luka is a switch, but only for the right person! his usual mode is being very dominant and commanding, easily taking control and having you do whatever he pleases. just some pretty words from him would make you drop to your knees and obey his every command
however, luka is someone who's very obsessed and clingy in a relationship. he would do anything to make his partner happy. so he'd happily submit to you and let you turn him into a whiny mess, as you toy with him and make him lose control!
the worst you can do to luka is dry hump him! just having you on his lap, grinding against him, but not letting him inside you… it's torture, but he's absolutely obsessed with it!
though you probably have to tie him down for it, otherwise he'll eventually snap and just fuck you absolutely stupid until YOU are the one who's losing their mind…
one thing luka is great at is teasing! he has quite a way with words, so he'll make you go crazy without even touching you! though once he does touch you, so gently and slow, that you'll beg for more, it's equally over for you–
luka loves to praise you during sex, especially when you're being all good and obedient for him. but he also LOVES to degrade you and be mean. seeing your flushed cheeks and that frustrated look on your face when he does is almost enough to make him cum…
luka’s ability to switch from being a whimpering mess under you to having your face shoved into the pillows should be studied.
he’d be so willing to be dominated, letting you have your way with him while he just lays there and takes it.
but the second, and i mean the millisecond he sees you falter, it’s like a switch clicks in his head.
it could be the smallest thing too — you letting a whine slip out, or how your nails dug just a bit deeper into his skin than usual.
no matter what it was, luka would notice it.
oh, he’d be so mean about it too — mocking your whines while you tried so hard to knock some sense back into you.
it would be too late though.
luka already had his eyes set on one thing:
making you nothing but a dumb mess under him.
which is exactly what he did.
you couldn’t even process how quick you were flipped over, or how the blonde managed to sink his cock back into, the new angle making you yelp out just from how deep he was.
“that’s all it takes for you to get whiney, angel?”
his thrusts would be mean too — bullying your poor cunt until it hurt, tip brushing against your sweet spot over and over again.
“l—luka, ‘s too—!”
“too much? oh, angel, i know you can take it.”
and if you thought luka was done after you came once, you were severely mistaken.
“don’t tell me you thought we were done, pretty.”
his hand would tangle in your hair, pulling your body so it was flush against his, smooth voice echoing in your ear.
“i haven’t fucked you stupid yet.”
luka wouldn’t stop until you went limp in his arms, choking backs tears as you came for the nth time in a row.
he’d sloppily thrust into you a few more times, spilling his load inside of you with a whine of your name, head buried in your neck.
your body collapsed on the bed, cunt gushing with luka’s cum, eyes barely managing to stay open.
“my pretty angel,”
two of his fingers scooped up the substance leaking from your hole, pushing it back in as luka watched the way you clenched around him.
when he’s teaching you self defense and greatly enjoys how often he gets to knock you on your ass so you have to stare up at him, or pin you down with a big hand holding both of your wrists above your head, or hold you against him with an arm around your neck with your body squirming against his
18+ | tw - somno (implied consent)
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He slips into the bedroom late at night, eyes immediately drawn to you lying on your stomach, fast asleep in nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The hem has ridden up, exposing your bare ass and the soft, glistening lips of your pussy. Just the sight of you like this — warm, relaxed, and completely vulnerable — makes him throb.
He quietly undresses and climbs onto the bed. He spreads your legs gently and leans down, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. You’re already wet. He groans quietly against your pussy, licking deeper, tasting you while you stay lost in sleep.
When he’s nice and hard, he kneels behind you, lines himself up, and slowly pushes inside. Your pussy stretches around him beautifully, hot and silky even while you’re sleeping. You let out a soft, unconscious moan as he bottoms out, clenching around him.
“Fuck, baby… so greedy even when you’re sleeping,” he whispers filthily, starting to thrust slowly. He fucks you with long, lazy strokes, savoring how wet and warm you feel wrapped around him.
Your body reacts on instinct — pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as he starts fucking you a little harder, the wet sounds of his entire ltngth sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filling the quiet room.
He reaches around to rub your clit in slow circles while he pounds into you. You whimper and push back against him in your sleep, making him groan. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps, hips snapping faster. “Taking me so well even when you’re out cold.”
When he finally gets close, he buries himself deep and cums hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stays inside you for a while, gently grinding through the aftershocks, pushing his load deeper.
Only then does he carefully pull out, clean you up, and cuddle up behind you, kissing your shoulder softly. You always sleep better after he fills you up.
Dabi hovered above you, chest heaving. His cock, still heavy and twitching against your thigh, leaked a fresh bead of precum that smeared hot across your skin. Thick ropes of his cum painted your fingers, his scarred abdomen, and dripped in slow, sticky strands onto your belly. The sight made your pussy clench greedily.
“Not done with you yet,” he growled, voice raw and wrecked. “Not even close, Princess.”
He caught your cum-smeared habd in a firm grip and brought your fingers to his mouth. His eyes locked onto yours as his tongue dragged slowly over every digit, licking his own thick seed clean with filthy, strokes. The wet heat of his mouth and the obscene sounds of him sucking his cum off your skin made your cunt throb hard. Dabi groaned deeply around your fingers, the vibration shooting straight to your core.
“Sweet girl,” he rasped, pulling your hand away only to crash his mouth against yours. The kiss was messy and depraved, you tasted the salty tang of his cum mixed with the sweet remnants of your own cum on his tongue. He devoured you, tongue fucking into your mouth like he wanted to claim every inch. His cock stiffened fully against your thigh, burning hot and heavy, smearing more precum in messy streaks across your skin.
He broke the kiss with a ragged breath, forehead pressed to yours, eyes wild. “I wanted to be gentle… but fuck, you undo me.”
His scarred hand slid down your body with possessive hunger, cupping your soaked pussy. Two thick fingers parted your slick folds, spreading you open as he circled your dripping entrance teasingly. The wet sound of your arousal filled the air between you.
“You’re fucking dripping for me,” he groaned, voice strained. “Soaking my fingers already.”
He knew. He could smell the sweet, untouched innocence of your virgin cunt. You were too fucking tight.
His jaw clenched, every powerful muscle in his body trembling with the brutal effort of holding back the beast inside him.
Dabi pulled back just enough to stare into your eyes, his thick cock throbbing angrily against your thigh, leaking steadily. “Princess… you’re a virgin.” His voice cracked with raw strain. “If we do this… I won’t be able to hold back. I’ll fuck you raw. I’ll stretch this pretty little cunt open and knot you so deep you’ll feel me for days. I’ll pump you so full of my cum you’ll be leaking me for a week.”
He didn't say the last words he thought of. ‘You'll have my pups.’
He swallowed hard, hips twitching as another thick drop of precum spilled onto your skin. His hand stayed between your thighs, fingers gently stroking your slick folds while he fought for control.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasped, voice trembling. “Tell me you want your alpha to ruin you.”
Dabi’s scarred hand shook as he gripped the base of his cock, the thick, veined length pulsing hot and heavy in his fist. He slapped the fat, leaking head against your swollen clit once, twice, three times making wet smack smack smack, watching your body jolt with each impact, a broken whimper spilling from your lips.
He dragged the glistening tip through your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness until his cock shone with it, then pressed forward.
The blunt head stretched your virgin entrance open. Your tight heat clamped down around him like a vice, and Dabi’s head snapped back with a guttural groan that tore straight from his chest. His eyes rolled, irises nearly swallowed by black. Sweat already beaded on his temples as he pushed deeper, inch by thick inch, fighting not to slam home.
“F-fuck—” The word cracked in his throat. His arms trembled violently on either side of your head, muscles corded and straining. Halfway in, he paused, chest heaving, breath sawing harsh and ragged. Every vein in his neck stood out. His cock throbbed hard inside you, as if his body was trying to fill you before he’d even bottomed out.
He rocked forward again, feeding you the rest of his massive length until his heavy balls pressed flush against your ass and the swollen knot at his base kissed your stretched rim. A wrecked, broken sound ripped from him, as your walls fluttered and squeezed around every inch.
Dabi’s forehead dropped to yours, sweat dripping from his dark hair onto your skin. His whole body shuddered uncontrollably, hips twitching with the desperate urge to rut. “Breathe, baby… just breathe,” he rasped, voice shattered. “You’re—fuck—you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. So perfect.”
He let you get used to him. Breathing through the torture of staying still while you adjusted to his size. Then he started moving, slow, grinding rolls of his hips that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive ridge inside you.
The filthy, wet squelch of your slick pussy sucking him back in on every stroke filled the tower. Dabi’s mouth found your breast, latching onto one stiff nipple with a desperate groan. He sucked hard, tongue flicking frantically, while his hips kept that deep, devastating rhythm.
Your moans was wrecking him, filling his space like it was meant to.
Your hips started to meet his. The moment you moved with him, Dabi lost another piece of his sanity. A raw, animalistic growl vibrated against your nipple. He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before his tongue soothed it, spit-slick and messy. His rhythm faltered, thrusts growing harder, less controlled.
He wanted you with an intensity that would scare you if you knew. He's never been so fucking hard before, nothing in his imagination came close to the feeling taking over him.
Sweat slid down the groove of his spine. His scarred back flexed and trembled with every snap of his hips. Heavy balls slapped wetly against your ass, the sound obscene and loud.
He pulled back to watch your pussy swallow His cock. The sight of you sucking him in was enough to make him madder than he felt which he didn't think was possible.
His breathing was wrecked, short, desperate pants against as he fought to keep some shred of control.
“Feel me?” he choked out, voice hoarse and broken. His hips slammed forward harder, driving his cock impossibly deeper. “So deep inside this tight little virgin cunt… you’re ruining me, Princess.”
His arms shook harder. A thin string of drool escaped the corner of his mouth as he panted, completely lost in the heat of your body. The King of Darkness was a trembling, groaning, sweat-drenched mess, barely holding himself together while he fucked you like he’d die if he stopped.
Dabi hooked one of your legs over his elbow, spreading you so wide your pussy gaped obscenely around his thick cock. The new angle let him slam even deeper, the fat head of his shaft grinding mercilessly against that spot inside you with every brutal thrust.
Your back arched sharply off the bed as a raw cry tore from your throat.
“Right there?” Dabi snarled, voice completely shredded. He angled his hips and hammered that same spot again and again, sweat flying from his dark hair with every snap of his pelvis. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing fast, sloppy circles that matched the ruthless rhythm of his cock. His free hand gripped the headboard so hard the wood groaned in protest.
Your walls fluttered wildly around his pistoning length, squeezing him like a fist.
“Dabi—!” you screamed.
Your orgasm hit like a wrecking ball. Your pussy clamped down hard, gushing hot and slick all over his cock as violent spasms ripped through you. Dabi’s eyes rolled back, a feral, broken roar ripping from his chest. His hips stuttered, but he fucked you through every pulse, deep, punishing strokes that prolonged your pleasure until your thighs shook uncontrollably and tears streaked your cheeks.
He still didn’t stop.
With a guttural curse, he pulled out suddenly, leaving your ruined hole clenching around nothing.
Fuck I need her so badly. How do I make her mine forever. He couldn't help the thought that this could be all a fucking dream. He'd rather die in it than wake up to nothing.
In one swift motion he flipped you onto your stomach, yanked your hips up high, and slammed back inside with a single brutal thrust. The wet slap of his pelvis against your ass rang out as he mounted you like a beast in rut.
“Fuck—look at you,” he groaned, voice hoarse and wrecked. His eyes were glued to where his thick cock disappeared into your stretched, dripping hole. Sweat poured down his scarred back. His grip on your hips turned bruising as he pounded into you with savage force, balls slapping loudly against your clit with every thrust.
One hand snaked around to rub your oversensitive clit again while the other fisted in your hair, yanking your head back. He sank his teeth into the side of your neck, biting down hard enough to mark as he snarled against your skin.
I'll never let my queen go. You're fucking mine Y/n.
You came again with a broken cry, pussy spasming around his cock, gushing down his balls and thighs. Dabi’s rhythm turned sloppy and desperate, hips jerking erratically.
“Gonna knot you—fuck—gonna lock inside this perfect cunt,” he growled, voice cracking.
His swelling knot caught at your entrance on the next thrust. With a savage snap of his hips, he forced it in with a wet pop, stretching you impossibly wider. You screamed in overwhelming pleasure as the massive bulge locked you together.
Dabi roared, burying his face in your neck as his cock pulsed wildly. Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded deep inside you, pulse after heavy, endless pulse flooding your womb. Your belly swelled visibly beneath you. The sensation triggered another shattering orgasm, your walls milking his throbbing knot greedily, drawing out every last drop.
He collapsed over your back, trembling violently, arms banding around you like iron as he kept grinding his knot deeper with tiny, helpless thrusts. Broken groans and curses spilled from his lips against your sweat-slick skin. “Take it… take every fucking drop… good girl… my perfect mate…”
He couldn't think. Couldn't fucking move.
How could it feel so good with you. This feeling he was already obsessed with. He couldn't ever be with someone else.
Long minutes passed with you locked on his knot, both of you panting and shaking. When it finally began to soften, Dabi pulled out with a low, deep groan. A thick flood of his cum gushed out of your wrecked pussy, running in down your thighs and soaking the sheets.
Why did he like the sight. You looked throughly fucked and you weren't leaving his bed that night. He'd get to hold you close and treat you like he's always wanted to.
Was this really not a fragment of his imagination.
He turned you gently onto your back, eyes dark and hungry as he crawled between your spread legs. His tongue lapped softly at your oversensitive folds, cleaning the messy mix of your juices. It was filthy but he fucking loved it. He just needed more.
Every whimper you made drew a soft, possessive growl from deep in his chest.
Dabi kissed his way up your trembling body, finally collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms. One large hand splayed possessively over your cum-swollen belly while the other stroked your hair. His cock, still half-hard and sticky with your release, rested heavy against your thigh.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered roughly against your temple, pressing soft, lingering kisses there. “My Princess. My Omega.”
He has you on top, grinding your needy cunt on his thigh. He refuses to touch you as he sits on the couch, watching the World Cup. You whine, grabbing his jaw to get him to look at you.
“Please… i need it so bad”
You got yourself in this predicament. You kept pestering him, trying to get his attention in any way. Blame it on ovulation or boredom, the result was the same: you needed release. So you decided to get his attention by sitting on his lap, kissing his neck, his cheek.
It didn’t work the way you hoped for, his eyes were glued to the screen, his hand resting on your hip. You frowned, contemplating your next move. You run your hand down his chest, till it rests on his clothed dick. That worked.
He looks at you, cocking an eyebrow, and you just smile. He knew that look all too well. He knows you. His hand goes from your hip to your waist, then down to your thighs. “I’m watching the game”
“It’s boring and I’m bored…”
You give it a squeeze over his pants, noticing that his cock hardened.
“After the game. Only 30 minutes left.”
But, of course, you couldn’t take no for an answer. So he manhandled you into straddling one of his thighs. He pushed your panties to the side, the only thing you were wearing under your his shirt, and made you grind down.
Now you’re a whiny mess, almost sorry for pestering him and not being patient. Your hands rest on his muscular chest to steady yourself. The grinding didn’t soothe your ache without his guiding touch or encouraging words.
“It’s just a stupid game. I need you!”
He finally looks at you, then down at where you’re grinding on his thigh. He sees the way your cunt soaked his pants, but you didn’t manage to come yet.
“Please?” You pout when you see that he might finally give in.
And he does.
His hands land on your hips, guiding your previously sloppy rhythm. “Just like that…”
One of his hands goes up, cupping your tits over the shirt, a thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. He takes off the shirt, leaning in to kiss and suck on your bare skin.
Your whines turn to moans, finally finally, getting closer. Your nails dig into his shoulders, feeling that coil in your belly tighten. He kisses you, your kisses messy and barely catching up with him. He pulls away to watch you, almost amused by your state. “That’s it… that feel good, doll?”
“I’m gonna—“
He smiles, one hand rubbing your thigh encouragingly, and the other toying with your tits. He loves seeing you lose your mind over him, only he could bring out that side in you. His gaze doesn’t leave you, especially when you finally come, your whole body trembling as your hips stutter against his thigh.
You collapse forward, body still having small residual post orgasm tremors. He wraps his arms around you, one hand petting your hair. “Such a needy girl, aren’t ya? There, there…” he whispers, finally watching his match again in peace.
warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play
“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”
you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.
he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.
“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”
“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”
yeah, right.
the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.
“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”
you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”
“yessssss—!”
your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.
you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”
“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.
as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.
the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.
your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.
you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.
“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”
a/n: i didn’t know who to write for here’s ur favs x you!!
Rubbing her clit gently while she's asleep so you can get her just wet enough to slowly insert your cock inside her and use her while she probably thinks she's having a wet dream
you shouldn't be the one huffing and puffing like you are, not when you're the one with your feet off the ground, but you are hot all over, so dizzied by lust that you draw each breath in a fierce squeeze of your lungs, out of sync and yet somehow still in sequence with the squeeze of your insides every time he thrusts into you.
"o-oh god... f-fuck... ugh...ahhh..." - barely coherent now, your cries of pleasures and the calling of his name are just mere utterances, a nonsensical song to sing as your body, greedy, milks out even more pleasure than what you've been given, but he's stopped trying to speak himself, focusing on dragging cock against warm and wet, slapping skin against skin, and chasing higher and higher pleasure in that lewd shape that is you, beloved.
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