‘Mega.”

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They Couldn’t Wait | Oikawa x Reader X Iwaizumi

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+

Genre: Poly Relationship

Word Count: 4.K

Warnings: 18+ Content MDNI, afab!reader, mostly gn!reader though ‘domme’ is used to refer to reader twice, mixed!reader, poly relationship, Dom!Iwa, Switch!Oikawa, Sub!Reader, Top!Iwa, Bottom!Oikawa, Bottomish!Reader, F x M x M, light BDSM, Anal sex (male receiving), come eating, oral sex (female receiving) handjob, praise kink (male receiving), size kink, vaginal fingering, creampie (male and female receiving), riding, poly, cunnilingus, nipple play (female receiving), scratching (males receiving), hair pulling (male receiving)

You walk into your shared apartment, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at finally being home. Your lectures had been long and work had been tiring. All you want is to watch a, preferably Disney, film; snuggle with your boyfriends and have some food. Speaking of boyfriends, you scan the small flat you three rented, hand on the wall to keep balance as you toe off your shoes. You don't see either Iwaizumi or Oikawa and you pout a little. Once your shoes are neatly on the shoe rack, you head over to the kitchen to pour a drink but you freeze as you pass the sofa, your ears picking up a faint noise. You abruptly change course and march to your bedroom. The closer you get, the louder the moans become and you have more than a faint idea what's happening behind the closed door. The doorknob is cold as your hand wraps around it, wrist rotating to open the door and peek into the room.

Sure enough, both of your boyfriends are naked on the bed. Oikawa is on his back, both arms above his head, held there by one of Iwaizumi's. The setter's back is arched and his head is tipped back onto the mattress in pleasure, mouth open to let out another moan as Iwaizumi thrusts deep inside of him. You can just about make out the tear tracks along his cheeks. The smaller male is leaning over him his other hand gripping Oikawa's left hip tight. It slides down to cup one of the two muscular thighs that are wrapped around his waist, pulling it higher so he can watch his hard dick disappear into Oikawa's hole.

"Huh, seemed you couldn't wait for me." You alert them to your presence, leaning on the doorframe as you watch Iwaizumi fuck Oikawa. The setter jumps at your voice, head turning so he can speak to you. A high keen falls out of his plump lips instead as the man on top directly hits his prostate. Iwaizumi grins at you and you're fairly certain he had known you were there.

"(N-Name)-chan," Oikawa pants, words slurring as Iwaziumi continues to pound into him. The sight of his blissed-out face is enough to make you bite your lip, your pants beginning to get damp. Your eyes rake over his chest, seeing the multiple love bites and hickeys that your lover had left on him.

"You joining us or not?" Iwaizumi asks, like he isn't also fucking the daylights out of Oikawa. The setter whines as Iwaizumi slows down. The man tuts and rolls his green eyes. "So needy," he tells the male underneath him before his eyes turn to you. You've pushed off the doorframe and are making your way over to the hot males. He smirks, eyes roving up and down your body and tells you in a husky voice, "strip."

You tear your clothes off as quickly as possible, not trying to make it in any way sexy. The small flame of arousal that had been ignited at the sight of them had grown into an overwhelming need to have something in you. Once on the bed, Iwaziumi lets go of Oikawa's arms so he could grip both of his hips instead; you throw a leg over Oikawa's waist so you're straddling him. The setter looks up at you with tears in his gorgeous brown eyes and whimpers at the sight of you. You send him a soft smile and leans down, your hair falling around the two of you in a curtain. You're quick to press a kiss on his lips. They've swollen from him biting them to keep the noises in. Both of your hands slide up his chest to cup his jaw as you kiss him. Oikawa's mouth opens almost immediately and your tongue slips into his mouth. The kiss soon becomes sloppy and you hear Iwaizumi groan from behind you at the sounds of your open-mouthed kiss. He's shallowly thrusting into Oikawa, wanting to partly tease the man and also watch you two make out. It wasn't a well-kept secret he loved watching you two do anything from kiss to fuck.

You pull away, nipping Oikawa's bottom lip and then trail your lips down his neck. The right side has fewer marks on it and you proceed to gently bite the skin, tongue soothing the skin after each one. Your hands softly move down- you smile when you hear Oikawa giggle at the ticklish feeling- your left hand resting on his front so that your fingertips just skim his collarbone whilst the right pinches his nipple. Oikawa bucks into the touch, a low whine coming from his lips. You raise your head from sucking a hickey into the column of his neck and notice that his hands haven't moved from where Iwaizumi must have placed them earlier. Long fingers curl into the mattress cover, the duvet having been kicked down to the bottom of the bed before you arrived.

"You can touch me, Tooru," you whisper. Before the permission completely leaves your lips, his hands snap down to clench into your hips, long fingers digging into the fleshy tops of your buttcheeks. You moan at how large his hands are and over the fact that there will most likely be bruises there tomorrow. You feel Iwaizumi press his chest against your back and you almost groan, loving the feel of his muscles against your golden skin as

Iwaizumi pulls you into an aggressive kiss, his mouth claiming yours easily. All you can do is whine, your right hand reaching out to snag the hair at the back of his head and press him closer to you as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulls off, eyes scanning your neck for a second before his head descends and he places a harsh bite on his chosen spot. He presses a quick kiss on it and then moves to add another mark.

Oikawa writhes under your thighs, wanting one of you to give him something. Iwaizumi hasn't stopped his small thrusts but it is not enough to give him much pleasure nor are your bites and he can feel himself slowly drifting away from the edge that the other male had brought him to. The setter's eyes are glossy, lips open and panting as he bucks up. Your fingers glide down his abs to his waist, your fingernails scratching him a little. Oikawa jerks at the pleasurable pain and you wear a smirk as you watch ten red lines appear on his flesh; your smirk falls though when the male behind you trails his hand up your side to cup your breast. He squeezes it and you let your head fall back onto his broad shoulder, eyes falling closed as he pinches your nipple.

"(N-Name)... Ha-Hajime... Please," Oikawa whines. You turn your head to Iwaizumi, breath hitching as his teeth lightly nip at the area where your neck joins your shoulder.

"What do you think? Should we let him cum?" You ask Iwaizumi, voice dropping into a purr. The man hums into your skin and you would smile at the ticklish sensation but your attention is drawn to Oikawa who is rutting up, the tip of his dick rubbing against the curve of your butt. Your right hand falls from the back of Iwaizumi's head to just above Oikawa's hip to help you balance whilst your left hand drops behind you to take his erection in your hand. Your thumb smears the bead of pre-come that leaks out of his slit and you begin to jerk him off. Oikawa keens at the pleasure but it's cut off when the muscular man behind you wraps his larger hand over yours and stills your movement.

"(Name), please. Please. Just.. gah," Oikawa begs. A small bottle is placed into your hand and you glance over your shoulder to see that it's lube. Your eyes flick to Iwaizumi and he grins encouragingly at you. You shuffle a bit, hushing Oikawa who's lost the ability to speak coherently now, and rise a little. One finger flicks the bottle open and you manage to a bit clumsily drizzle it onto your first three fingers. A huff escapes your mouth as Iwaizumi drops the hand that had been squeezing your breast so that he can hold onto both of Oikawa's hips. It's through your knees, that bracket Oikawa's sides, that you feel Iwaizumi begin to fuck Oikawa again as the body beneath you moves at the force behind each thrust. A lubed finger slides easily into your pussy. You're aroused enough that there's no resistance for the first two fingers but there's a slight burn when you slip the third finger in. Normally it's you in Oikawa's place so your thinner, smaller fingers don't give you the same stretch or pleasure as the two volleyball players manage without fail to give you. You know from experience you need some prep before you take either one's dick and this is especially true now since you haven't had much foreplay but you're too impatient to wait much longer. Oikawa's not the only one who likes his sex with a slice of pain.

Iwaizumi is quick to grab your hip to still you as you raise to kneel, about to sink down on Oikawa and bury him to the hilt in your pussy. Both you and Oikawa groan at him. He glares at you and you shut up. The man lets go and grabs the lube, pouring a generous amount over Oikawa's dick. The man bucks into his fist as Iwaizumi makes sure he is slick enough for you and to reprimand him, the spiker squeezes the base of his cock. It has a grumble tumbling out of the pretty male's lips but he settles down. You discreetly roll your eyes at Iwaizumi's actions, not wanting him to see and punish you; he was always the responsible one during sex. Thankfully he doesn't stop you when you hold Oikawa's cock and guide it into you. Your breath leaves in a drawn-out sigh as you lower yourself until you're resting on Oikawa's lap. His hands squeeze your hips again but he doesn't take control and bounce you up and down on his cock as he'd usually do.

It doesn't take too long before you and Iwaizumi find a pace that works, him thrusting in every time you raise. Judging by the way Oikawa's gasps and mewls increase in frequency, it is a good rhythm. His eyes are half closed like he's not sure if he wants to close them fully and revel in the pleasure he's finally being given or keep them open to watch you pleasure yourself on his cock. To him, you look like a Goddess, each breath coming out in a short pant; your tanned breasts bouncing and sweat dripping down your body. His fingers clutch at your hips and he jerks up, seeking

Placing more weight on your left palm, the fingers of your right hand curl into his hair and push him forcefully into your cunt. The pleased moan he gives sends vibrations along your wet lips and you tug him up by the hair so he concentrates on your clit. His expert tongue soon has you moaning loudly, alternating from rapidly flicking your clit to slowly circling it, all the while the two long fingers in you continue to thrust and curl, massaging your g spot and sending bursts of pleasure through your body. Slightly precariously, you shove your second hand into his hair and try and pull him even closer to you. His mouth encloses your clit and sucks simultaneously sliding a third finger into your cunt. You moan in delight at the stretch and begin to move your hips, feeling yourself beginning to peak. Oikawa renews his efforts at sloppily eating you out. His tongue paired with his fingers are a gift like no other and, with the combined clit and g spot stimulation, you orgasm with a wail.

Oikawa doesn't stop his tongue from flicking your clit and while his fingers remain buried in you, they don't move. Your pelvis spasms at the aftershocks of your orgasm, made even stronger from the small break you had had after Oikawa came. He slurps up all your juices and it's only when the pleasure dips too much into being painful that you finally pull him up from between your thighs. He darts up and places his lips against yours. Your head tilts instinctively as you lick his lips, not caring that his lips are shiny from your fluids. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as your tongue meets with his in his mouth. You pull him closer wanting to taste the combined flavours of you and him. The taste lingers only slightly but it's enough to have you moan.

"Alright, you two." You pull away from Oikawa as Iwaizumi finally make his way back to you. He has at least two, perhaps three, wet clothes in his hand. You're unable to reach out and grab one as Oikawa takes that time to bury his face into your chest. Automatically you wrap your arms around his head, dragging your nails along his scalp and coo down at him. His arms loop around your waist, back arched in order to lay on his legs with his face in your chest. To save him from the back pain he will undoubtedly have if he continued to stay in that position, you roll over, managing to take him with you. Once on your sides, he snuggles into you more, moving down a little so he can press his head against your stomach. Whenever he comes down from subspace, Oikawa preferred the softness of a female over the hard body of Iwaizumi. Your hands never stop carding through his hair as you try your hardest to comfort him and make him feel safe. Iwaizumi kneels on the bed and begins to clean Oikawa. He looks up at you but you shake your head, not wanting Oikawa to feel trapped if Iwaizumi decided to lean over him to clean you.

You stay like that for a while, Iwaizumi sitting behind Oikawa whilst he curls up to you. You know when he begins to resurface as he flops back up to rest his head on your chest. His eyes stay close as he peacefully breathes. It's when his fingers begin to trail up and down your back, getting dangerously close to the beginning of your butt, that you know he's out of his submissive headspace. You pull back but his arms lock, preventing you from leaving. You sigh and give up, looking up to Iwaizumi instead.

"So, what happened to him?" You ask, a curl of anger clinging to your voice. You can be extremely protective of Oikawa, especially when he goes into his subspace as it is when he feels the most vulnerable. Having dated the male for such a long time, you know he tends to fall into the need to be absolutely wrecked when he begins to doubt his skills. It normally happens when someone insults him and his insecurities boil over. It's something that you try your hardest not to happen. You love Oikawa and don't want him to feel insecure at all.

"Nothing," Iwaizumi tells you fondly, look down at Oikawa with a rare smile. "He just needed to let off some pent-up steam."

"You'd make a good domme, (Name)-chan," Oikawa tells you, looking up from where his head rested. You pull a face at that, which has both males laughing.

"I'd rather walk a mile on lego than be a domme," you confess. The only reason you had been able to do what you had done with Oikawa was because you had known what he would have wanted, having often been in his place. Oikawa chuckles, burying his face into your breast as a yawn overtakes him. Iwaizumi takes it as a sign that he's finished coming down and crawls so he can drape his body along Oikawa's. The brunet whines as his childhood friend pulls him up the bed with his strong arms (it has both of you swooning) so he no longer has his head in your chest. You wiggle closer to the two, arm draping across Oikawa's side to rest on Iwazumi's side.

"Y'know, we should shower first," Oikawa te

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NSFW Sk8 Infinity Character Requests MDNI

Yes, with any kink:

✧ Adam/Ainosuke Shindo (kinky motherfuka)

✧ Cherry/Kaoru Sakurayashiki (massive tease, shibari)

✧ Joe/Kojiro Nanjo (size, strength, muscle kink)

Depends on the ask + dynamics: 

✮ Langa Hasegawa (soft dom, praise, lets you walk over him most times, fingering, photos, doggy, hair pulling, punishes you when you go too far, nipple play & clamps)

✮ Reki Kyan (soft dom, sex in his workshop, messy sex, puppy play but in an adoration way, adores you, spoils you, can’t discipline you at all, so soft, coos, collars, cockwarming) 

    I can’t really see him anything more than vanilla 

✮ Tadashi Kikuchi (mostly soft but takes his stress and anger out on you, puppy play but also him as a bigger dog and taking advantage of you? Like uses his size to pin you down and fuck you, primal  degradation, humiliation, piss play, shoe humping, you crawling, cages, collars, NWCM, 

No:

No: Miya, Shadow

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can you write alpha kagami taiga x omega fem reader? reader went in heat? thanks!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Kagami, Omega!Reader)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ Content, afab!reader, omega!reader, smut, heat sex, soft sex, knotting, minor manhandling, slight thigh riding, nipple play, praise, slight possessiveness, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, spanking, some dirty talk.

You woke to a soft fire burning through your body. It took a few kicks to throw off the blanket but eventually you managed to sit up and free yourself from the fabric. Sluggishly, you rolled to the edge of the mattress to pick up a water bottle and greedily drank down the cool water. As you gulped down the liquid, your other hand fished out your phone. The blue flashing light alerted you to the fact that you had a new message.

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:36

About to start next period xx Sorry if this wakes ypu

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:36

*you

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:36

How are you feeling?

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:37

Has your heat started? Tell me the moment it happens so I can come home to you!!

To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)

From: (Nickname)

Time: 12:37

I just woke up. Feeling a bit hot rn

To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)

From: (Nickname)

Time: 12:38

I'm fine though Alpha. heat's not starting just yet dw

To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)

From: (Nickname)

Time: 12:38

You focus on your classes, I'll be fine for the next few hours (=^-ω-^=)

You stared at your phone for a few more moments in case Kagami texted you back. When there was no new message, you looked up and surveyed the room. Your first heat with Kagami had been in the comfort of your house but interacting with your family after a few days of being Mated had been so embarrassing that you had spent the subsequent heats at Kagami's since he lived alone. His single bed had been an issue at first until Kagami had the idea of removing the mattress from the bed frame and placing it on the floor so neither of you would accidentally fall off the bed during Mating.

Your Alpha had woken up at 6:30 to get ready for school. As you were about to go into heat, you had decided against going to school today or yesterday. The tall Alpha had carried you from the bed to the sofa, cooked breakfast for you whilst you had snoozed on the couch and had placed the mattress onto his bedroom's floor for you to make a Nest on after he had left for school. Your inner Omega had made her distress over the separation of her Mate abundantly known but it was for the best that Kagami went to school. He could get the notes from the classes you would miss. Riko would also have both of your necks if Kagami's grades slipped any further.

Stepping out of your Nest, you paused long enough to pull your shorts off in an effort to cool down. You made your way to the kitchen, tugging the neckline of the shirt you were wearing up to your nose to inhale the scent of your Mate. Kagami's old jersey was so big it hung loosely on your frame. The cool gust of air from the fridge was a welcomed relief and you stood for a few seconds in front of the open fridge just letting it cool down your flushed body. Opening your eyes, you scanned the food on the shelves. A bento was placed on one of the lower shelves, your Alpha making sure it wasn't too high that you wouldn't be able to grab it. You smiled at his consideration and took the food out. Impatiently, you plucked out a tomato as you crossed the kitchen to grab chopsticks.

The food didn't take long to be consumed, your body gradually moving out of Preheat and into Heat. A Preheat was a period of time that lasted anywhere between five and fourteen days and allowed an Omega's body to prepare for their Heat. In that time, the Omega tended to build their Nests and eat more to stock up their energy reserves for the upcoming calorie-demanding Heat. It almost felt like Kagami had been in the kitchen for the seven days of your Preheat, cooking whatever food you had mentioned, even in passing. You placed the container and chopsticks into the sink, turning on the tap to wash them. Once they are placed on the side to dry, you turned the cold tap on and let the water run down your forearms to cool down a bit more. This was probably the worst part of a Heat, the transition into one was marked with feelings of being impossibly hot and clammy yet still being coherent and not aroused enough to only think about Mating. Knowing that there was little to do to combat the internal heat, you turned the tap off and moved to where Kagami kept his snacks and pulled out a bag of crisps. Knowing that your Alpha wanted you to eat as healthily as possible you stopped on your way out of the kitchen to grab a banana.

You glanced at the black TV screen, contemplating about sitting on the sofa and watching some old replays to pass the time until your Alpha came home. A glance at the furniture reminded you that you had grabbed the cushions earlier when you had built your Nest and had put them around the edge of the mattress to make your Nest a bit larger; something necessary when your Alpha was as large as Kagami. You contemplated whether it would still be comfortable to sit on the covered springs or on the armrests but eventually decided against it- whilst your scent wasn't rolling off of you just yet, it would still cling to the fabric for weeks and drive Kagami crazy.

Back in your Nest, you chirped in happiness when you saw your phone had a new message. Your Alpha had sent you a message informing you of the bento you had already eaten as well as advising you to stay hydrated and nourished. Purring at how attentive and caring your Alpha was, you sent a quick reply that you had eaten the bento and was drinking healthily. Tossing your phone to the edge of your Nest, you snuggled down in the fabrics, planning to take a nap. Preheat often made you feel sleepy and saving your energy for your actual Heat was always a good idea. When you pulled a blanket to cover just your legs, Kagami's scent wafted over to your keen nose. You smiled at the relaxing smell and closed your eyes.

When you awoke for the second time, you realised two things. One, you felt like there was an inferno raging in your body. And two, your Alpha was gently shaking you awake.

"Wake up, 'Mega, I think your Heat's started," Kagami spoke softly, his hand tracing down your cheek. A purr vibrated through your chest at the sight of him leaning over you. Without thinking, you reached your hand out to grasp the chain hanging from your mate's neck and used it to tug his face down to yours.

The first kiss was gentle, a light pressure on your lips as Kagami tried to convey the love he felt for you. The two of you separated for a few seconds before surging back, this time with greater intensity. Kagami's tongue swiped over your lips and you parted them, letting his tongue in. Kagami's tongue danced with yours before retreating back, his teeth softly grazing your lips as he pulled back.

"Alpha," you weakly moaned, thrusting your hips up. The male understood your non-verbal plea, moving quickly to grab your hips and pull them so your wet pussy was resting on his thick thigh. The small burst of pleasure from being both manhandled and having your clothed covered clit brushed against had keens and whines falling out of your swollen lips.

"Fuck, you look so good in my jersey," Kagami muttered, large hands roaming up your stomach and moving the shirt up to rest above your breasts. A throaty groan left him when he saw your braless chest. His thumb skimmed against one nipple, the stimulation enough to pebble it. Long fingers pinched your brown nipple before squeezing the flesh of your boob. Kagami leant down and kissed you, the need to be within you causing his kiss to become sloppy. Your head fell back from the simple pleasure from Kagami squeezing your left boob plus the tingles of heat that were firing from your core. In your desperation, you had begun to grind your soaked vagina against the meat of your Alpha's thigh. With your head titled back, Kagami took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kiss from your lips to your neck, sucking on the skin long enough to cause purple flowers to bloom on your tanned skin. Wanting to really hear you, the Alpha scrapped his teeth over your Scent Gland where most Mating Marks were placed. The feeling had you moaning loudly.

"Off," you weakly tugged on the shirt that was hanging on his chest. Kagami scrambled to tear it off his frame, fingers fighting the buttons on his shirt. Once it was off, Kagami bent his arm to throw it somewhere else but aborted the action halfway. Instead, the Alpha offered the material to you. With a chirp, you took the material and buried your face into it, moaning as you were suddenly surrounded by his scent. Subdued for a few moments, Kagami took that time to rip off his white undershirt and pull his belt off.

"Alpha," you moaned, hips bucking up to rub your core against his thigh. The pleasure that coursed through you from the action had your eyes rolling back and thighs shaking.

"That's right, 'Mega, use me," Kagami muttered, large hands wrapping around your hips to pull you further down onto his thigh. The increase in friction against your clit had slick gushing out of your hole, your underwear completely destroyed. With Kagami's encouragement, you began to ride his thigh. Your low moans were the only things louder than the wet noises coming from where the two of you met. When Kagami squeezed your hips hard you had to stop your movements, your arousal so great you felt it would burn you.

"Such a pretty Omega," Kagami praised, looking down at you. You were such a beautiful sight, your hair a dark halo around your head. As much as Kagami loved seeing you in his clothes, his inner Alpha growling in pleasure at the blatant display of ownership- who owned who, Kagami couldn't even answer- the Alpha grabbed the edges of his jersey and pulled it over your neck. Knowing you would probably want it once Knotted, Kagami placed it to one side.

"I'm here, don't worry, I'm here," Kagami whispered, leaning over you. His hands roamed up your skin, spending a few minutes squeezing your breasts as he moved his thigh in time with your hips, and grabbed your hands that had twisted into his hair. With a growl, he pinned them to the mattress above your head.

"Keep them there, 'Mega," Kagami growled, your thighs clamping hard around his own at the sound. You let out a purr of obedience but Kagami squeezed your wrists one last time to make sure you got the message. Hands now free, Kagami ran them down the sides of your body before grabbing your pants and ripping them off. Your yip went unanswered as Kagami's hands grabbed your butt and pulled you up so he could feast on your pussy.

"Alphaaa," you moaned, grabbing the sheet to stop your hands from moving to your mate's head. Kagami licked one broad stripe up your vagina. He pressed a kiss against your clit hood, tongue dipping down to draw figures of eight on your clit. You couldn't help but press your hips further into his face, Kagami's hands squeezing your cheeks in encouragement. Moans poured out of the male's mouth as he sloppily ate you out. Your Alpha had made it clear early on that going down on you was almost as pleasurable to him as it was to you and would take an opportunity to pleasure you orally. Once the Alpha was sure that there would be a handprint on your left buttcheek, he moved his hand closer to your core. A finger slid through your folds, testing how wet you were. Even if you weren't in heat, under his tongue you would have still been soaked.

The pleasure that came from one of Kagami's fingers was enough for you to reach down and clench your fist into his hair. The Alpha chuckled at your impatience but didn't reprimand you for not listening to him. A second finger slipped in with the first one, curling in a come hither motion to rub against your g-spot. The added stimulation paired with the constant circling of his tongue on your clit was enough to send you over the edge. Your thighs clamped around his head, your legs trembling as your finish coursed through your entire body.

"Come back to me yet?" Kagami asked, popping his head up from where your thighs met. You could only hum in lieu of a reply; whilst it had taken the edge off of your heat, it had also taken some of your energy away. Your Alpha didn't wait for a reply, pressing kisses along your neck and clavicle, sucking areas of skin to add to the marks he had already created. When you felt ready you raked your fingernails down his broad back, the male bucking into your body at the pleasurable pain. Placing one last bite at the swell of your breast, Kagami pushed himself onto his hands and knees, freeing up one of his hands to gently guide you to Present. Your purr was loud once you were on your hands and knees under him, the Alpha behind you letting out his own chuff at how protected you felt under his large frame.

Feeling your heat's pull once more, you wiggled your butt at your Alpha to get him to move along. You were met with a spank that had your back arching.

"Patience," Kagami growled, eying how your cheek jiggled from the action. A part of him wanted to continue hitting you just to see the delectable sight but he could sense how your heat was beginning to become unbearable again. Grabbing the base of his dick, Kagami hissed at how sensitive he was. Unable to resist, the male pumped his shaft a few times but had to stop in fear of coming and knotting his hand. Shuffling closer to you so the backs of your thighs brushed against the front of his, he slowly pushed into your heat. Once fully in, Kagami had to stop and grab a hold of your hips, squeezing the flesh to prevent himself from coming. The feeling of your warm walls squeezing his cock was overwhelming.

"Alphaaaa," you whined, deepening the arch of your back. The Omega deep within you wanted to be knotted and bad. Kagami got the message though, pulling his hips back until only the tip was in and thrusting back in. The Alpha immediately set a brutal pace, hips slapping against yours as he drilled into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you drowned in feeling so full. Kagami's cock was thick enough to give you a slight burn whenever he was fucking you, yet was still long enough to reach the deepest parts of your body.

Unable to keep you up, your arms collapsed and brought your chest to lie on the sheets of your nest. The new angle had Kagami's dick rubbing your g-spot, sending you even higher.

"Alphaaa... please, give it to mee... give me your knot," you begged under your breath, not even coherent enough to understand what you were babbling about.

"Don't worry, 'Mega, your Alpha's here. I'll give you what you want." Kagami pressed his chest to your back, circling one arm around your waist to rub your clit. Even though you had already orgasmed a few minutes beforehand, your heat had burnt its way through you again that you were teetering over the edge of the precipe; the stimulation just aided in bringing you closer to another climax. Kagami continued circling your nub, shudders raging through your entire body.

"Gonna... cum- fuck. You feel so so good. Good little 'Mega. Gonna f-fill you up and knot you. Want that, don't you? 'Mega wants my knot," Kagami panted into your ear, your pheromones intoxicating him to the point he didn't know what he was saying or what language he was speaking in. The feeling of his knot expanding and catching on your rim every time Kagami pulled back had your eyes squeezing shut. What pushed you over the edge was the sensation of Kagami biting at the junction of your neck. The tiny pricks of pain mixed with the immense pleasure Kagami was giving you had you throwing your head back and screaming as you came around his dick. The Alpha grunted as your walls squeezed around him, thrusting twice more before his hips stuttered to a stop and he released inside you, his knot tying you two together.

"Fuuuuuck," you moaned, stretching out to get more comfortable since Kagami's knot lasted at least thirty minutes. A hiss left your lips as the movement caused Kagami's dick to brush against your oversensitive walls. Kagami followed your body down, littering kisses along your shoulder blade.

"Feeling better?" Kagami asked, tracing circles into the skin of your stomach.

"Yeah, for now anyway," you replied, one arm reaching out to grab the undershirt that he hadn't thrown too far away from your nest. Too tired to shuffle into a position where you could get the shirt on, you buried your face into the material, a chirp rolling out of your lips as your inner Omega let her delight at being so close to her mate's scent known. Kagami pressed his chest to your back as you pillowed his shirt under your head and closed your eyes for a well deserved short nap with your mate.

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Last edit: 21/07/2021

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