Happy 80k!! Lob you all <33
“New year, new me.” You’re huffing out in determination, fists clenched upon either side of yourself because you’re lowkuinely just a chill guy. You stand before the CEO’s office with your itty bitty Y/N -3’5 foot frame, ready to make a decision that shall alter your entire year - possibly even your entire life.
Without knocking (+83483 aura) you’re barging in through those office doors and staring at Daddy Tony right in her alpha CEO eyes. Tiddies bouncing tiddily as you wail, “Daddy Tony, I refuse to be bound by the chains of being a fertiIe omega and the implications that it has on society’s portrayal of fema-”
In a spit-second, you’re being teleported (yes, teleported) by Daddy Tony’s alpha powers to end up with you bent over her CEO desk. Massive monster 15-inch (when soft) schIong ploughing into you like no other, spotting your deepest insides using her mushroomy tip.
It was almost as if she was pounding out every word of that silly little speech you’d memorized out of your lungs - and with only a few strokes you can’t even remember what you’d been saying before.
Merely clawing onto the top of her alpha desk to hold onto dear life, “Oh- oh, yes, Daddy Tony—more!”
“Make up your mind, babygirl.” She’s signing out gruffly from above, her rizzful tone sending skitters down your spine. “Are you gonna be the Y/N to my CEO or nah?”
“I am I am-” You’re gasping through your incredible whines of pIeasure, drawn out of you with every curving line of her veined shaft. You could have sworn that they were marking out her name inside of you - making you more n’ more stupid by the second. “I’ll be the Y/N to your CEO- the Naruto to your Sasuke- the Shane to your Ilya-”
“Damn girl, alright.” Impressed, she whistles underneath her breath. “I need to get onto watching that show still…”
“The Gakuganji to your Yaga-”
You’re not even sure what she’s saying by this point, merely sounding like the most alpha noises in your area that directly targets your ovaries and sends them into ovulation (yes she can do that, you’re welcome you’re in heat now). And Tony’s sensitive nose feels the omega pheromones start to waft from your gIands, a sweetened honey fragrance that makes her towering 90’s yaoi build quiver with need.
She snickers from behind you, “How cute…”
And with a snap of her fingers, you’re tearily blinking and finding yourself laid out flatly on the desk. With your legs high on top of Daddy Tony’s shoulders and wobblin’ with every rovering peck that she presses on the back of your channel. Her name stamped out with every bruise.
Your ear drums pop! at the pressure of her reaching for your very throat- 67 times she’s pumping back until she utters.
“Maybe if I get you pregnant then you’ll always remember, huh?”