Naim

He/him, a 22 yr old mess

[thatsaegirl]

Ftm isabachi havi g a threesome with amab reader in college ngh

gotcha!

if two's a crowd, then three's a party.

- ftm!Isagi Yoichi x ftm!Bachira Meguru x male!reader

warnings : OOC, ftm!characters. bot!isagi, bot!bachira, top!reader, male!reader, use of words 'hole, 'cunt' and 'pussy', threesome, p ion v sex, cunnilingus, and rough sex.

"look at me, isagi.." meguru moaned out loud as he took your fat cock deep in his cunt, his abdomen bulging due to your size.

yoichi couldn't, too busy losing his mind while you ram your long tongue in his front hole, hitting his g-spot with such ease.

how did things escalated to this? being a fashion designing students and being closed friends, it was evident that the three of you will team up for this project. but the point is.. how did they end up in this bed?

apparently, meguru brought and made them eat this chocolate, saying he found it in his mother's drawer.

who would've known it was an aphrodisiac chocolate?

occupied with your mouth in yoichi's hole, you use your left hand and squeezed meguru's hips and helped him bounce up and down on your length.

"please.. more.." yoichi whimpered above you.

you pulled your tongue back and focused on kissing his clit, taking it in your mouth as your tongue flicked it.

yoichi's body shuddered, bucking his hips a bit.

meguru, despite his own state of high, looked at yoichi and pulled him gently, arms around the latter's neck.

their lips met, tongue battling as they rode their high on you.

it seems that the effect of the chocolate is still not wearing off.

masterlist 1.

[cece693]

can you plz do some michael myers x dom reader smut ☹️☹️

BOUNCE ON IT

michael myers x male reader

authors note: I'm still not that great at writing smut, so I hope you can excuse any mistakes you may find. Also, I kinda changed your ask to have Michael be more of a power bottom because I just think it fits him more. Like, sure, the male reader has his cock inside him, but I think Michael is still in control and not as kitten/soft like as other smut paint him as. He's also still stoic as fuck though.

WARNING: 18+ SMUT AHEAD

"Fuck," You hissed, bitting your lip hard enough to draw blood as Michael began to deep throat your cock. The pleasure didn't gradually speed up nor you didn't expect him to go easy on you. After all, even with Michael being on his knees and giving you the most intense blow job to date, he was in total control.

"Mikey, please slow down. Imma cum quickly if you—"

You moaned deeply as he began to speed up even more, blond hair covering his eyes as he looked up at you unmoved. He gave no outward reaction that this was pleasurable for him, blank eyes staring at your soul as he showed you his non-existent gag reflex.

Your hands moved to his head, seeking stability of some kind, but before they made contact with his hair, Michael pulled back and stood up. The sight of your pre-cum rolling down the side of his mouth was erotic, you couldn't help but follow. However, he pushed you back on the bed and the world tilted.

You landed with a soft thud, the breath knocked from your lungs, and before you could even process the fall, his weight was on you.

His hands, rough and calloused, shot out, grabbing your wrists and slamming them into the pillows above your head. The sheer difference in strength and size between you two sent a jolt of electricity straight to your already aching cock. You struggled instinctively, but it was useless. He was a damn rock.

"Mikey—"

One of his hands traveled to your neck, cutting off oxygen as he leaned in, his face inches from yours. His eyes, still that unnerving, placid blue, held no mercy. He was a blank slate, a beautiful, terrifying machine, and you were the thing he was currently taking apart. You could smell yourself on his breath, see the faint sheen of your pre-cum still on his lips.

The sight made your hips buck involuntarily.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, the first real sound you'd heard from him, and it vibrated through your entire body.

It was a warning.

He shifted his weight, the movement fluid and terrifyingly fast. He kept his hand locked around your throat, using the other to line up your slick, throbbing cock with his entrance. With a brutal, downward thrust of his powerful hips, he impaled himself on you in one, single, devastating motion.

A strangled cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pressure on your neck. The heat, the tightness, the sheer force of him taking you was overwhelming. Michael didn't pause. He didn't let you adjust. He set a punishing rhythm from the very first bounce, his massive thighs flexing as he lifted himself up and slammed back down.

His hand on your throat cut off just enough air to make your vision swim at the edges. Yet the lack of oxygen also sharpened every sensation. The drag of his tight heat around you, the slap of his ass against your thighs, the sight of his powerful, sweat-slicked body rising and falling above you.

He leaned over you, his chest against yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. Still, he was silent, save for the low, guttural grunts that escaped with each punishing drop.

The pressure in your core built to an unbearable peak, a coil wound so tight it was about to snap. And, as if sensing it, Michael's pace became erratic, his movements deeper and faster.

He was close too.

The hand on your throat disappeared and he pulled you up slightly for a bruising, possessive kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, a fight for dominance that he won without even trying. The new angle made the tip of your cock touch his g-spot repeatedly, causing his eyes to water slightly.

You couldn't handle it anymore.

The combination of everything sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and all-consuming, your body convulsing beneath him as you cummed deep inside him. He followed a moment later, a deep, silent shudder running through his massive frame as his own cum painted your stomach.

[xyawrites]

overseeing the manor (home office edition)

“sit back and relax, my dear ♡”

m!pervert! maid! x m!ceo!reader

part one here / nsfw ahead proceed with caution

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surely you’d be very wrong if you think that sniffing panties is what he does all day at work

even though you might be away at work most of the time, there are rare occasions where you work from home instead of the office

on those special days, he is in rightful place plopping himself right on your lap grinding his hole against your crotch through his thin panties

it’s his job to make you feel comfy and right at home! why else do you think he raised the ranks it’s so that other tedious tasks are left for his subordinates

he doesn’t stay on your lap grinding his hole the whole day, of course!

he hides beneath your desk nestling between your legs during meetings, or else he would be blocking the camera and get in the way of your work

your meeting can tend to take a long time which is why he really likes to take it real long and slow with you

his main goal isn’t to be a brat or a tease but to genuinely to make you feel good and relax (do note that it is his intention but whether you actually relax is another story)

he likes to start by kisses all over your inner thighs and groping them to feel how thick and sturdy they are

this continues until he can see the bulge forming in your underwear and he likes to greeting it by burying his face right up to take a good smell of your cock right from the source

if you can’t tell already, he definitely has a scent kink and likes to smell your musk for a long time until he salivates from the smell and his mouth gets the itch

to warm up, he likes to shove it down all the way to the bar to really feel the stretch in his throat. he doesn’t move just sitting there cock warming you with his throat

if he feels that your cock is leaking too much precum and it’s getting hard for him then pulls out he swallows while keeping the head in his mouth before restarting all again

he likes to spread the precum all over your cock using his tongue to make sure the whole thing is nice and wet for him

if he wants a break then he sucks on the head, lazily swirling his tongue around the tip

sometimes he pretends that your cock is a tongue and pretend to kiss it like you’re french kissing

he loves making you leak so much that he can slurp that white sticky goo but he has to hold back to avoid making loud sounds for the mic to pick up

but once he gets the jist the meeting is heading towards its end. that’s when he really throws it all out the window and try to work you up in hopes that you would pound his tight hole he saved up for you after the call

he starts to deep throat make sure your cock is reaching the tightest area at the back, making sure to rock his head back and forth at a good pace

now this is when he really gets a bit adventurous and slurp loudly to make you hang up faster to avoid being caught

depending on how important the meeting is, you may leave early and let the rest finish up or lock his head with your thighs so he can’t move and forced to continue to cock warm you with his throat

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Aeres lets out a moan as you mercilessly enter him all at once without trying to loosen him up.

“M-mhm♡ I-mf sorryyy♡”

You were pounding him so fiercely, he could only bounce his body to the rhythm of your hips. Swaying back and forth as he clutched onto your desk for support and bucking his hips out.

“Sorry?”

You snorted. Kneading his fair butt, squeezing it right and letting it go to watch the slight jiggle at the release of contact. Warming his cheeks nicely with you palm before slapping his hard.

The sound echoed nicely in your office and Aeres whimpered at the pain, but continued to arch his back to meet your every thirst.

“You didn’t seem sorry with how much fun you were having between my legs, hm?”

You held his hips in order to thrust deeply yet again, and quickened the past.

“M-master ♡”

Aeres continued to moan out for you and moved his hips alongside your every thrust to get you to places deep within him that he would never be able to touch on his own.

“Use your words. Do you want to cum?”

You spat harshly at your maid, but his body could only break down the pleasure you were giving him and he was no longer capable of assembling words or able to convey them.

Aeres could only clench his hole tight and nod back at you with tears in his eyes, hoping that you would forgive him for disobeying.

Of course, you didn’t.

“You’re being quite naughty today, is that right Aeres?”

You snaked a hand down between his legs and found his member between your hands.

Aeres gasped at the unexpected touch, and his knees buckling at the warmth of your hands on his cock.

You found your way to the tip and firmly pressed your thumb at the tip.

Aeres knew exactly what you were going to do and whined against your desk. Although, he would sway his hips frantically to no avail to throw your hands off him. He knew better to grasp frantically at your hands to throw him off.

It was engraved in his bones and blood that he was for your pleasure. A bit of coyness would spice bedroom activities up but he would never openly defy against your wishes.

“Nghh~♡♡ your cock f-feels sooo good master ♡ its stretching my maid hole so well ♡”

Fuck, he was trying to sweet talk his out of this. You can tell, but you weren’t about to fall for it. You continued to hit it deep inside of him without release you hold on his twitching cock.

“Mhmm♡~ Master♡~ can we please c-cum together ah♡”

You can tell that he was about to cum, but do you let him have your way with you?

His flushed face and reddened buttocks paired with his glistening eyes while whimpering and moaning was satisfying but

“Nope♡”

You blocked the urethra firmly with your thumb and came inside of him with the base of your cock touching the rim of his hole.

Aeres whined at his lack of release and feeling himself being filled with your warm cum but before he could whine at you. He was flipped with his back flushing against the cool wooden table and the thrusting began again forcing the cum to bubble and come out.

“N-noooo♡ Masterrrr♡”

You smiled at his moans and pressed your lips together while nibbled at his bottom lip swallow the rest of his whines.

“It’s my turn to have fun, my dear ♡”

[sh1-n0bu]

a real short drabble about fucking an older guy to get back into the mood of writing. mononoke smut in the works. and happy pride chat<3

the bed creaked softly in protest to the insistent force of your thrust, a deep, sensual pace that you had set when the pretty, older man under you kept whining about his back or how his muscles are gonna pull from your overeager movements. despite his stuttered words, his arms stayed wrapped tight around your shoulders, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your back with the tiniest resistance.

“heeeey hey, mister~” you cooed out with a teasing grin, pushing your pelvis flush against his own until he could feel your pubic hair scratching against his skin. how embarrassing, being folded over by some snotty nosed kid who could be twice his age. and by someone who was so disrespectful too. the gal.

“you’ve gone real quiet ever since we got naked. what’s on your dirty old mind, huh?” without giving him a chance to retort, talking about how disrespectful kids nowadays were or to hear him complain about his aching joints, you pulled back just enough before thrusting back inside him in one push. he choked on his drool, looking away from you with the prettiest red on his stubble covered face.

“what’s the matter, sir? did i manage to fuck the brat out of you?” brat? who were you calling a brat? if anything, you were the brat here, not him!

“listen real closely, sir” you lean down, chest brushing against his swollen, drool and bite covered nipples as you whisper into his ear. a shudder crawled along his spine, something he merely tucked away as a reaction to being sweaty. though, his mind was getting clouded, growing more and more sloppy when he felt how you ground your strap deeper into his sloppy hole, grounding against that stupid, twitchy spot inside him.

“gaHG—! mmhg… hhhmgg♡︎” still, he refused to make noises again. whenever he did, you just cooed at him as if he was some injured animal, damn near railing your cum deeper into his guts as if you wanted to get him pregnant. he knew how stupidly, perverted you were, and he refused to give you the satisfaction of hearing his crumbling sanity.

“you hear that, sir?” sshhliiiick—♡︎! plawp♥︎

“ANGH—! mmfgh..” biting his lip, he shook his head weakly, even though he heard that dirty noise of your earlier rounds’ cum spilling out of his hole and felt your tip graze that soft spot inside him. his dick was twitching again, a weak, spent little thing covered in its own cum laying on his soft stomach. he didn’t wanna look. didn’t even wanted to hear your voice whispering in his ear, clouding his judgement.

“you don’t? but it’s so loud, sir. it almost sounds like we’re kissing down there” he wanted to whine at your words. such a filthy kid you were, describing such a depraved sound as something sweet like a kiss.

“your hole is strangling my strap, sir. it’s almost as if you’re thirsty for me. ain’t it, right? should i kiss your sloppy hole even more down there, sir? get you all sweet ‘n soft” letting go of his trembling leg, your hand trails down to his ass, groping the fat flesh before rubbing a thumb over his rim. you teased the idea of pushing a thumb inside, to watch the earlier cum get fucked out of his fluttering hole, but the cute, desperate look in his eyes stopped you.

“s-sstupid kid.. don’t say s-such things when you’re s-stirring my guts” he could barely talk, tripping over his own words as he tried to keep his swollen lips from moaning out your name. which round was this? he had almost forgotten, you were just too energetic with your bubbling youth, he could barely keep up. even his legs were shaking, twitching against your shoulder where you had hooked one up.

“aha, so you do like me fucking your insides” you tease him, grin growing wider into a smile of a cheshire cat. grabbing at his meaty thighs, you push his legs up until they were nearly by his head, folding him into a mating press as you sink your cock deeper into him with this new position.

he could only gasp, pupils widening as he stared with glassy eyes at where your pelvis met his. you were going to break him open, he can’t breathe in this position, give him a fucking break!

“d-don’t—! aaahng.. n-no, not like this. p-put me down, you brat!”

“relax, mister. you can handle another round just fine” you laugh as his hands scratch at your biceps, his eyes growing teary at how easily you manhandled his bigger body. he was being pushed to the brink of what was left of his mind, body basically vibrating against the sweat covered mattress with how violently he shook.

“hang on tight, sir♡︎”

you were gonna ruin him, stupid brat.

➭ yhan, geshu lin, qiuyuan, yuanwu, jing yuan, blade, gallagher, dan feng, yingxing, welt, varka, zhongli, capitano (rip my husband), pierro, dottore (the og, old one), re9 leon, chris redfield, captain price, könig (he’s a colonel so he’s gotta be like 40 or sum), hinahoho, ussr countryhumans (don’t shoot me-) + any older man you like

[liquid-void]

For my birthday on June 2nd.

Steve Rogers x Male Reader

The Male Reader is living alone and when he hears his mother (Natasha Romanoff) has a new boyfriend he decides to spend the weekend at her place to meet him. He gets there and hears them talking in the kitchen so he listens and discovers Steve is bisexual and used to do gay porn, he decides to enter and is shocked by how hot he is, later he's alone in his old room when he decides to look up some of his porn and is shocked to see he was a bottom so he watches a video he did with some guy named Thor and Thor really pounds him hard as he's watching shocked he starts jerking off and Steve walks in and is shocked so he sneaks up and whispers that it was his favorite video causing the reader to jump then Steve see's his cock and is shocked by the size so he drops to his knees and asks if he can suck and the male reader obviously says yes so Steve starts sucking his cock when suddenly they hear footsteps and Natasha calls so Steve gets under the desk and the male reader turns off the porn Steve keeps sucking his cock under the desk as Natasha walks in and asks where Steve is so the reader lies and says he went for a walk as she walks away steve gags and Natasha walks back asking what it was and the Reader says he coughed and she closes the door and walks off and the Reader tells Steve to get out from under the desk and strip so Steve does and so does the male reader and steve bends over the bed but the reader says not yet so Steve gets on his knees and opens his mouth but when the reader says not that so Steve is confused until the reader says he wants to fuck Steve's pecs so Steve squeezes his pecs together and the male reader shoves his cock between them and starts pec fucking him while Steve stares up at him and tells him his cock in beautiful after that (awhile of pec fucking) Steve gets on all fours on the bed and the male reader fucks him from behind and then after awhile of that the male reader laid down and Steve starts riding him when suddenly Natasha walks in and gets angry before storming out but they continue until the male reader cums and Steve gets on his knees and the male reader cums all over his face. Steve and Natasha break up and Steve moves in with the male reader when he gets to his house he asks to be pec fucked again so the reader does until he cums between his pecs. No feminization please that always puts me off and submissive bottom Steve Rogers and Dom Top Male Reader.

I'm patient and it's perfectly ok if you have to post it after my birthday just please let me know if that happens.

Meow. Tried to put three pictures, but Tumblr said "Oooh, I see you've put two hands holding each other, Ouuhh that's too hot, too... too... mature." And I don't want that.

Happy birthday to @foggyweirdhedgehog

Porn star

Warning. 18+. Mature content. Sub Bottom character. Sub Bottom Steve Rogers. Dom Top Male Reader. Mom's boyfriend x Mom's son. Age gap.

Bottom Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader

A few weeks ago you received a call from your mom telling you that she met a guy online through Tinder, and that she found him cute and that they started chatting together about stuff and things. You didn't mind, you were glad for her that she was exploring new options after the tremendous divorce she had with your father years ago.

A few days ago you received another call from your mom. She wanted to share with you the news that the guy she was talking to for a few weeks had started dating. The guy's name was Steve, and she wouldn't stop telling you how Steve was so charming with a beautiful smile, such a gentleman with a sexy body. Again, you didn't care, even though you would have preferred not knowing that many details from him. You were happy for her, she was happy with a man that was probably treating her the way she deserves.

And today you received another call from her, this time, inviting you over to her house, as she wanted you to meet Steve in person at dinner and she possibly wanted you to stay the weekend for you to bond for a time with him. It was a good idea, you'd put that man to test by yourself, see if he was really worthy of your mother's love.

So now you were on your way to her house, the streets were surprisingly empty by now in the city, perfect for you. In no time you were already parking at the front of her house, feeling a little nervous to meet this new guy, but you had to change that. Needed to be seen as someone confident, ready to throw hands if Steve ever dared to hurt your mother.

Standing face to face with the door, you rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to open.

"It's open!" you heard your mom shout, probably from the kitchen. You opened the door, and wasn't surprised to see no one at the other side of it. As you were removing your shoes and jacket, you could hear a piece of conversation your mother was having with someone.

"Do you think he'll be okay with me? You know, as a bisexual man who used to make gay porn content, the reputation tends to ruin the way people perceive me." Used to do gay porn? What?

Wait, you frowned, that was a male voice, Steve. You slowly approached the kitchen, not saying a single word. Once you were at the open entrance, there you found a tall, slightly broad, athletic blond man, very handsome indeed, surprisingly handsome. The man turned around when he felt your presence, he smiled and made finger guns at you, "You must be Y/n, right?"

Trying to be funny, huh? Your mother then appeared behind the tall guy and exclaimed excitedly, "Sweetie! I'm so glad you were able to come, was afraid it was too last minute for you." She walked towards you and gave you a warm heart before looking back at blondie right behind her. "Y/n, this is Steve, the one we've been talking about, love, this is my son, Y/n."

Steve nodded with a soft smile and went to shake your hand. "I'm glad we're finally meeting," he says.

You're still hesitant about him, but you grab his hand and give it a firm shake. "Yeah, it's nice. Steve what?"

"Rogers, Steve Rogers," he answered, a little bit taken aback by such formalities. You just nodded before releasing his hand.

Your mother then came back to the conversation. "Your room still has some of your clothes, and I already prepared your bed for you to stay the weekend. Gosh, I'm so excited!"

And she did sound very excited. "Yeah, that's cool, I'm going to my room then, gotta check something first." You ignored the concerned look in her eyes, while the confused one of Steve. What you heard him say in the kitchen echoed in your mind. A gay porn star? Your mom is dating a gay porn star? What kind of man was she looking for in that dating app? Gosh!

As to be expected, your room hasn't changed that much since you moved to your own apartment, aside from the covers on your bed, ofcourse. In the drawer of your nightstand, you found what you were looking for; your laptop. Sitting at the desk of your room, you turned your laptop on and quickly went to the first porn website that came to your mind before clicking on the search bar and typed the name Steve Rogers on it. You were a little surprised to find so many videos with him on the thumbnail. Your cheeks slightly turned red, why were you feeling ashamed of doing this all of the sudden? But curiosity was stronger than your shame, so you clicked on one of the videos, and the moaning and gasps of two people going full at it started to come out from your laptop. A guy named Thor kept Steve in doggy style as he kept pounding hard on your mother's new boyfriend.

"Harder! Harder! Ahn! Ahhh!"

Steve's moans were loud, his facial expressions lewd, but it was obvious he enjoyed being stuffed with cock to the brim, he loved being treated roughly just like Thor was treating him. Face red, sweaty, mouth open letting out the most obscene moans to ever be heard. Your eyes were glued on the screen, hypnotized by how his hips kept grinding against Thor's, begging for more. Your pants started to feel tighter than usual, your cock was waking up, growing slowly harder inside the fabric. Making sure no one was close to hear you, you opened the zipper of your pants and pulled your hardening cock out before starting to jerk off slowly. How embarrassing, you were jerking off at the sight of your mom's boyfriend getting pounded by a man.

You were so lost on this discovery, that you didn't hear that same naughty man enter your room in silence.

Steve wanted to get closer to his girlfriend's son, already worried with how you acted distant with him back in the kitchen, he went to look for you and maybe have a nice conversation to break the ice. The door to your room was already slightly open, and when Steve approached it, he was able to hear the moaning coming from inside, one that he recognized quite quickly.

He peaked inside the room and found you glued on your laptop, with an arm moving in an odd way at your lower section. The corner of his lips curled into a knowing smirk, making sure to not make a single sound that might interrupt your important session. He got closer to you from behind, hearing your soft grunts and the porn video that was playing on your laptop. It did make his cock interested in the situation, the shaft throbbing a bit under the fabric of his pants. The blond man leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear, "That's one of my favorite videos I ever recorded, you know?" He almost laughed when you jumped on your seat and turned to glare at him, afraid, embarrassed, blushing all red from being caught.

"I- I, uh... I- I can explain," you stuttered, panicking inside.

"Explain what?" Steve glared at your obvious erection, standing angry from lack of attention. Fuck, it was big, with the good amount of thickness to make him fall into temptation. "Things seem to be pretty clear to me, wouldn't you say the same?" Again, you were trying to find the words to say, but Steve wasn't interested to hear any of that. "You seem to be needing some help down there." He turned you around to face him and dropped on his knees between your legs. Your eyes widened, and your heart started to beat even faster. "May I give you a helping hand...?"

You were still trying to process everything, but the sight of a gorgeous man kneeling between your legs with hunger in his eyes, asking you to play with your cock, had such a strong effect on you. How could you say no? "Ehem... please, do so." Sorry mom.

Steve went right to work, his hand wrapped around the base of your cock and gave firm pumps. You sighed, it felt good, just with his hands, you could already tell he was indeed a "professional". His blue eyes were focused on your throbbing dick, feeling its warmth on the palm of his hands. Couldn't resist anymore, and went to wrap his lips around the head of your cock. You shuddered, it felt so warm, and Steve wasn't giving you a single second to prepare yourself for what was about to come. He started to take more of your cock, and in one go, all of your shaft was inside his mouth.

"Aaah! Fu-nghh..." You bit the back of your hand to avoid being too loud, not wanting to call the attention of your mother.

Gosh. Gosh. You could feel his tongue swirling around your length, putting pressure on the veins and under your slit. Steve remained there for a few minutes, nose buried deep in your pubes, with all of your cock inside his hot mouth, before slowly pulling back, leaving some strings of saliva connected with your throbbing cock. "Haa... can't lie, I missed having a good cock for dinner."

You were still shocked. "You're... You're awfully good at this."

Steve chuckled and grinned at you. "Five years in the industry, I've learnt a bunch of tricks."

"Shit... like, what kind of tricks?" You hated how weak and pathetic you sounded right now, but you really wanted to know.

The sound of steps interrupted the moment your mother was going upstairs. "Steve? Y/n? Are you two going along well?"

"Damn, it's Nat!" Steve whispered.

"Quickly, under the desk!" you hurried him to which he immediately did, he went under your desk and you turned back around to your desk, making sure to still leave him some room down there. You quickly closed the tab of the porn site and waited for your mom to appear at your door.

Natasha came to the entrance of your bedroom, and looked around for a bit before asking, "And Steve?"

Right before you could answer, you had to bite your lower lip to muffle a moan when you felt that hot mouth again around your cock. You gave a quick glare at Steve who went back to sucking your cock under the desk. Clearly, by the look in his eyes, he wasn't able to resist much longer.

"I- uh... Steve? I don't know where he could possibly be," you said, trying to keep a monotone voice, but gosh, it was hard when that skilled tongue hit all the right spots.

Natasha frowned, clearly confused. "He told me he would come to your room to have a nice conversation with you." And he did, just that the conversation was three sentences long before it turned into something more... practical.

"M-maybe..ah... maybe he went for a walk, he was probably nervous to talk with me." You almost moaned out loud when you felt a hard suck on your cock, you glared down and saw how Steve was glaring at you, challenging you to say more absurd stuff.

"Really? Humm, I never thought meeting you would make him that nervous... alright, well, I suppose he'll come back soon, I'll go prepare dinner then." With that said, she left and left your door slightly closed, perfect.

You brought your attention back on Steve, who was now licking and kissing the side of your shaft.

"Gosh..." you mumbled, loving the sight and the feeling of his tongue on the side of your cock. His blue eyes kept eye-contact with you, with a low smirk, he kissed lower and lower, from the tip towards the base, and finally, your balls. To one of them, he gave a harsh suck, while the other was squeezed with his hand. "Aah! FU-!" You brought your hand immediately to your mouth, shit, was that too loud?

Your question was answered when the door of your bedroom opened and your mother peaked inside your room. "What was that? Are you okay hun?" You just nodded, gritting your teeth.

"Y-yes... I was... just watching a horror movie... and coughed, didn't swallow correctly,"

"Okay...? Be more careful, yeah?" Once again, she left, this time closing the door of your room.

You sighed, relieved, and stared down at the man devouring your cock like a meal. "Have you lost your mind?" you asked in a mumble.

Steve didn't answer, to busy worshipping your cock, licking the sides and sucking at the base and the head.

Despite feeling good from lazy blowjobs, you knew this wouldn't be enough for you to reach an orgasm. You still feel slightly embarrassed, but you're also incredibly aroused. "Can you...- Please, stand up and strip."

He grinned and got out from under your desk, walking towards your bed before slowly stripping every piece of clothing he had on himself. Your eyes followed each of his movements, your cock throbbed with how more of his pale skin became exposed to your hungry gaze. Now standing fully naked before you, you couldn't help but notice how perfect his bubble butt was, or how large his cock was as well. So much better than in the video.

Steve grinned at how your eyes were glued on him. "See something you like?" He got on your bed, standing on four, ass up ready to have you.

You stood up from your chair and walked towards your bed, but did not strip like him. "No, we're not doing that yet."

The blond man raised an eyebrow, confused, usually men would go crazy just to fuck him hard and fast. An idea came to his mind, you probably wanted something else, so he quickly got back on the floor on his knees and opened his mouth.

But you shook your head. "Not that either."

"Huh...?" What did you want from him then?

Your cheeks turned pink and you scratched the back of your neck nervously. "I, uh... I'd like to fuck your pecs, if that's okay with you."

A little taken aback, Steve processed the words slowly, before letting out a low chuckle. "Didn't think you'd be the type to be into a man's chest."

You approached him, hand on your cock before pushing it between Steve's pecs. "Don't be so surprised when you're built like a literal porn star." Steve hummed, feeling your hot dick against his chest. With both of his hands he pushed his soft pecs together, trying to make it tight enough for you and your pleasure. You loved what you were seeing, a needy man on his knees, pushing his pecs together for you and you only.

With your hands on his shoulder, you started to move your hips, dragging your shaft between the soft mounds. It felt good, not fantastic, but good. It felt warm... a little tight... Without realizing, soft grunts were slipping from your lips. Steve's eyes were on your cock, hypnotized by the pink head popping between his muscles, he loved it, he loved how it felt.

"Shit... haaa..." You're getting lost in the moment, your throbbing cock started leaking already, forming a bead of pre-cum at the very tip. It slid down your shaft and landed right on Steve's pecs. In a matter of seconds, the soft flesh turned slick with your pre-cum, working as a lube for your cock. Steve loved the sight, feeling tempted to lick the tip just to taste you.

His eyes went to look at you straight in your eyes, you could see his pupils dilated and the lust in them, so dirty. "You have such a beautiful cock, Y/n..." he said in such a slurry way, almost without breath. "Very beautiful..."

The blush in your cheeks was amusing to him, he wanted more, so he started to move his chest, meeting your thrusts at the perfect pace.

"Gosh... that feels better..." you groaned, closing your eyes, lost in the feeling.

Steve agreed with you, it did feel good. Looking back down on your cock thrusting between his pecs, he spat at your cock before licking the tip, stealing a moan out of you. His tongue swirled around, licking the pre-cum that kept leaking nonstop. "Hmm... fuck, beautiful and delicious," he mumbled before kissing the tip.

You couldn't say anything, you could only thrust faster between his pecs. "I love your chest... gosh, I love it!"

"Do I make you feel good with my chest?" he asked, leaning forward on your cock.

"Really- really good...!" You had to force yourself to move away from his perfect hot pecs, otherwise, you would have cum all over him, and you really wanted to cum somewhere else tonight. "Gosh, get on the bed," you ordered, desperation clear in your voice.

Steve didn't question you a bit, he just moved straight to the bed, face down on the mattress and ass up for you to see how eager his hole was. You opened his ass and indeed, a puffy, puckering and slick hole was waiting for you to push your cock as deep as it could. It looked exquisite, and your cock got even more excited.

You spat on it and with your fingers you stretched him open, using your saliva as lube.

"Ah... ah fuck," Steve cursed under his breath, it's been a while since he's been stretched by skillful fingers.

"Feeling good?" You scissored him slowly, taking your time, wanting to enjoy the tightness and warmth of his gummy walls.

"Mhm... so good."

You pushed your fingers deeper, and Steve groaned, clenching around your digits. Would it be possible to find Steve's prostate with your fingers? You curled them, exploring each spot.

Steve knew what you were trying to find, if you did find his prostate, kudos to you, he might give you another blowjob as an award.

"Any luck back there?" he teased.

"Shut it... sigh." You pulled back your fingers, you'll have another occasion to try and find his prostate with your fingers, right now, you two wanted nothing else but to fuck like wild animals.

With a deep sigh, you slowly started to sink inside him, Steve let out a low groan, relaxing his body so you could enter deeper inside him without major difficulty. You were trying not to cum so fast, but you never felt a better ass than this one in your whole life. Your hands grabbed Steve's hips, your fingers sinking in his flesh. Halfway there, and you could swear you were seeing stars. Steve was in a similar stage, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt you pushing deeper inside him, gosh, he didn't realize it would feel that big inside.

Buried balls deep, you regained some oxygen back in your lungs, you were panting heavily, it felt too good, too fucking damn good.

"How are you feeling, Steve?" you asked, breathing heavily, already feeling a layer of sweat on your skin.

"Hmmff... good, good, please, continue," he muffled against the nearest pillow he could grab on your bed.

You nodded, and slowly started to move your hips. Steve could feel every vein of your cock inside him, could feel how your cock rammed inside him, and with each thrust you gave, he could feel how deeper you were reaching.

In just a matter of seconds, the pace of your thrusts quickly started to increase, the soft clapping of skins invaded the room in no time and slick started to coat between both of your skins.

You brought him closer to you, causing him to yelp by surprise with how you dragged him so abruptly. "Your ass feels amazing..."

"Nghh...ahh..."

The bed rocked under your weights, little creaking sounds could be heard from time to time. You got on the bed behind Steve, moved on top of him, arms moving around his chest, and started to pound him harder and faster.

"Shit! Like that... like that.. yes..." Steve bit the pillow hard, not wanting to moan way too loud, but gosh, your cock was hitting all the right spots.

"I want... haaa... I want to fill you up... fully..." you whispered against his sweaty skin.

His hole sucked your cock back in every time you lifted your hips just to slam them back down against his. With each thrust, you could feel your orgasm slowly building inside your heavy balls full of cum, waiting for that special moment to come. Filling Steve full of your cum, gosh, that's the goal.

"Don't stop... don't stop... ah..." begged Steve.

But even if you felt amazing fucking him like a dog, you really wanted to see his blushing face and his amazing pecs. So you pulled back, ignoring Steve's uncomfortable whine from feeling so empty when he was feeling so great two seconds ago.

You laid down by his side on the bed, and looked at the blond man with a low grin. "Ride it if you want it."

Steve bit his lower lip, turned on with your orders. He quickly got on top of you and did not waste a second to impale himself on your hard cock. His expression of relief and pleasure was so worth it.

"Fuck yesss... now that's the spot." Hands on your chest for support, he started grinding his hips slowly. You just enjoyed the feeling, with one hand, you reached for Steve's cock and started to jerk it off slowly. "Ah...don't make me cum so fast..."

Wanting to take you deeper in, Steve gave small bounces on your cock, and accidentally but fortunately, found his sweet spot. "Ah shiiit! Shit!" He came all over his lower abdomen and yours, ropes of thick, hot cum making a mess on both of you. "Cumming... haaa..."

You chuckled. But the pleasurable moment didn't take long to end when you two heard steps approaching your door.

The door of your bedroom opened abruptly, revealing your mother. "Y/n?! Are you oka-" she couldn't finish her sentence as she gasped the moment she laid eyes on you. Neither of you three said a word, you didn't know what to say, it was like your soul just left your body, and Steve turned unusually paler. "What the fuck!?! Steve!! Y/n!!" You flinched at her shouting, this was turning ugly. "You-!! You-!!" She stomped her feet on the hard floor. "I want you out!! Out of my fucking house!! Now!!" With that said, she slammed your door close.

For a moment, neither you or Steve exchanged a word. What could even be possibly said?

"Agh!" Taken by surprise, you bit your lip to muffle a moan when you felt Steve start moving again.

"Can't do anything now... haaa... so... let's finish this, now more calm, haa..."

It was true, there was nothing you could possibly do now, so let's just continue with this pleasure. Your hands went on his hips and you helped him bounce faster.

"Yes! Yes Y/n ye-oh! Oh fuck..."

"I'm close Steve... I'm so close... fuck, I could cum inside you..."

"Cum inside me! Fill me up with your sperm, breed me fully..." That sounds so great, so fucking great. Your eyes closed, feeling the bliss that was coming alongside your awaited orgasm. "Ah... hmm.."

You moved Steve off of you swiftly, ignoring his confused reaction. Kneeling close to him, you jerked off over his face, and now understanding what you wanted, he opened his mouth to receive your load. You painted his handsome face with your cum, creating a wonderful mess, feeling fully satisfied now.

The next day, you were kicked out, no surprises.

You invited Steve to stay at your apartment, you couldn't deny it, after what happened last night, you kind of caught feelings for the retired porn star.

You helped him with his boxes and luggage, and now, a little tired, you sat on the couch side by side with him.

"And... How was the break up with Nat?" you asked.

Steve groaned and shook his head. "Don't wanna talk about that..." Silence came over for a second, before he turned to look at you. "But I can think of something else we could be doing right now..."

You didn't understand what he meant by that, until you read the lust in his eyes.

"Steve...?"

He kneeled on the floor and moved between your legs, he slowly started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest for you. "I really liked how it felt having your cock fucking my pecs... I want to do that again, please."

No words were needed after that, you quickly pulled your cock out of your pants, gave it a few pumps to make it hard and pushed it against Steve's chest.

"I love your chest, always remember that," you said as you started to move your hips.

"I know... I love your cock, perfect match." You couldn't help but chuckle at his comment.

He pushed his chest further together and spat on your cock to make things slicker, enhancing the experience for the two of you. Grunts and pants became more frequent as the pacing increased.

Steve's eyes were glued on you as he gave some few licks at the tip of your cock. "Gonna cum soon?" he asked teasingly as he gave your tip a soft kiss.

"Haa... haa.. ye-yes..." How could fucking two pecs feel this good?

The grip on his shoulders that you had tightened, despite having rested the rest of the night, you were still sensitive from the orgasm of yesterday.

"I'm close... I'm close! Fu-Fuuuck!" You groaned, trying to stifle a moan as you came undone all over his chest. Steve felt delighted. With the tip of his fingers, he scooped some of your cum from his chest and sucked them clean. You collapsed on the couch, now truly exhausted after just one quickie.

Steve cleaned your cock with hs tongue, swallowing the rest of the cum that kept coming.

"Hmm... say... would you be interested on recording some videos of you fucking me stupid?"

"What?"

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So, what's my punishment for not making the pecjob longer? I didn't know what to write, my imagination was awfully limited to... plants. :''')

And let's ignore the habs game tonight, it really hurts.

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Let's Have A GAANG BAANG

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Pairing: Aang x Top/Seme Male Reader x Sokka x Zuko

Summary: It's been years since you've seen any of the gaang, and the three male members have just been dying to get their hands on you.

Featuring: Oral/anal sex, straddling, biting, blood, hand job, cowgirl, no-prep, exhibitionism, infidelity, jealousy/possessiveness, blow job, creampie, prostate massaging, making out, temperature play, glowing body parts, minimal Sokka x Zuko at the end, and cum play.

WC: 4.7k

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The flicker that came from the flames presented in front of you did nothing short of create a beautiful scene. Their romantic glow caused an inconsistent cascade of light and shadow to mix in the cave you and the rest of the crew were in.

Of course, the master behind those flames was even more impressive himself. It had been a while since you had seen Zuko in person—hell, since you had seen any of the members from your teenage group. After everyone had decided to go their own way, there was never much time for you all to have a mutual meetup, as everybody was busy pursuing their own life.

Maybe it was a calling from a spirit that Aang needed all your guys' help on this mission. You did miss the dynamic and energy that came from being surrounded by the people closest to you; heaven knows you craved to be going back and forth with the guys or teasing the girls about something random.

In the midst of your zoning out, you suddenly heard an abrupt yet clear cough that came from your right. 

"Hey, Y/n, you okay?" probed the same voice that previously cleared its throat, seeming to add a slight playfulness to its tone as if to not discomfort you. "You've been burning holes into Zuko’s torso for a good minute now."

Blinking your eyes a few times, you zoned back in to realize that your pupils had been laser focused on the fire lord's chest. Immediately ripping your eyes away from his body, you looked at the floor instead, deciphering whether it would be better to explain yourself to who you now realized was Sokka on your right or apologize to Zuko for the unintentional staring contest with his pecs.

You ultimately decided to do both while keeping your gaze on the ground, assuming that would save you the most humiliation from the expressions plastered on your comrades’ faces.

"My bad, I guess I was too in my head and didn't realize where I was looking," you mumbled timidly, like a kid who was forced to say sorry by their guardian. On your right you heard Toph let out a cheeky snicker while Katara started to tease.

"What's so enthralling about Zuko’s chest that had you zoning out over it, huh?" the water bender taunted, wrapping a lazy arm around Aang’s shoulders. She put a portion of her weight on him while eyeing you, her grin stretching across her face at the realization she struck gold in something to mess with you about when you covered your face with shame, groaning in response.

"It was nothing. I'm telling you, I got busy thinking and didn't pay attention to where my eyes were," you stated disgruntledly, trying to be as casual about the conversation topic as possible in hopes that it would make it die out faster.

"Yeah, right," Toph mocked, now starting to join in on the ridiculing that should've ended 30 seconds ago, "I bet you were doing it on purpose and are just making the zoning out thing up to not get caught."

The metal bender got more comfortable in her sideways position on the floor before looking in your direction. For a blind woman, she sure did have a talent for knowing where to look to make eye contact.

"You can admit Zuko is pretty handsome," she kept on going, manipulating a small rock to head in the firebender’s direction and circle his upper body. You dragged your eyes over to look at him, wondering if he was hating the situation as much as you, only to be met with a rather flustered expression.

Although he wasn't saying anything or interacting with the discourse, Zuko was visibly red in the face. His shoulders were nearly steaming from how hot he was.

'He's probably just surprised at the direction the conversation went in,' you thought to yourself, not questioning his reaction much. 'It's nothing.'

Thinking about reactions, it had just dawned on you that neither of the other males in the room had said a single word since you apologized. Looking over at Sokka and Aang, you noticed that they seemed rather...tame with the whole theatrical.

They didn't seem overjoyed at the opportunity to dogpile on you about something silly like they usually would. Instead, their faces reflected that of hidden discontent. 

Sokka was wearing a smile like usual, but the ends of his mouth shifted from time to time as if he were forcing himself to do it for appearances. Aang was barely reciprocating Katara’s physical affection, spiritlessly wrapping his arm around her waist while mundanely looking around the room.

Their reactions were inherently odd compared to how you last remembered them acting. However, again, it has been several years since everyone's gotten together like this. Perhaps they've just grown up and changed.

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Nighttime had officially fallen, and everyone had mutually decided it was time to rest. After a bit of rearranging had been done to better set up for sleeping, the crew had started to pull out their own bed linens and do whatever else was needed before lying down. 

You had found yourself taking the space between Zuko and Sokka, dropping your blanket and slowly following it onto the ground as well. Sluggishly mumbling a goodnight to the rest of the group, you closed your eyes and instantly began dwindling into a limbo between wakefulness and sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.

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Gradually evening out your breathing, you tried focusing on the black behind your eyelids and disconnecting from the rest of your surroundings. In the process of doing so, though, you heard a shuffling coming from in front of you. 

‘Someone's just probably changing positions,’ you thought to yourself. ‘It's not like sleeping on a cave floor is the most ideal resting location.’

Just when you were about to return to your previous activity of zoning into nothingness, you heard something again, but this time it was coming near you. Someone was up, but that shouldn't bother you. There isn't any danger from anyone in the team. You're safe, and as far as you know nobody from the outside is coming in.

Still, you opened your eyes just to peek at who exactly it was and what they were doing at this hour of the night. You did not expect, however, to be met with Zuko hovering over you, his stature unwavering even as he came to realize you were, in fact, awake.

"Uhm, hey there, Zuko," you started, a slight concern present in your voice by the odd interaction. "Everything alright?" The buffer man did nothing but gaze down at you for a few more seconds.

It was when you were about to go in again with another question that he finally acted, kneeling down to meet you at face level and inching towards yours. Somewhat appalled by the action, you attempted to lean back and put some space between the two of you, but just as you were starting to, another hand made contact with your neck, halting your movement.

Slightly jumping at the unexpected intervention, you turned around to be met with Sokka already looking back at you, his loosened hair cascading over the front of his face, giving him a rather alluring appearance. 

"Why are you up?" Zuko grilled in a low voice, though it came out more like a statement with how harsh his voice sounded. While asking, he leaned forward again, but this time his body language came off more territorial than usual. Your knees bumped together as he took a hold of your forearm, seeming as if ready to drag you away from the other man.

"The same reason you are," Sokka bit back, pulling out a smile as he gave Zuko an all-knowing look. You now wore a perplexed expression, completely unaware of whatever hidden message was being spelled out behind the pair’s short sentences to one another. What exactly was Zuko here to do?

You didn't have to wait much longer for that question to be answered, though, as Sokka pulled his arm back—your hair that was held by that same hand went with it. He forced the back of your head onto his collarbone, instantly diving into an open-mouth kiss. The tactician’s tongue played inside your mouth, making room for itself without prior notice.

Your eyes widened at the intrusion, too surprised to do anything. Too caught up in the obscurity of the moment to fight back or do anything but make an alarmed noise. 

"You—" Zuko spit out, catching himself before going off the handle over what he was seeing in front of him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Everyone should've been asleep, and the two of you should be kissing. Yet, now that the situation has been changed, there's nothing he can do except modify his plan.

The flame king clenched his teeth, taking a breath before crawling towards you. Just because Sokka landed the first move didn't mean it was over for him. He slowly brought his hands to rest on your thighs, using them as leverage to put his weight as he neared your necks. The firebender began to leave soft kisses from your collarbone to your neck, finding home on one of your scent glands and beginning to suck. If Sokka got the first kiss, he was going to be the first to leave a mark on you.

You groaned into Sokka’s mouth at the sensation on your neck, subconsciously wrapping a hand around Zuko’s waist to keep him there. The man who was responsible for tonguing you seemed to take notice of this, a new rage filling him at the reciprocation in touch. How come Zuko got it and not him? Why were you even looking at his chest earlier? Did everything have to always be about him?

Deep in his thoughts, Sokka ripped his lips away from yours and dug into your neck instead. However, he wasn't as sweet with his markings as the fire lord. The inventor locked his canines into the skin in between your shoulder and neck, biting down without a second thought. An uncomfortable grunt came from your throat. Moving your irises down to look at the skin after feeling a trickling wet sensation on it, only to be met with your own blood flowing down and seeping into your clothes.

"W-what did you do?" you asked, a visible quiver in your voice at the fact that you already knew the answer. Sokka dragged his eyes back to your own, a small grin of satisfaction on his face. Lowering his head, he licked the open wound, not breaking eye contact with you as he lapped up the spilling red liquid. That seemed to have gotten your attention away from the other male.

While in a dazed state and still looking at the clear bite mark on your trapezius, you heard another shuffle come from across the cave. That's when reality hit you again: there were several other people in the lair that could wake up at any given moment and see the scenario unfolding.

Although you told yourself that scared you, and your stomach filled with anxiety at the thought, you somehow felt an additional mix of arousal at the idea too. That small drop of it must've been enough to cause your body to react, as you felt yourself growing.

Zuko seemed to notice it too, looking down to be met with a clear bulge sticking forward in your pants. Continuing to gaze at it, he moved one hand away from your thigh and cupped your clothed penis. A ragged breath tore through your lips at the feeling. This caused the fire lord to snap his head back up, looking at your pleased expression and uneven breathing that was mildly hitting his face.

A blush crept up his cheeks as he swallowed down the saliva that had unknowingly been building up in his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he whispered, letting himself catch a small peck from your unguarded lips before lowering his head to be between your legs. Though the contact of lips merely lasted for a second, you could feel just how high his body temperature was. Had he not been the leader of the Fire Nation, you would have become concerned at just how hot he was. 

You got distracted from his steamy kiss, however, when you heard the shuffling from before again, but this time it seemed more consistent. Hearing a groan, you turned your head to be met with Aang slowly waking up. Your heart started beating even harder, a mix of feelings seeping into your skin. 

The moment you were experiencing had happened so fast that you hadn't even thought to yourself what you would do if another member woke up. You hadn't exactly wanted this, so should you ask for help? Yet again, you weren't exactly fully opposed either. 

Not much time to think was given, though, before Aang rubbed any sleepiness he had left over from his eyes and scanned the view in front of him. After shifting his now wide eyes back and forth and analyzing what was going on, his pupils ultimately landed on you. Staring back at him, you said nothing, but your expression was an amalgamation of panic, anxiety, and arousal.

A beat passed without anyone saying anything, but eventually the avatar slowly rose from his bed, walking more casually than you would've expected towards the scene. Squatting down in front of you, he cupped your face and leaned into a kiss. His kiss was less intense and aggressive than Sokka’s, but just as hungry. He let himself moan into the kiss, seemingly enjoying the small yet heated act of intimacy.

"Not gonna say hello or anything before crashing the party?" probed Sokka through heavy breaths. One of his hands was down his pants and the other up his shirt, twitching his right nipple. He had become so spellbound by the bite mark he left on you that he'd been lapping and sucking on it for minutes, getting off at just how dark and noticeable he could make that singular mark of his on your skin.

Aang spared him a glance before returning his attention back to you, not completely in the mood for talking.

"It's not like there's much to say. And anyways, I obviously showed up late, so I have some catching up to do." He simply stated, closing his eyes to continue the kiss while slowly reaching to hold one of your hands. 

By this point you had stopped including rationality or morals into the mix. You were so drawn in by the kiss that it hadn't even hit you that out of all three men, Aang was very much taken. The man who was necking you like he needed you in order to breathe was in a relationship with a woman who was less than 20 feet away from you.

The thought itself punched your gut with guilt, but with the way he was kissing you the negative feeling slowly transitioned into one of excitement. You eagerly kissed back, letting the airbender intertwine your guys' hands together as you made out. It wasn't your responsibility anyway to deal with the way people went about their relationships.

A sharp inhale was forced into your lungs as you felt a warm sensation overtake your cock. Slightly opening your eyes, you lowered your vision to be met with Zuko and his mouth wrapped around your cock. You could see the tip of it poke out through his cheek as he made his best attempt at taking you all in. 

Utilizing your free hand, you moved it over to be on top of his head, caressing and petting his hair in a way of showing praise for his actions. The lord peered back up at you, his half-lidded eyes making their best attempt to stay on you as he swallowed, making more space in his throat for your dick to pierce through. 

"Lean back for me, baby," heaved out the strategist behind you, freeing the hand latched to his nipple and making a feeble attempt at pushing your shoulder down to put you on your back. You obliged, momentarily removing your hand from Zuko’s head—who seemed rather saddened by the missing physical contact—to balance yourself as you lay on your back, stretching your legs out to give the one between them better access.

Aang followed you down the whole way, continuing to smooch you like a lovesick puppy. It really started to make you wonder just how devoted he was to Katara with how feverishly he was about a simple kiss.

When he leaned back to catch his breath, Sokka took that as an opportunity to use your mouth for himself. Putting a hand on your chest, he used his other to peel off any clothing item that was on his lower body. Once they were discarded, he crawled closer to you, putting a leg on either side of your neck and straddling your face.

Without even needing to speak, you knew what he wanted to do and instantly cooperated, moving one hand to get a firm hold on his thighs as you helped lower him onto your face. Now that your mouth was taken, Aang resorted to kissing your free hand instead, slowly moving it over to his lips. The wet sensation of his tongue rolling around your middle and index fingers was felt directly as he sucked on them while palming himself through his pants. 

You laid your tongue flat under Sokka’s ass, licking a long line from his balls to his brown hole. This seemed to appease him, evident by the strained exhale that left his lips. Deciding to stop teasing, you went for the real motive. Pointing your tongue, you wiggled it into his anus, letting a finger you had previously wet tease around the edges before ultimately sinking in too. The inventor arched his back at the intrusion, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep his voice down while you worked your way into his hole.

The change in pace seemed to have struck a nerve for the element bender more down south. Zuko retracted his lips away from your cock and impatiently started to part ways with his lower-body garments as well. Throwing them off to the side, he inched closer to your midbody, deciding to straddle your hips before he made a reach for your cock again.

Aang had by this point soaked your fingers in enough of his saliva that it dripped down the back of your hand and onto your wrist. He pulled back from it, a string still connecting to your middle finger before fully detaching. 

Lowering his pants just enough to unsheathe his cock, he moved your hand over to position it in a way that your palm would immediately make contact with his base. As you felt around it, you wrapped your hand around his dick with a firm hold, going to toy with the tip and realizing it was already leaking pre-cum. 

A groan left your mouth and reverberated into Sokka’s tight walls as you felt Zuko’s warm ones take in your cock. The sensation mildly came off as painful first due to the lack of prep he had done for himself, too eager to have you inside him to consider the faults of his rushed plan.

However, his walls were soooo warm. He absolutely lived up to the fire lord name with how heated and comfortable the muscles taking your penis in were. A small groan of discomfort left his mouth at the initial penetrating sensation, but eventually he started to move, not seeming to let the tenuous pain get in his way.

“Do you feel it, Y/n?” he called out, looking down at the visible bump in his stomach from your cock. He felt himself twitch just from the sight below him. Moving a hand over to lay it over the protruding skin, he instinctively tightened around you even more. “We’re one now, too.”

He placed his hands on your torso while swaying his hips, moving them in a circular motion as he made his best attempt to properly ride you. Although the lack of preparation made for an uncomfortable start, the more he grinded down on your dick, the more tolerable it became.

Just when he was about to start speeding up, the side of your cock hit a bundle of nerves that made him gasp, suddenly freezing at the spike of pleasure he felt. When he tried moving again, he realized it was a lot harder to hit that same spot with the way he was positioned. 

He grounded his feet on the floor, taking a squatting position before begging to bounce up and down on your dick. The change had absolutely helped, as he was more frequently able to make contact with the spot.

"U-ughhh, Y/n, Y/n, Y-Y/n, this feels really good," whined the man, getting cock-drunk the more stretched out his walls became from your erect piece of flesh. His eyes started to unfocus as he didn't know where to look while feeling this almost unbearable amount of pleasure.

With Zuko now having a repeated pace he was fucking himself on your cock with this caused you to also start reacting to the building feeling in your abdomen. Pulling your finger out of Sokka’s anus, you wrapped your hand around his thigh, squeezing it as a method to mildly ground yourself. 

Focusing instead on protruding your tongue as deep as you could inside him, you used that hand to push him even closer to your face. 

While moving your tongue near the middle of his walls, he suddenly clenched around your tongue, letting out a small mewl and clawing at your thorax. Seeing this as a good sign, you repeated your assault on that specific angle, locking your arm around his thigh when he tried rising from your tongue or squirming away. 

With your opposite hand, you had started to fully jerk Aang off, utilizing the pre he had been leaking as a form to more smoothly glide your hand on his cock. He had been able to better handle the sensation of pleasure than the other two men, focusing on keeping his breathing evened and as quiet as possible. 

Yet, even with not being as loud as them, his pleasure could be visibly seen by his arrows actively glowing. He had also put a portion of his weight on one arm, slowly starting to feel himself collapse the closer he got to reaching his high. Even with his energies being down, though, he made an attempt at reciprocating your actions by repeatedly pushing his hips forward, humping your hand in return for the service. 

"T-thank you f-for this, Y/n," he huffed out, trying to put together words without letting out an audible moan. With the hand not supporting his weight, he laid it on your forearm, wanting to have more physical contact with you even aside from the one already taking place.

"I-I," Zuko whimpered, taking in a few breaths before trying his sentence again, "I'm going to cum soon." Had you not been tongue-deep in Sokka’s ass, you would’ve realized that the firebender was heating up like crazy. 

Aside from his walls sucking you in so warmly, his back—leading up to his shoulders—and thighs were releasing steam at a rapid pace. It’s surprising he hasn’t caught on fire by this point.

Sokka agreed with his message by nodding his head, opening his mouth to speak, but only an airy moan came out.

"Me too," he added, biting his lip the closer he got to his climax. He’d started grinding his hips back into your face, alternating from shifting away at your abuse towards his prostate. “I-I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Aang was the only one of the three that stayed quiet, seeming too caught up on your hand pumping him to care about the other two’s words. Yet, he too felt himself building up and getting ready to explode. Anyone could tell, really, if they simply looked at him. He was lighting up like a glow stick the closer he got to reaching his peak.

Five more bounces later and Zuko had started shaking, his orgasm overtaking him as he clenched and unclenched around your cock. He wasn’t able to actually say anything, but small strained noises left his lips while he aimlessly looked up at the ceiling of the cave. 

His seed spilled all over your stomach, dripping down to nearly reach your belly button. The flame king’s breathing continued to waver as he felt his limbs collapsing, the overexertion from riding you taking a toll now that the high was coming to an end.

But it didn't come without the seeping of your own semen starting to fill him too. He softly gasped as he let himself hunch over, using your cum-splattered stomach for leverage while you let your load out inside him.

Sokka came next, the moans from you reaching your own peak being the last thing he needed to be thrown over the edge and climax as well. His thighs tightened around your head as he bit his hand to cheaply cover his moans. He tipped his cum on your pecs, some of it still dripping from his tip, painting little dots in the middle of your collarbone.

As Sokka and Zuko both were catching their breaths, stooped over and holding onto a part of your core for leverage, they timidly made eye contact. They were practically breathing on each other from how close in proximity they were. 

The non-bender decided to make the move first, and he weakly reached out for the flame bender’s face, pulling him into a tired and messy kiss. Although mildly surprised, the other didn't pull back and soon started to kiss back. The two silently rejoiced in the kiss, seemingly content with what they got out of tonight.

Aang finished last, an extra few pumps from you being enough to finally join the rest of you in the euphoria that came with experiencing sexual relief.

With his mouth agape but no sound coming out of it, his arrows maintained an unwavering glow throughout his whole orgasm, and his eyes fully went bright too for a few seconds before calming down. His cum dribbled onto your closed fist, gradually slipping downwards and seeping into the web space between your thumb and index finger.

The avatar used the hand previously grabbing yours and slid it over to your knuckles, extending his fingers to intertwine his hand with yours once again, letting his still warm semen mix into both of your palms.

Everyone seemed to have been satisfied for tonight.

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The next day you had mysteriously risen with a fever. Nothing deadly, but definitely not well enough for you to move much for the day.

"You were just fine yesterday," stated Katara, organizing her bag before getting started on whatever needed to be done that day. "I just don't understand where this could have come from in such little time."

"Maybe those guys chasing us had something to do with it," guessed Toph, shrugging her shoulders while putting her hair up. It's true, there hadn't been that big of a time window in between yesterday, when you were doing just fine, and today, when you're practically bedridden.

But there definitely had been a lot of action, and none of the men in the room seemed to want to offer any explanation for your sudden decrease in health.

"I'm not too sure what happened, but someone should stay near Y/n while the rest of us go out," Katara sighed, seeming both concerned and irritated at your condition.

"The three of us can stay behind, and you two look for resources today," chimed Sokka, getting closer to you and putting a hand to your forehead, checking your body temperature. "There's a decent chance someone might locate us here, and if that happens we won't be able to move as efficiently with one of us being weaker."

Katara wanted to interject, but Zuko and Aang cut her short by immediately expressing their agreement with Sokka’s idea. She eventually gave up on proposing any other agenda and went on her way with Toph, leaving you alone with the three other men.

Nothing to worry about anyways; they were obviously going to take good care of you.

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[urinarythreatinfection]

I finished! This took way longer than it should've tbh considering it isn't very long, but i kept getting distracted by games and other ideas. Sorry for taking so long. Here's the reveal @hurlingdown it's mee!! I'm 👻! I had a nightmare someone else posted something claiming to be 👻 but its me.

How to Breed your Captain

Shanks x Male!Reader. Top reader, omegaverse. 3327 words. 't' thoughts. Shanks has a posay.

You’re sitting down, sipping on some ale, when you realize Shanks hasn’t been back yet. You and Shanks were chatting when he said that he was “gonna take a piss”. However, that was around 10 minutes ago and he still isn’t back. You’re starting to get a little concerned. You know how your captain is when he’s drunk, and you knew he didn’t look all there when he had left, but he hadn’t even drank that much. He’s an experienced drinker, even if he’s known as a drunk he wouldn’t get woozy over what was around a mug and a half of ale. ‘Did he drink earlier without telling me?’ You think to yourself, that being the only option you can think of to why he would look off while leaving or take this long. The thought doesn’t help your anxiety though, I mean he gets clumsy and even more carefree when he’s not all there, what if he slipped and hit his head on the toilet, or threw up hard enough that he passed out? Your leg bounces anxiously, Shanks is a grown man that should be able to handle himself but you know that isn’t always the truth, almost as much as Beckman. “Dammit.” You curse and put your mug of ale down, unable to handle the anxiety anymore. You’ll have to get up to go check up on the idiot, that’s what you thought since when you get to the bathroom it’s empty. “Did he go to his room?” You mumble and walk over to his cabin. He does have a bathroom in there, though it doesn’t make sense he would go all the way over there for it. Maybe he forgot that he was having a conversation with you on the way to the bathroom and went to sleep. When you get to his room you knock on the door, smells kinda off, maybe he’s sick. “Captain!?” You yell out, man if you didn’t care about him this much you would’ve just left him to his devices. ‘Should I just.. open the door..?’ You wonder. Deciding against it you hold your ear to the door, trying to listen for any snores. When you don’t hear any you get concerned, you can tell the light it on. The smell is getting weirder too, did he actually throw up? Your head feels fuzzy too, maybe the ale was stronger than you both thought..

[Earlier]

“fuck…” Shanks mumbles as he walks down the hallway. It’s taking everything he has to keep his pheromones inside his body, using all his experience of holding in pain both physical and mental to help him. Holding things in is making it worse, he’s just making himself emotional faster, but he can’t be spotted like this. His thoughts go to earlier, when you two were drinking. He had already started feeling off around you lately, sometimes he forgets he’s an omega since he takes blockers and doesn’t really pay attention to those specific labels, so he brushed it off as him just taking a liking to you. He fucks because he can, and any parts that are different are just the things given to him. The only times he remembers he’s an omega is when he’s reminded, either during sex or during medical appointments, though sometimes he isn’t paying attention even then.. Well he wishes he was paying attention now. Hongo had always told him that even if he took blockers that he should keep track of when he was supposed to have heats, just in case something ever went wrong during those times; but Shanks being Shanks, pushed that aside. He wouldn’t need to know all that, if anything happened he would just deal with it, Hongo keeps track anyway; so the doctor could just deal with it. Medical stuff isn’t his specialty.

‘I might be the biggest idiot in the world.’ Shanks tells himself as he shoves his door open and falls onto his bedroom floor, kicking it closed with his foot. Why hadn’t he put it together? Liking you, starting to feel off around you recently, feeling hornier than usual… why did it not click? What’s wrong with him? Is he stupid? Shanks lets out a small groan as he presses his thighs together, already feeling the slick between them. He had heard before of something like love activating a heat even if blockers were taken, but it was rare and sounds way too romantic. Plus, Shanks is more than grown now. Healthy, but not a teenager that can’t control their hormones. He slides a hand down to his pants, over his crotch, and presses down. Pleasure shoots through him and he tries to cover his mouth to muffle a moan, forgetting that he doesn’t have another hand to muffle it with. It makes him jolt and he shakily sits up and tries to sense if anyone is near, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel anyone. He manages to get onto his feet, trying to imagine he’s just drunk as he flops onto his bed on his stomach; then rolls onto his back. ‘Should I knock myself out?’ He considers seriously, knowing how it feels to have a heat without a partner. It’s miserable, no matter how many times you cum it keeps feeling like it isn’t enough. What’s worse is you just get depressed too! God he would rather go through a terrible hangover. His crotch is pulsing, fluttering and clenching around nothing as his breath starts to quicken. Shanks slips a hand into his pants and parts his lips, the amount of slick he feels making him flinch. “God what am I this wet for?” He mumbles and his mind immediately goes to you, making his womb throb in response with a whine. He isn’t an insecure man, but you’ve never really shown any genuine interest in him. You’ve flirted with him, maybe even alluded to a fling, but he doesn’t want a fling. Here it goes with the negative thoughts. He likes you, he loves you, even if he shouldn’t. He’s your captain and older than you. An older omega… would he even be able to give pups at this age? The thought rings through him and he tears up with a whine. He’s pushing 40, he isn’t as fertile as he used to be, even if he’s an omega he isn’t good enough. His body isn’t good for pups, he drinks and fights and he’s above his prime. He aged like fine wine appearance wise but what does that matter? Shanks is just a pretty face and a pretty body. His fingers play with his clit as he starts to cry softly, feeling pathetic. When he was younger he cursed the people who told him he would regret not having pups while he was young, he still does now; but when in his heat... he agrees with them. It’s the hormones, this is known, but this pain is real. He keens out for a mate that isn’t there. A dangerous man, a whore, used up and useless. All these things that would never bother him, things that he even sometimes took pridefully, fill his mind and make him miserable. It makes his first orgasm feel like shit, the pleasure doing nothing. ‘Useless useless useless’ his omega mind tells him as he turns his head to the side, unable to even wipe his tears.

[Now]

You sniff the door more, trying to figure out what it is until you catch a whiff of something. It feels erotic at first, like alcohol, which is why you mistook it as maybe your breath from the ale; but you start to realize that it isn’t. You press your nose to the door and sniff again, smelling it stronger. Salty, a stinging like alcohol and the salty sea. It smells like Shanks, but it’s usually softer than this, more calm. This smells more… unstable. Even when he was drunk he didn’t smell like this. The scent turns rotten, more salty and more like wine that wasn’t sealed properly, negative and stressful “Captain?” You call out as you knock on the door again, getting less irritated due to worry. Unknown to you, Shanks hears you, but it only made him feel better for a moment. It’s a whirlpool, he’s happy you’re here, happy you sound worried, but what now? The only good parts of him are the fact that he’s confident, sure of himself. If he isn’t then he would just be some insecure, pathetic, drunk, old omega giving himself away. No, no, he can’t let you see him like this. You get a headache as the scent gets weaker, then stronger as he tries and fails to hold it in. “Captain, are you okay? What’s going on? Should I call someone?”

“No!” He yells out instinctively, startling you slightly.

“Okay.. I will.. not—call someone.” You respond, still hesitant. You’re close to Shanks but not as close as maybe Beckman, another omega. “Are you sure though? I can call Beckman.” Shanks thinks about that, that actually might make him feel a bit better; but Beckman isn’t you. Plus he has a feeling Beckman would just scold him, maybe even tell him to go to you. God he’s pathetic. “Captain, I know we aren’t as close but is there something I can do?”

…

“C..Can you just… stay here?” He mumbles, it’s quiet to the point where you can barely hear it.

‘He wants me to stay!?’ You think to yourself, shocked. You’ve already gotten hard from his pheromones, what if you say something stupid? “Uh are you su-”

“You don’t want to?” Shanks sounds vulnerable, weak, and you shake your head quickly despite him not being able to see it.

“No, no, I’m okay staying here,” ‘God he sounds so cute I wanna see him.’ “I was more worried that you don’t actually want me here.” You say, your mind spinning a little. You’re doing your best to stay calm, unfortunately that’s only making Shanks feel worse since he’s thinking that he’s so unattractive that you’re completely fine despite his pheromones going strong. “I just want to make you feel better.” Caught in a bad spot, the two of you are. Shanks is insecure and feeling worse because you seem completely fine, and you’re doing your best to hold yourself together because Shanks is distressed. This is going nowhere but down. “Are you uhm.. in heat? Did you forget your blockers?”

“Gods, I didn’t. It would make things easier if it were just that.” Shanks says, biting his lip when he slips a finger inside himself.

‘Why is he so emotional, am I doing something wrong? Am I this emotional during a rut?’ Your mind races as you try to think of anything to save this. You try to think of something that you would like to hear during a stressful rut. “..Do you need help?” When you’re met with silence you consider playing it off as a bad joke but then there’s a response.

“What good is helping an old geezer like me?” He says, his voice sad. Your mind goes blank for a moment, what is he saying? He’s completely out of your league asking what good is there? He isn’t even that old!

“Well- uh.. you’re sexy?” You sound a bit unsure, not knowing if you’re doing something good. When you smell him slightly calm you feel slight relief. Shanks may not want just a fling, but hearing the person he loves call him sexy is always a plus. “You’re super hot, and you’re incredibly attractive in all ways both physically and personality wise.” You keep throwing out compliments, flooding them in as your captain’s pheromones seem to be reacting positively. “I know I make fun of your arm jokes but they’re actually funny, even when they’re not they’re funny in an unfunny way; especially since you always look so bright and proud of yourself when you get the perfect opportunity to make one. Your eyes crinkle up happily, it’s super cute.” His sadness is subsiding and turning into a small glee as you continue, his hips bucking into his fingers. You press your hands against the door, “You’re the most desirable person and omega I've ever me-” and fall through it onto Shanks’s bedroom floor. Oh. When the redhead had struggled inside earlier he hadn’t closed it properly, so it opened at the pressure. He stares at your form on the ground, not sure whether to laugh or beam that you’re inside. You get up onto your knees and your brain immediately goes numb from the smell of him, the scent through the door can’t compare to this. It makes your mouth water and you forget about your embarrassment. Shanks is about to ask if you’re okay when you get up onto your feet and look at him, your pupils dilating at the sight. Your captain is laying there, propped up on his elbow. You can see glistening on his fingers, slick. He follows your gaze and gets embarrassed.

“Had to make do, being alone and all.” He mumbles, trying to play it cool. Exceedingly hard when his face is still flushed and his muscles are tensing from trying not to pull you to him. You walk over to him and grab his wrist, making him flinch and gasp when you wrap your lips around his wet fingers, groaning at the taste. His womb throbs and he purrs involuntarily from the action, his body pleased that his alpha is here. “(Y/n) I-”

“Shh, I’m here now.” You pull back and move yourself between his legs, your tent above his clothes weeping cunt. “Fuck, I can almost feel how wet it is just from this.” You grind down on him and he throws his head back with a cry, pleasure shooting through him as his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You can’t help it, you need to fuck him, your hands go to the hem of his pants and pull it all off. He’s wet, it would be so easy to thrust into him, you put your tip at his entrance and pause.

“...?” Shanks props himself up to look at you, you’re sweating and clenching your teeth. You’re holding back, Shanks hasn’t given consent yet and your body is punishing you for daring to stop yourself from breeding an omega in front of you; but you can’t, you can’t do this to your captain if he doesn’t want it just because you couldn’t control yourself. Shanks realizes this and grabs your shirt to pull you down for a kiss, his lips moving against yours passionately until he pulls back. “Fuck me.” He whispers. “Please…” Your eyes fog over and you grab his legs to pull him back onto your cock while thrusting into him, his body adjusting to you immediately as he gasps. So ready for cock and now he’s all yours. He’s already a mess below you, squirming. It’s not long before his walls pulse around you and he wails, his orgasm coming suddenly after being pent up and distressed this whole time. His arm clutches onto the back of your shirt as your hips move, “Breed me please please I need it.” gripping onto it so hard you’re sure it’ll stretch out. It doesn’t matter though, not when his pussy is clenching around you so well as he begs you to give him pups. Him being a powerful pirate or the captain of an important crew doesn’t matter, he just wants to be your omega. Fuck, you’ll keep him pregnant over and over until he can’t think about anything except getting bred and taking care of his pups, your pups. Your knot starts to inflate and Shanks lets out pheromones to give you every sign he wants it, shaking as he reaches his second orgasm. Gummy walls squeeze around you and leak slick as he cries out while you continue to fuck him; painting his insides with your seed. Your knot slowly forces its way inside with your thrusts until it pops inside of him with a squelch. Shanks feels dizzy, happy, he puts his hand on his stomach purring until he remembers how old he is. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you rub your scent glands onto his.

“Pups.. I'm.. it’d be hard for me to get them.” He feels like crying, tearing up while he looks away feeling ashamed. You think for a moment, then pick him up and walk towards the door that’s still open with your dick still inside him, closing it. You won’t need to lock it, everyone will get the hint the moment they even get near the hallway. You plop down onto the bed with him on your lap and thrust up into Shanks, your knot still inside.

“It doesn’t matter. If it’s hard for you to get pups then we can keep trying.” You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll do it over and over until your womb is overflowing with me.” Shanks pants, his eyes glazing over at your romantic(?) words.

“Alpha~” He whines and you pull him in for a kiss, making out with him until your knot unswells enough you can lay him back on the mattress and hook his legs over your shoulders into a mating press. You kiss him one more time before thrusting into his wet cunt, squelching with slick as you fuck your own cum deeper into him. Your mouth goes to his neck, sucking hickeys where you’re planning on biting him once his heat is over. When you can fuck your seed into him and mate him while he’s fully himself. This angle is deeper than before and you feel the tip of your dick kiss his cervix, making his head throw back with pleasure as slick drips down your balls and coats your thighs. His plump chest from his muscles move with each thrust, nipples perked up like they’re already going to lactate. Your hand goes to one and squeezes the flesh there, his heat making them softer than usual. He likes it, cries getting louder since he can’t speak anymore. Your knot swells up for the second time and he cums again, struggling to make more noise that shows he’s yours as his throat goes sore. It doesn’t even matter if he didn’t love you, your dick is too addictive, he’d never be able to have another. You pound into him and his cervix, one hand on his thigh and the other on his breast. You’re a perfect match and as you slam into him the to his cervix shoots your cum directly into his womb as your cock ruins his pussy for the second time.

“My omega.” You mumble and kiss him again as he manages to purr happily, your scents mixing together like you’re already mated.

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Shanks pants, his red hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as you fuck into him. Your clothes around the bed into a nest as soon as you both calmed enough to let him make one. His stomach is swollen with your seed, you’ve been breeding him for days now because of this strong pent up heat and now his brain is numb with nothing but you. You finally slip out of him with a pop and jizz pours from his used hole, loose and bred. His breasts have bites on them and the nipples swollen along with his clit from being played with so many times. You lean over and peck his kiss bitten lips, tears of pleasure staining his cheeks. “Pretty omega, my pretty captain omega~” You continue to kiss his face and he sighs in relief, closing his eyes. This was rough for the both of you to do for so long but you both have good stamina and you’ll learn soon how clingy Shanks can be as your mate.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Dude I keep trying to do my book report but the book is so boring bro. I feel bad saying that since it's based on a true story but I'm trying my best. I might be cooked though it's due today. Have this that I wrote instead.

Charm You to Jealousy

Shanks x top male reader. Smut. Reader gets jealous because Shanks is handsome. Spoilers for Ep 1112. This isn't dubcon Shanks just likes being whiny. 3,180~ words.

“Haha..” Shanks laughs awkwardly as he catches the woman that lunged onto him. Everyone around him fawns over him, worrying over if he’s going to be okay or that he doesn’t need to be the one to defeat Kid. He’s flattered, he really is, but he needs to get going! He doesn’t mean to underestimate Kid, but he doesn’t overestimate him either. He holds the woman to his body for a moment before pulling back and walking to the dock. He turns back to look at them “Don’t worry, our enemies are famously weak.” The redhead says cheekily. It’s only when his expression lands on you that it falters ever so slightly. There’s a smile on your face as you look at how beloved he is, the way women he’s most likely been with before you swoon over him, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s when he’s about to say bye to you, to try and show he hasn’t forgotten about you, when his eyes widen and his observation haki gives him a vision of an unfortunate future. Panic fills his mind and he takes one quick glance at you then quickly jumps off to save everyone. You watch him go, it’s to be expected. How admirable he is, you love him for that; plus, your comfort in the moment is much less than the lives of countless. You look down at the women that were with him, resting your chin on your hand. They’re pretty, the type of women Shanks was into before you two started to date. You don’t have their large breasts or their soft features, nor the body meant to connect with someone the opposite gender. You aren’t one to feel too insecure about that, of course. It’s been proven enough that Shanks is more than into you. You look out into the ocean, watching as your love saves the day once again. An ugly emotion blooms in your heart, unwelcome and dark.

…………..

After everything is done, he finally gets a moment to rest his mind. Looking at the sinking ship of the Kid pirates, he sighs. “Kids these days get too strong too fast.” He says as he walks further onto the Red Force. Shanks expected Kid to have gotten stronger, but enough to destroy multiple ships at once was unexpected. It’s then that your expression comes to mind, the smile that didn’t reach your eyes. He looks around a few times after he remembers but doesn’t see you “Shit.” He mumbles to himself. His crew overhears this and start to snicker despite Shanks’s small panic.

“In trouble, Captain?” Yasopp asks teasingly and Shanks sighs as they sail back to the island’s dock.

“Hopefully not too much..” The redhead says, but before he can go look for you inside the ship, people call for him. ‘Dammit.’ What’s worse, he feels your gaze on him. It’s harsh, and he resists the urge to shiver. He needs to go find you, but he should calm his subordinates first. He hops off of the ship and, again, a woman hugs his waist. She clings to him happily and he puts his hand on her hip, trailing it up to pat her back. “See? I told you everything would be fine.” He tells everyone.

“You took care of him so easily! We have to have a celebration!” One of the men say and Shanks, for the first time in a long while, actually feels not that excited for a celebration. He’s always excited to drink, of course, but the longer he keeps you waiting the worse things are going to be.

“A celebration for beating such a weak pirate?” He asks, raising a brow. “You sure you aren’t just using me as an excuse to party?”

“Nonsense! Our chief saving our island and people is always a cause for celebration!” The man responds and everyone cheers.

‘This isn’t working out.’ Shanks thinks to himself. “That sounds great but I should get going.”

“Ehhh? Already?” They all yell. “We wanted to thank you for saving us though!”

“Yeah, sorry. No need to thank me either, it’s my fault a big shot came to this island.” The captain continues to try and escape from the people, picking up a few women to place them further back. Beckman watches this, amused. He almost considers letting the redhead deal with this himself, but alas, he is the first mate and he is supposed to help the captain.

“C'mon everyone, let the Captain rest.” Beckman tells them, patting one of them on the back while he motions for the other townspeople to leave as well.

“Yeah, don’t tire him out now, he’s gonna need his energy!” Lucky Roux says knowingly with a laugh, making Shanks cringe.

“Well, okay. See you later Chief!” The women and men say, a few giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they’re gone Shanks sighs in relief, then slowly trails his vision over to you, sweating as he notices an even more insincere smile on your face. You narrow your eyes sinisterly and head inside the ship. He curses and quickly makes his way inside too.

“We’ll save you a seat, Captain!” Lucky yells to him.

“Yeah, and we’ll make sure it’s cushioned too!” Yasopp adds and they all start to laugh, voices fading as Shanks follows you. He trails through the halls and eventually finds you, grabbing your shoulder to turn you towards him.

“Heyyyy!” He says with a friendly voice, “You know they don’t mean anything to me, right, love? Well not ‘anything’ but not like you-” He’s interrupted as you grab his collar and pull him into a rough kiss. He takes a step back, and you pin him to the wall. He shivers slightly as your tongue slips into his mouth and his into yours, intertwining the two muscles. Shanks grips onto your arm and groans softly when you lick the roof of his mouth. With that, you pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment. His face flushed as he catches his breath, voice full of anxious hope. “...Is this a sign you’re not that mad at me…?” The redhead asks, panicking as one of your hands slips under his shirt and grips tightly onto his waist. Your eyes narrow and your smile widens.

“What do you think?”

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“Hah~ nnGH~!” Shanks groans into the pillow, clutching the sheets beside his head like a lifeline as you slam into his lifted hips mercilessly. He’s already cum twice, you once, sweat glistening on his back as the muscles tense under your hand with every thrust. Your other hand goes to his hair and pulls his head up, his mind swimming as you lean over him.

“Don’t hide now, thought you loved the attention?” Your voice rumbles into his ear and his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back for a second when an especially hard pump hits his prostate harshly.

“s..sorry soRRy- AHh~!” Shanks moans with a gasp as you spank him, the hand on his back moving to squeeze one of his pecs.

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for. How could I blame my lover for being himself? Even if he’s an attention whore.” You pinch his swollen nipple harshly, sending pain and pleasure through his body. “I’ll give you the attention you crave, enough to feel it when you show yourself off to everyone else.” Shanks thinks about being in front of his subordinates, trying to hide the pain in his lower half and cover any marks made by you. The feeling of him squeezing around you makes you chuckle. “You liked that, didn’t you? The thought of them finding out their strong chief got fucked like a slut then tried going to their celebration like it didn’t happen. Wonder what those girls would think, knowing that. They probably think or even remember you as some dominant man. Fantasizing about you when the truth is you’re addicted to getting used by your boyfriend.” You grab and lift his torso up, wrapping your arms around his waist so you can pound into him so hard he forgets how to think; only able to let out a weak groan as he cums for the 3rd time. All that comes out of his mouth are moans and whines now, unable to form words as tears form in his eyes from overstimulation. That doesn’t matter though, you know he can keep going. “Is my pretty slut tired? You can give me one more, right?” You ask and he shakes his head, gasping when you press a hand on his lower stomach. “You can, don’t underestimate yourself.” Shanks whines as you suck a hickey into his back, whispering dirty praises into his ear until he’s aroused enough to get hard again. “There you go~” He feels like he’s about to collapse as you kiss the back of his neck. “C’mon, be good for me, Captain.” You stop to grind into him, making him groan at the feeling of your dick massaging his prostate. Your cum is pushed further into him and his dick twitches in pleasure.

“(Y/n)..” His voice rumbles as his eyes close, mind clearing up just enough to say your name.

“Turn your head.” You tell him and press your lips against his, his eyes going half lidded with a mewl as you start to thrust again. He’s kissing back despite his foggy head, instinct from making out with you. It’s not done yet though, and once you feel like he’s had enough time to calm you start getting rough again. He’s struggling to keep himself up, your arm wrapping around his waist the only thing keeping his hips lifted.

‘I’m.. gonna pass out.’ Shanks manages to think. ‘Feels too good…!’ He curses that he didn’t take care of Kid sooner, instead choosing to calm the nerves of the people first. Out of character for the captain, but he can’t think rationally when he’s getting fucked to an inch of his life and his love is upset with him. His orgasm starts to form inside of him and he pulls away from the kiss to pant. He’s gonna die, he’s gonna die and it’s because he’s too handsome and charming to be unpopular. Your voice reaches his ears, but his brain can’t make it out very well, just knowing that it’s you behind him. At least you’re the one that’ll kill him, this might not be so bad. He lets out a gasp when you twitch inside him then grab his dick. "W-Wait wait!” He’s able to cum untouched, but he’ll need a bit of help this time. He grabs your wrist, weakly tugging to no avail as you start to jerk him off. Shanks looks back at you with teary eyes, pleading.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just this last time. After that you can go to that party and pretend you’re a perfect handsome man. For now,” It doesn't work. You tighten your grip and he sobs. “I just need you to cum again for me.” He looks forward, tears streaming from his eyes as he feels himself reaching that peak again. Finally, he lets out a loud broken cry as he shakes and spasms around you. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.” You coo into his ear as it rips through him like lightning, pain and pleasure filling his body. You can’t hold back longer either, the urge to cum into him again filling your mind. Your grunts mix with his weak whimpers, so slutty and vocal for you. “I-I want you to remember this, everytime someone puts their hands or eyes on you with want, I want you to remember how easily you moan for my c-cock.” You grunt out, ending your sentence with your dick shooting cum into his warm walls. You don’t know if he heard you say that, but you know his body will remember for him. After a while of catching your breath you pull out of him, a lewd sticky noise accompanying before seeing your cum flow out of him. “Fuck, what a sight..." You mumble, burning the image into your head. Sweat glistens on his back and his head spins before he goes limp. “Ah.” You lay him down and turn him over onto his back, your breath catching in your throat. His hair sticks to his forehead, tears staining his face and his lips swollen with kissing and biting. There’s hand marks on his waist and hips, bite marks around his swollen nipples. He’s completely wrecked, his closed eyes opening just to look at you for a few seconds before he manages to give a weak smile; then he passes out. “Oops.” You exclaim, then look at the clock in the room. At this rate he’s gonna be late, but looking back at him you doubt he can go in this state; even if the thought is slightly nice to think about. Just a bit. Plus, your body is also a bit exhausted, to be honest. Love conquers all, though, and you get off of the bed and onto your feet; picking up your unconscious boyfriend to clean him up as best you can. It’s a bit difficult when he’s unconscious, but you make sure to use warm water and lots of care. He stays asleep the entire time, which isn't too surprising since he can sleep through most things; though he does make cute hums in his sleep when you rinse off his hair and snores when you’re drying him off. Once he’s all cleaned up you change the sheets quickly and place him onto the bed. It’s a good thing you’re strong, Shanks isn’t light by any means. You stand there, staring at him. ‘Is he.. gonna be able to go like this?’ You ask yourself, seeing his burnt out body. ‘I’ll go see Hongo just in case.’ As soon as you step into Hongo’s office he tosses icepacks and ointments to you.

“Here.” He’s too used to you and Shanks’s antics to be unprepared or surprised, especially when he could hear his captain’s moans while walking through the hallway to get to his office. “Seriously, I don’t know if I should be impressed with him or you that you guys manage to make that much noise. We even put soundproofed it too.” Hongo says with a sigh.

“I’m just that good.” You gloat jokingly, holding the items in your arms.

“Yeah, well, we don’t need to know to this extent.” The doctor replies and you laugh a little. “I don’t know how rough you were with him, but people are gonna be disappointed if the captain doesn’t go.” Your eyebrows furrow s the consequences of your actions settle in. “Don’t make that expression. He’s grown, he knew what he was doing.” You tilt your head in confusion but Hongo just waves you off to figure it out yourself. It’s when you get back to your shared room when you put the pieces together, could it have been on purpose? No way, right? Shanks is on the bed, snoring loudly. You walk over and put an icepack on his neck, causing him to jolt awake.

“Cold!” He yelps, coughing afterwards from the strain of his voice. You hand him a glass of water, he takes it and gulps it down. “Thanks, sweetiepie.” You stare at him and he’s confused. “What, do I have something on my face? Other than handsomeness, of course.” His voice is raspy, but you still catch the slight nervousness.

“Did you make me jealous on purpose?” You ask him and he quickly avoids eye contact. “So you did.” He scratches the back of his head.

“I didn’t think you would get that jealous.” The redhead mumbles and you resist the urge to shake him.

“I knew it was weird, you were leaning into those kisses and you didn’t need to put your hand near her ass either.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as Shanks laughs anxiously. He pats his lap.

“C’mon~ It’s not that big a deal. Plus, my hand was an appropriate distance away from her ass. I would kn-” You grab and squeeze his nose harshly. “Owowow sorry sorry, I couldn’t resist the joke!” If he wasn’t already a wreck you would’ve bonked his head by now.

“You’re going to the banquet.” You state, letting go of his nose.

“I want to, but I’m a little.. well..” He motions to his naked body covered in marks. “I’m getting old too, my hips hurt like hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if you aged them.”

“I said earlier that you would go, yeah? So you’re going. I’ll carry you over there like a pretty princess if I have to.” You tell him and he gets a serious look on his face as he actually considers the pros and cons of being carried like a pretty princess. The pros are he doesn’t have to walk over there and he can just use you instead of having to get up, the cons are that his crew would make fun of him and he isn’t sure how the rest would react. “You seemed pretty interested in people finding out earlier.” His cheeks tint slightly at that, he would allow it if it was just his immediate crew but there’s too many reasons to not do the same in front of everyone else.

“I’ll go, you can carry me some other time.” He stands up and almost falls over until you catch him. “Shit, you did a bigger number than me than I thought.” Shanks doesn’t want to leave everyone hanging though. Thankfully, you two are used to this. You put him down on the bed and put ointment on any bigger marks or bites, he shivers a little when you put it on his nipples. Once that’s done you dress him up and ice his eyes and lips. “Can’t see.” He says as the icepack covers his vision, voice muffled by the one on his lips.

“Hold it.” You tell him and he takes over icepack duty, you take the chance to put makeup over any visible marks. Would be easier to just button up his shirt but that would cause way more attention than a few faint marks. Once everything’s done he puts the icepacks down. To be honest, his face still looks like a mess.

“Maybe we can put some lipstick on me, only if you kiss it on tho-” You put the icepack back on his lips. Should be fine, Shanks looks a little rough all the time anyway. Maybe you guys can say it was the heat that did it.

………………

“Woohoo! Congratulations!” Yeah the excuse didn’t work. At least everyone was happy for you, even the women from before. They seemed really bummed at first but they changed their mind when they saw Shanks’s face and the faint marks. They started going to you instead or staring at Shanks in awe. Apparently it’s way more interesting to stare at a handsome man slightly wrecked than try and have him when he’s taken. Love conquers all, even if their curious stares are a little embarrassing.

Yeah I'm cooked lol its due in like 6 hours.

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Milk..?

Shanks x Top Male Reader. 3626 words.

Desc: Your boyfriend's chest suddenly start to feel off.

CW: Smut, fluff, lactation kink, breeding kink, relationship.

“Ah~♡ Fuck!♡”

“You’re so noisy.” You thrust harshly again and he lets out a pathetic whimper, yet you don’t let up. Hands trail from his waist to his chest, pulling him close to you while fondling his pecs. Thumbs go to his nipples and lightly circle them before flicking quickly, ending with a pinch and pull that makes the captain arch his head up and let out a groan. “You really like it, hm?” You’re really the one most into it, but he’s loving it too. “Already big, would be full of milk once I knock you up.” Shanks’s head is spinning. This dumb breeding kink between you two despite him being male. You give them another firm squeeze and he cums hard, your hands fondling through his orgasm. White covers his abdomen before leaking onto the bedsheets, letting out another weak spurt from you letting out your own seed.

Once Shanks’s head focuses enough to be coherent he notices you still fondling his chest.

“Jeez, give the things a break, will you?” You pinch one of his nipples and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “You’re harsh to them, hun.”

“Just appreciating them. The massaging is good for milk production, right?”

“Pervert.” You scoff.

“Says the man who was riding me a week ago begging for a baby.” Shanks also gets way too lost in the moment.

“Ahh,” He snaps his fingers. “touché.” You pull out of him and he shivers at the feeling of liquid leaking from his ass. “You’re still the one always talking about it.”

“Yet you don’t stop me.” He gives you a cheeky smile and you both kiss.

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Shanks itches at his chest through his shirt, it’s been feeling strange lately.

“What’re you doing?” Lucky Roux asks, setting down oatmeal in front of Shanks in the kitchen. The captain makes a displeased face. “You wanted something sweet and easy and now you’re staring at me like that.”

“Reminds me of when we had to really budget for food.” He grumbles, taking a bite of the oatmeal expecting the worst; but eyes twinkle. It’s chocolatey.

“(Y/n) told me to add it along with the almonds.” The redhead has always been partial to chocolate, eating bars of it with big bites in his childhood til his stomach hurt; yet never tiring of it. “Answer my question from before, Captain.”

“Hm.” He takes another bite. “It’s nothing much, my chest has been feeling weird lately.”

“…Your heart?” The large man looks nervous but his captain shakes his head.

“No, the flesh, not inside.” The chef relaxes, he won’t have to make a new diet for heartburn. “I think—nevermind.” He can’t tell Lucky that he thinks it’s because you’ve been massaging them too hard during sex. The chef slides the bowl of oatmeal away from Shanks. “Okay! It’s from the bedroom.”

“Oh.” He slides it back. “I don’t want to know anymore. Why’d you tell me?” Shanks almost falls for the bait but chooses to scarf down the oatmeal instead.

“I should tell you something else.” Lucky tilts his head. “I actually… no nevermind.” The captain turns around and leaves a laughing Lucky.

He stops outside of the door and presses at one of his pecs, he’ll let his mind wander to the chocolate oatmeal instead. It would’ve been nice to savor it more. While lost in the sadness of quick eating he feels a sudden squeeze to his chest. There’s only one pervert on this ship who would do this to a grown man. “Hello to you too.”

“I was going to say hi but you looked so out of it that I wanted to tease you a little.” You kiss your lover on the cheek and he chuckles. “How are you feeling? Was the chocolate good?”

“It was. If I wasn’t tired of oatmeal I might ask for that everyday.” Alas, his dislike for oatmeal has won over chocolate. Why would he care anyway? He could just have the chocolate alone.

“As long as you’re happy.” You rub your cheek against his and he rubs back, flinching when you squeeze his pec. You immediately pull away. “What happened!? Don’t tell me you’re hiding an injury-“

“No, no, I’m not. My chest has just been feeling weird lately.” You go to his front and tug down his shirt to examine both pecs. No bruises, irritation, or lumps. The fact that you fret over him like this makes him happy but he doesn’t like seeing you distressed. He pats your back. “I’m alright~ You’re worrying over nothing. They’re just sensitive from the ‘massage’ yesterday. It doesn’t hurt, just feels a little odd, that’s all.” You’re still worried but it really seems like everything is okay. Your experience in feeling your boyfriend’s chest would alert you to anything out of the ordinary.

“I guess I should lay off for a while.” The thought of not being able to touch your lover’s beautiful pecs is depressing, especially when he likes the contact. You can tell by his hesitant expression that he’ll find a way to be touchy-feely with you anyway. As you expected, Shanks gets closer to you and gently presses his body against your side.

“I’ll make up for it.” This might be torture. One hand goes to his waist and the other to his ass. Well.. “Hmm~” he’s got plenty of other parts to squeeze. The redhead smiles happily and rubs his face against you, he really enjoys any sort of touch.

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However, it’s getting to be too much. You two have had sex a few times after that conversation, and it’s been great, but his pecs are feeling more and more off; bloated. He’s starting to get worried that he popped some sort of blood vessel but it doesn’t hurt, just very tender. It hasn’t gotten less tender with time either, just more sensitive.

Shanks sits on his bed, putting on a shirt that rubs against his nipples. He twitches from the contact.

“Fuck, did I get more sensitive from not getting touched?” He worries, considering you’ve been careful with him. He pokes at the tan skin through his shirt. Squishy. Bloated, tight. He starts to massage one,

Knock knock knock

then quickly pulls his hand away when someone knocks on the door.

“Shanks?” It’s you. “Are you okay? You didn’t come for breakfast immediately.” Oh. He looks at the clock on his wall and sees that he lost track of time. He’ll open the door for you.

“Sorry, I’m alright.” You look down at his chest. “Yeah?”

“They got bigger.” You would know as an expert.

“They did?” He looks down as he trusts your expertise.

“Shanks, maybe you should go to Hongo for this.” He hums in disapproving awkwardness. They really don’t hurt. They also feel really really sensitive, but you’re right here.

“Maybe instead you could help me?” Why would he bother the ship’s doctor with such a need?

“Wha-” He pulls you into his room and locks the door. “You can’t just-” He kisses you and his chest presses against your body, his tongue prying your mouth open to explore. The squish of the pecs you haven’t been able to enjoy, the needy tongue licking around your mouth; you’re giving in.

“I have a perfectly amazing lover to help and he doesn’t want to?” He pouts sadly and your heart stutters. Dammit, he’s distracting you and it’s working. You kiss him, backing him up slowly until he’s sat on the bed. Your hand instinctively goes to his chest and you grope it, he gasps and his back arches.

“Ah! I forgot to…” Your words trail off as you spot a wet patch on his shirt where his nipple is. You undo his shirt and pull it off his body quickly.

“Did you snap? It feels nice actually.” You grope again and a bead of white comes out. Shanks shivers from the sensation. “What are you doing…” It’s his turn for his words to trail off, he sees it.

Milk..?

You pinch gently and another bead comes out. An idea pops into your mind and you put your hand on his stomach.

“I don’t think this is from pregnancy.” He says that but pauses. Anything can happen in the New World.

The both of you quickly dress Shanks and run into the dining hall, you grabbing Hongo and slinging him over your shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Medical emergency.” Shanks states seriously and that switches on doctor mode for the blonde.

He’s placed into the medical office and gets his tools.

“What is it? Is it your chest? I told you something might be off and you chose to ignore me-”

“I might be pregnant.”

….

“what.”

“Ah, I’m.. uh..” Shanks realizes how ridiculous he sounds and gets nervous on how to explain such a thing.

“He’s producing milk.” You answer for him. Good save. Hongo motions for Shanks to sit down.

“You don’t have a womb, Captain.” He pulls out pregnancy tests. “But we can test anyway.” Both of you feel calmer that this is taken seriously.

The redhead lays down and undresses so Hongo can feel for any new organ that may have appeared.

“I don’t feel anything new, nor bumps anywhere else that would suggest a tumor.” He gently squeezes his chest to leak milk, feeling and sniffing. “This is definitely breast milk, though.” A few more tests are done and Hongo takes blood from your lover, then does a urine test. “The blood test will take a day, but the urine test…” He checks the results. “Negative.” The both of you sigh in relief.

Hongo did a few imaging tests, no tumors. Shanks starts itching at his chest again.

“Stop that.” Hongo can hear it without looking.

“It’s uncomfortable.”

“They’re full of milk, I’m not surprised.” The imaging tests also showed a high amount of milk stored in the chest. “My worry is that you’re producing enough to cause discomfort, and it could get clogged..” Hongo mumbles, both you and Shanks getting nervous. “Once I’m done with the blood test I’ll make medicine for you. For now.. you’ll have to empty them yourself.” Shanks glances at you. “You know, the likely cause of this is too much prolactin from excessive stimulation.” Oops. “So don’t use excessive force or stimulation while emptying the-”

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“Hnn~” You massage Shanks’s waist, kissing him deeply while he makes little pants.

“You’re still loud.” It’s like he just loves the action of making noise. You pull him closer to you while undressing him, his own hand tugging off your shirt. “I’m not supposed to be rough with you.”

“No fun.” He winks, pulling away. Having this taken seriously is too stressful for him. “Then go ahead.” He positions his chest outwards and you stare, your hand trembling as you reach out. You gently cup one and he bites his lip, you squeeze harder and he lets out a whine as milk comes out.

‘He’s doing this on purpose.’ You know, and that thought is only solidified when you gently pinch and pull. Milk squirts out more into your hand and Shanks arches his back with a pornographic moan. “Stop.”

“I can’t help that it feels good.” Yeah he may be exaggerating the noises but it does feel good, and it’s honestly very relieving having this come out.

“It looks like it’s coming out properly.” You move to wipe your hand and grab a large container to store it but when you turn back there’s a frown on Shanks’s face. “What?”

“It feels cold having you just put what I’m making in a container, are you going to throw it out? After my body’s effort?”

“Did you expect me to drink it?”

“...Well it’s not like there’s a baby to.” You’re losing control. He actually looks somewhat distressed. The perverted nature of your breeding kink, your love lactating like he’s pregnant, the fact that it feels good, and the sadness he feels over being treated like something gross. You can’t let him stay like this. You lean in and kiss him, gently and lovingly. His hand hovers over your shoulder before resting on it and kissing back. You pull back and your kisses trail down.

“Were you getting insecure?” You gently kiss one of his nipples and Shanks’s breath hitches.

“Slightly, I wouldn’t actually blame you for not wanting to.” You hum and lock your lips around the nub and gently suck. Milk floods into your mouth, pent up from the time stuck inside his chest. Your love shivers above you, grunting in both relief and pleasure. After it stops coming out easily you switch to the other and do the same. You pull back and drink.

“Yum.”

“Pervert.” He mumbles and you kiss him. It feels better, not so bloated anymore. You continue to suck on each one, there’s a lot more than you thought. While this is happening a jolt of pleasure comes from your dick, your boyfriend is grinding against you. “Hey, we’re already here.”

“Was this your plan from the start?”

“No, but it was a possibility.” Shanks undresses himself and lays down, making a small huff when lifting his hips up. “There’s no way you could resist me anyway, right?” He’s begun to pant, not actually sure while using his fingers to spread himself open.

“We’re not supposed to.” You grumble despite undressing with a boner as well. You put the tip to his entrance and he bites his lip, gasping when you thrust inside all at once. Warm, wet, tight but welcoming at the same time. Shanks pants harder but you start to thrust.

“Wait-“ You interrupt him with a harsh thrust.

“Don’t ‘wait’ me when you’ve been seducing me this entire time. If you really want me to wait then push me off, hm?” You lean forward in front of his face, he grips the back of your head into a kiss; then to his chest. They’re softer than usual, warm and full with puffy nipples that are so easy to latch your lips onto. The perfect milk maker, like he’s making more milk the more you drink. Making more with each thrust. “You really would make a perfect mother.” He flinches at your words, pulsing around you. “Why don’t I make you one, right now? You’re already lactating. If I fuck my cum into you over and over then maybe you really will get pregnant.” You bite one of his nipples softly and play with the other to his delight.

“Your words are insane.” Shanks managed to get out, but locks his legs around you with a smile. “Go ahead and breed me then.” You grip his waist tightly and pull him back into your thrusts. His eyes unfocus while widening. “c-cumming, cumming.” The redhead mumbles before letting out a moan, cumming over himself. So pretty, so yours as his lewd walls squeeze your dick in pulses with the throbbing of his own cock letting out cum onto himself. The taste of milk lingers on your tongue, pleasure is building up at the sight. You’re getting him pregnant, your love. Your first attempt for today.

“Here’s your first load then.” You pull him flush against your hips and fill him, feeling the stickiness lightly coat his insides; it’ll be much thicker by the end of this.

You pause for a moment before moving him onto his front, ass up, then plunge into him again. Oops. You’re too turned on to stop right now.

Your boyfriend stuffs his face into the pillow with a groan, in this position you can thrust perfectly onto his prostate, his mind is going numb while he pushes back against you. What’s more, you can glance to see those breasts rubbing against the mattress every time you move. The only reason he hasn’t came again is because he just has. Enjoy the view.

You adjust his hips more lifted to spread his ass open with your palms.

In and out.

Sheath and unsheath.

Watching the way you sink into him over and over. How he takes you so perfectly, how much his body wants to be bred. You grip onto one of his asscheeks, have the hormones made these softer as well? He suddenly shivers and you flinch as his insides tighten around you to cum again. “I haven’t gotten to savor this position yet, love.”

“Sorry.” He muffles into the pillow before flopping onto his side to catch his breath. You notice wet spots where his nipples were.

“What a waste of your milk.” You rub the spots, then gently rub his chest; they feel fuller already. At this point your stomach is going to burst before they can finish producing. You kiss his cheek and put him back onto his back into a mating press, perfect for this. “What a fitting position. My seed can go as deep as possible and stay inside.” You give a few shallow thrusts.

“hurry up then..” His heel gently hits your shoulder. Impatient. You lean down and kiss him, biting his lip from his brattiness. Slow, slow thrusts. “Don’t do this to me.” The redhead complains before trying to lift his hips up to meet yours. You pull away and he throws his head back with a huff.

“I promised to breed you but I can take my time to do it.”

“..Please.”

“Hm?” You give a single hard thrust.

“Fuck me, breed me, please please. I want your babies so- oh~!” You lean down and start to thrust earnestly. “Yes! Like that!♡” He’s cute when he tries to be bratty to keep control, but it’s nice to have him let go. His chest starts to move strongly with each thrust like proper tits. They’re begging to be milked again but you’ll leave them for a while to fuck him properly. You still want to enjoy fucking jizz into his womb. Your cum. That pleasure builds up quicker with the desperation to breed your desperate lover. Fucking him, breeding him. Slamming into his hole over and over before it all comes out.

Filling him again.

Moments pass with your second load adding another layer dripping down deeper into his abdomen. “Feels weird, feels weird.” His body squirms with the feeling and he orgasms with milk dripping from him with each throb.

Huff

Huff

“How much are you gonna end up making!?” You know his body can be lewd, and he’s got tons of stamina and health despite his age; but is he seriously making this much? It could be your fault for telling him over and over you’re getting him pregnant, though… hm. Placebo.

You lift him up onto your lap and rummage around for the container. “Hold this.” He grabs onto the large glass and you hold his breasts with your dick still to the hilt inside of him. You look at his face and he notices, locking eyes with you and giving you a wobbly grin. You massage them lightly and he braces before you grip them and aim into the container, milk going inside.

“I feel a little cow-like, sweetheart.” He says while trembling. You rub the tips of his nipples and shallowly thrust into him.

“What kind of cow is having sex with his boyfriend while getting milked?” His legs spread instinctively, leaning forward and struggling to grip onto the container. “Don’t drop your hard work.” Your shaft is pressed against his sweet spot, teasing it with shallow thrusts; keeping his mind fuzzy while getting emptied. You’re cruel, or maybe just horny, because your fingers go to the tips and tease them every so often; but he’s oh so into it. It’s obvious, the way he occasionally twitches around your cock, the way he lightly bounces onto it. You squeeze and pull, press and flick, it almost feels like you’re done. You’re about to finish too.

Spurt

He suddenly squeezes around you, cumming while letting the last of the milk release from his tits. It filled the gallon, this is really impressive. The sudden squeeze and sight has you shivering, not finishing as hard but it’s not hard to finish with Shanks.

Crack

The container cracks where he’s gripping it.

“Ah, I squeezed it too hard while cumming.” Panic sets in, you pull out to rummage around. There are multiple containers to switch to. They’re supposed to be used to empty his breasts over time but this works too. Milk saved. “You’re really passionate about this.” You hold the container out to him, slowly tilting a little into his mouth. “Mm. Actually pretty good. I’ve got a sweet tooth though so I’m pretty biased along with it being my milk.” Wow he really did not hesitate to try it.

“I drank a lot already so I think I’m gonna be done for today.”

“Y- Dammit.”

“What?”

“I was about to say ‘Yeah and we should save some for the baby.’” Placebo effect. Looks like his milk isn’t gonna go away soon even with the medicine and your “help”. Or is this help going to make it take longer…

First time I've used a non-character image for a banner but I couldn't find any ones that I felt comfortable using like this. I did add little hearts to censor though. Dont know if thats uh, actually enough. I just searched up male lactation on a website and picked an image from a manga while skimming it. Someone tell me if my thing suddenly doesn't get shown in the tags. This was pretty dirty but I still wanted it to be lovey right? I like it when things are lovey.. i have the gentle heart of a maiden. Also I'm trying a bit of a new formatting style.

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My May 20th birthday request -

Steve Rogers x Male Reader (Top M! Reader)

Neighbor Steve Rogers, Male Reader is Steve's neighbor and he's chilling in his backyard when he hears moaning and something hitting glass so he goes to check and is shocked to see a suction cup dildo stuck to his neighbor's back widow and his neighbor Steve fucking himself on it -his big beautiful asscheeks slamming against the glass suddenly Steve looks and sees the male reader looking and freezes then Steve smiles and starts going again looking at the male reader then after awhile he pulls off the dildo and walks away suddenly confusing the male reader then his backdoor opens and he's standing there naked and asks if the male reader wants to replace the dildo instead of watching and he agrees so steve pulls the male reader into his house and brings him to his room and the Male Reader eats Steve out then Steve uses his cock, Dom bottom Steve Rogers and sub top Male Reader. Steve uses his cock and the male reader cums in Steve multiple times (I'm thinking at least four or five) the male reader then takes a picture of Steve's cum leaking ass and sets it as his screen savor with Steve's permission of course (that's inspired by a fic of yours that I read) and they end up falling asleep cuddling. Cut to the next day and the male reader gets a text from Steve saying to go to the backyard and when he does he sees Steve using the suction cup dildo again fucking himself on it with his asscheeks slamming against the window and the male reader happily watches... Hope this is ok, I'll send an ask in a second asking what you think can you let me know if it's ok or not when I do....

(btw Steve is NOT ftm in this fic and neither is the male reader I just wanna clarify in case, and can you please not use the word pussy to talk about Steve's ass can it just be called his hole or ass) sorry I don't mean to be rude I just wanted to ask because I know some people like that and others don't.

Happy birthday to dear Anon

Don't be shy

Warning. 18+. Mature content. Dom Bottom character. Dom Bottom Steve Rogers. Sub Top Male Reader. Both reader and character have a cock. Exhibitionism. Use of sex toys. Creampie. Agape.

Neighbor! Dom Bottom Steve Rogers x Sub Top Male Reader

It's been only a few months since you've moved out of the loud city into a rather nice, isolated suburban neighborhood. Sure, it took you some time to get used to the quietness of the place, but it felt nice, it felt peaceful, perfect for you.

The neighborhood had everything that you needed, it wasn't so far from the city so it was easy for you to go to work and come back. Convenience stores were accessible, malls and restaurants as well, everything was at your reach. The neighbors were surprisingly all nice, there were mainly elderly people and families, they did prefer the quiet life, so there were some little rules around like; don't throw a loud party with music at full volume at twelve in the morning, thankfully, you were not part of that kind of people.

As a gay man, finding single gay men in this neighborhood was hard, it was a challenge. But oh well, what can you do about it? However, your neighbor, who lived just by the side of your house, caught your eye. Steve, you remember his name, he's a good man, and also very attractive one. Tall, broad, muscular, blond, with beautiful blue eyes and a charming smile. Sigh, he's probably straight, you thought.

You met him the first day you moved to your new house, while you were moving the heavy boxes from your car, he had come back from jogging. You remember very well how his shirt was soaked in sweat, clinging so well on his torso, highlighting his muscles under that fabric... It was hard to look away, but you were forced, there was no way you were going to be seen as a creep in your first day. Steve was a gentleman, he helped you move your boxes inside and even offered you to join him tomorrow for a jog, to which you had to sadly decline as you had work to do. But you two kept in touch with eachother, everytime you were leaving for work, Steve was already coming back from his morning jog, giving you the chance to exchange some few words before proceeding with your day.

For many months, you coudln't stop thinking about your handsome neighbor who seemed to come from one of these porno movies you used to watch. You never tried to flirt with him, you never invited him for a drink with that kind of intension, because in your mind, you thought he was as straight as a pole.

Until now.

You were taking the sun outside in your backyard, enjoying the summer weather of June. Drink in your hand and sunglasses on, it felt good to have a day far from the stress of work. The thought of inviting Steve for some drinks and BBQ in your backyard had crossed your mind, but you haven't seen him in the whole day, he was probably busy, so you decided not to bother him or anything. That was until weird noises were heard from the other side of the fence, they were coming from Steve's house. At first you didn't mind, Steve was probably doing some hard work, and it would be rude to not mind your own business. However, it was getting harder to ignore the constant hitting on the window. It wasn't like a knock that you'd do with the hand on the glass, no, it sounded like a heavier object was hitting on it. Did Steve need your help? Was he doing mannual labor? At this hour?

The heavy hits on the window kept going, and at some point you had enough of them. You stood up from your chair and went to observe over the fence to see what was going on. The moment you stood near the large wooden fence and peeked over, your eyes widened when the sight of two plump, perfect, pale asscheeks smuched against the window came abruptly. By pure instinct and shock, you turned to look away, already panting with your heart beating fast inside your chest. What was that? You had to imagine it. Was that Steve? He was obviously... taking personal matters in, you should just ignore what you just saw and go back to drinking your pink limonade... but...

You mentally cursed yourself, already feeling dirty, guilty, disgusting, before peeking over the fence again, and taking in that special sight your neighbor was so easily giving.

A soft groan was heard from you as your cheeks slowly turned red.

It was indeed your neighbor Steve, naked, fully naked right at his window. He was smashing his ass against the glass, but what caught your eyes, was the obvious sight of his stretched, wide open hole pressing against the window with every harsh thrust of his hips. It seems Steve was fucking himself on a toy, a transparent suction cup dildo stuck on the window of his house. Steve couldn't see you, he hasn't noticed your presence yet as his back was turned on you.

Your eyes were glued on how Steve's perfect, soft asscheeks smashed on the glass with each thrust, that particular zone on the window was growing wetter and foggy. His hole, wide open, was such a lewd sight for you, but you couldn't stop staring at it. You could see his pink gummy walls so well. The muffled moans of Steve could be slightly heard from your position, he was going all in with his firm and harsh thrusts. His neglected cock and balls were hanging heavy between his legs, bouncing with each thrust, the tip leaking a stream of pre-cum right on the floor.

"Fuck..." you groaned lowly. Your pants felt all of the sudden tight on you, your cock had woken up, interested by the view. It grew slowly hard, but throbbed excitedly inside the fabric of your pants. Couldn't help but slowly palm yourself in hopes to calm your raging erection.

The fear of getting caught was present in your mind, but the sight of such a gorgeous man doing something as lewd as fucking himself on the window, right where his neighbors could see him, was something you couldn't miss.

At some point, his moans grew louder just like the banging on the window. His hands held his cheeks open as his hole clenched faster and eager around the dildo. The thrusts of the blond man's hips got slower all of the sudden, his legs trembled, and his cock throbbed furiously while shooting thick ropes of cum on the floor. What a mess. An exquisite mess. You enjoyed it, your cock fully hard under your pants, begging to be released.

Your eyes went down on your zipper, hesitating on whether pulling it out or not. Then looked up again to check if Steve was still there, and your heart stopped beating for a minute when you met with two blue eyes staring at you from inside of the house. Steve caught you staring, oh fuck. Oh fuck. Heat came to your cheeks, and sweat on your forehead, your mind was glitching, trying to figure out what to do right now. Look away? Say sorry? Fake a seizure?

Nothing, actually. Steve smiled and winked at you before moving his hips back on the toy while staring at you. You didn't know what to do, this was a surprise, a welcoming surprise. His hand went to squeeze one of his asscheeks before slaming his ass against the window again. He wanted you to look at him fucking himself, and that almost made you cum inside your pants.

Steve's leg's opened more slightly, exposing his cock that was waking up very slowly once again. He pulled back from the glistening toy, his eyes still on you as he bit his lower lip, he moved his hips a bit before moving two fingers between his cheeks and opening his hole for you to see. Was this an invitation?

But then he stopped, before walking away from the window. Where was he going? You panicked for a little second, wanting to see more of him, already missing his body.

The backdoor then opened, revealing that perfect body your cock was begging to fuck. Steve stood there, handsome as always, smiling at you, showing his pearl white teeth.

"You know..." he started, "that toy is useful, but it doesn't reach some spots I want to feel."

You blinked, not believing what he was telling you, you could only let out a soft, "Oh..."

"Right? So, would you like to replace it?" Oh.

Your mind first screamed "YES", but your lips were hesitant. Your body, on the other hand, did agree with your mind, and your head just nodded slowly.

Steve's smile widened before approaching the fence. Once standing face to face with you, he effortlessly ripped a plank of wood from the fence, making space for you to enter his backyard. Your eyes widened at the action, such strength was impressive... and scary. The blond man chuckled at your reaction and pulled you inside by grabbing the collar of your shirt. "Don't be shy, handsome."

Once inside his house, he dragged you across the halls and pulled you inside his bedroom before pushing you on the comfortable bed. Steve moved on top of you, and you felt so small under him.

"Uh.. Steve..." you mumbled, cheeks feeling hot as his amazing chest was centimers close to your face.

"Remove your pants," he demanded, his breath shaking slightly.

Your hands moved on their own to your pants, removing your pants in a hurry, not wanting to make Steve wait much longer. Your cock jumped out of the confines happily, finally free, standing tall and proud right under Steve.

The blond man bit his lower lip, turned on by how excited you were from watching him fuck himself on the window of his backyard.

"You have a nice one... probably bigger than that toy, fuck." Just by seeing the size of your cock, he was already out of breath. "You'll have to stretch me some more, darling."

"Right," you agreed with him, excited to finally feel him, Steve loved that.

"Go on then." Right after he finished his sentence, you pushed him down on the mattress and lifted his hips so his legs were above your shoulders. "What are you- Ooh!" His brain turned off once you kissed that perfect entrance of his. "Oh fuck..."

You moved his legs forward so you could have a better view of that sweet asshole. Pink, puffy, slick with juice and lube and slightly stretched from the dildo, was a lewd view yet so appetitizing.

"My god..." you mumbled before licking it slowly, provoking another moan from the man under you. "So delicious..." You pushed two fingers of yours inside, stretching open, enough for you to push your tongue in.

"Gosh! Y/n...!" Steve had a strong grip on the sheets, his hole clenching around your fingers as it tried to suck them deeper.

You removed your fingers and replaced it with your tongue, you first pushed the tip in to test the waters. Steve clenched again by pure instinct at the feeling of the warm muscle inside of him. He tasted amazing, you moved your tongue around to make more space to fit in, and pushed deeper until your whole mouth was between his cheeks.

Steve's legs wrapped around your head, holding you there to eat his ass out.

"Yes, yes, fuck... eat my ass," he moaned delightfuly.

You held his hips with your hands tightly as you moved your tongue more eagerly. Saliva was coating around the exquisite entrance as you sucked in hungrily, your tongue moved in a circular motion, rubbing all the good spots. For oxygen you had to pull back, a string of saliva connected your lips from the puffy hole. "You taste fantastic," you complimented, kissing the soft skin of his inner thighs.

"Hmm, it felt so good, go back in." With his legs tangled around your head, Steve puched you back in his ass, your mouth landing back on that hole to which you welcomed gladly with your tongue going deep inside again. "Hmmm, yesss... oh yes!"

His inner walls kept you trapped inside, sucking your tongue deeper. The continuous wet slurp of your mouth and his entrance accompanied by the dirty moans of Steve were the only things you could hear.

"Oh-oooh... I'm coming... gosh, I'm coming... nghh-aah!" His cock throbbed violently as cum started to spurt out from the tip and landed right on his beautiful, flushing face and perfect, strong chest. "Ahn..." He looked sinfully gorgeous, you could devour him with kisses.

"Sluuurrp... haaa, perfect hole for me," you commented, pulling back once more to stare down at the pink, wet mess of Steve's entrance.

Steve chuckled as he reached down with one hand to wrap around your cock, giving it some few pumps. "Mhm, and perfect dick for me. Go on Y/n, give it one last kiss before I take your dick inside me."

You grinned before kissing and sucking his entrance one last time before gently laying him back down on the mattress. "How you wanna do it now?" you asked.

Steve turned around on his stomach, got on four and brought his ass up. "Here, I prefer this position." With one hand, he pulled open his asscheeks, exposing his puckered, slick hole winking at you eagerly. "Go on, what are you waiting for?" To tempt you more, Steve pushed two fingers inside him, but you didn't need to be tempted, you wanted to be inside so badly.

On the palm of your hand you spat and rubbed the saliva on your cock to make it work as lube. Once ready, you lined the tip with his asshole and slowly pushed inside the head first.

"Fuck, yes..." you heard him gasp happily.

It felt so warm inside him, so wet, and incredibly tight despite the preparation.

"Gosh... Steve..."

"Keep pushing, nghh... keep pushing, I can take it." He moved his hips slowly towards you, wanting to take more.

With your hands on his hips, you sank deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you could swear they reached the back of your throat, so hot inside, your cock could probably melt inside.

"Shit... how can you be so tight?" You had to stop moving to take some air back in your lungs. Your mind was spiralling with how good it felt to be buried inside your neighbor.

Steve whined, happy to finally have a real cock deep inside him, he's been craving to have a good fuck for a while now. "Don't stop moving, sweetie... I need you to fuck me so good."

You gave one thrust, and had to bite your lip hard to prevent a loud moan from escaping. "Fuck... I can't..." Steve whined again and moved his hips backwards, fucking himself on your cock like he did with the dildo downstairs. "Shit! Steve... wait- ah!"

"I'm a very patient man, Y/n... but not this time, so don't tell me to wait when you know I'm hungry." He stood on his knees and brought an arm around your neck before continuing to use your cock.

For support you wrapped your arms around his waist while you moaned close to his ear. His plump ass met with your hips at an increasing pace as he kept going faster and faster. Small curses left his lips before shutting himself up by kissing you deeply, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth.

"Hmmm..." You could feel how Steve's inner walls tightened around your cock, holding a firm grip on your shaft and everytime you pulled back, it sucked you back in. "Hell..."

Steve wasn't far away from losing his mind on your dick, that's for sure. "Grab my chest..." he mumbled through soft gasps.

"Huh..?"

"Grab my chest, play with my chest...." He grabbed your hands and placed them on top of his pectorals, forcing you to squeeze the flesh under your palm, to grip them, massage them hard till his pale skin turned red. "Yes... yes... oh yes...!"

It felt good to grab those soft muscles with your hand, your fingers went to tease his nipples until they grew hard and erected.

Steve clenched again, and it almost made you cum.

You kissed his neck and shoulder, dragging your tongue on the sweaty skin. Your balls felt heavy with all the cum ready to come out and fill his hole like a glazed donut. "Steve, I'm- gosh, I'm so close..."

The blond man went back on four on the mattress, pushing his ass further on your hips. "Inside! Please cum inside...!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! God, yes!"

Reassuered by Steve's confirmation, you removed all restraints from yourself as you started to move slower yet deeper inside him, giving harsh thrusts with your hips. Steve buried his face in the pillow, biting the fabric as he held back a loud moan the moment he felt hot and fuzzy inside. You gasped, delighted at the feeling of releasing a load of cum right inside your neighbor, it flooded every corner, and it felt as if a massive weight just got removed from you.

With a soft sigh, you collapsed on top of Steve, satisfied. But the calmness didn't take long to finish when Steve removed you from on top and pushed you on your back against the mattress. He swiftly moved on top of you, sitting on your shaft without penetrating himself.

"You're done already?" He pouted before leaning down to kiss you savagely. "But I still want more..."

His lips went lower on your body, your jaw, chin, throat and chest before he looked up at you with his baby blue eyes, begging for you to accept another round.

"A-alright, I guess we can go for another round."

Steve smiled at your response. "That's the spirit." He sat straight and wrapped a hand around your awakening cock. "I see you have no difficulty on growing hard for me, again..." He lined himself with the head of your cock, you could feel his wet and stretched entrance full of your cum from your first orgasm. Steve slowly started to sink on it, letting out a low, long moan of pleasure. It wasn't hard for you to go all deep in one go, the cum inside worked like the perfect lubrification.

"You feel amazing, Steve," you groaned, your hands resting lazily on his strong thighs.

"I feel so full inside, hmmph... I love that feeling..." Once he was ready, he started to bounce a little. "Oh... hmm..."

You just laid back and enjoyed the show, a handsome man, so perfect, so wonderful, was giving you the best ride you ever had, and probably would ever have in your life. His plump red lips were parted in a small 'o', his eyes were closed, you could see better his long eyelashes, his cheeks were red, blushing and his hair was a mess with sweat, stuck on his forehead. What a beautiful man, fucking himself on your cock.

"Oh gosh..." Steve's hands moved to your chest as a support when he started to bounce faster, the mess of cum, juices and sweat was forming a pool on your pelvis, drooling down your thighs. The slapping of skins came back, louder than during the first round, it was disgustingly delightful to your ears. "Ah..ahn!"

"Fuck... don't stop moaning..."

Steve moved a bit to get more comfortable and went back to riding you like no tomorrow. With the way he was bouncing, accompanied by his weight, you were sure you'd end with shattered hips at the end of the day. But you didn't mind.

"Ah! Ah fuuuuck!" He clenched so tight and his cock throbbed as ropes of cum came out from his hard cock. "Ah! Ah shit! Shit!" He kept riding through his orgasm, his legs quivered, threatening to surrender. "Right there! Right-unghh!" His orgasm came to an end, but not his thrusts, he dragged his hips in circular motions. "My prostate... right there..."

He went harder on you, the bed started to shake under your weights, creaking sounds made their presence know as well as the head of the bed hitting the wall.

But Steve was too far to care.

"St-Steve.. ah! Slow down.. oh... the neighbors are going to hear us..." you said, worried. Steve had a good reputation with the neighbors, you didn't want to ruin that for him.

However, the blond man didn't listen, too focused on hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was driven by sex, wanting nothing but to satisfy his needs as he used your cock as his new personal dildo. Steve did the whole opposite of what you told him to do, he went harder, faster, deeper, abusing his prostate, moaning louder.

He grabbed the headboard and unconsciously cracked the edge of it from how tight his grip was. "Shit! Shit! Shit fuck! Ah! Make me cum! Make me cum hard!"

You could barely hear his words, it was foggy inside your head, you couldn't even keep your eyes open. You reached another level of pleasure, one you didn't think it was possible to achieve. A pressure could be felt at the base of your cock, then a tingling sensation at the tip; you were close.

The grip on Steve's thighs tightened painfully, and it seemed Steve loved that pain.

"Ah! Ah! Y-hungh! You're close...? Haa..." he asked as he looked down at you with feverish eyes. You nodded, words couldn't be formed anymore. Steve bit his lower lip, happy with your answer, and made sure you give harsher bounces to quicken that orgasm. "Inside... cum inside me again... haa... I promise there's room for more..."

As if his words were a spell, your body released another orgasm, a loud strangled gasp was heard from you while your balls emptied inside Steve.

Steve's mouth was open in a silent moan. He lowered down and kissed you deeply.

"Let's do it again..."

"What-?"

"Shhh..." A finger of his shuched you down as he sat, lifted his hips and pulled your cock out of his stuffed hole. "I want you to stuff me so good I can't even walk properly...."

You were slightly horrified by that man's stamina, he was still demanding more after two orgasms.

"But... I just came two times..." you said with a little trembling voice.

"Come on, Y/n..." He scooped some of your cum with his finger before sucking it clean. "I know you have more in there..." Then he cupped your balls on the palm of his hand, giving them a firm squeeze.

Your cock throbbed, interested, betraying you thoughts.

Steve moved from on top of you and turned around, facing away from you before showing his stretched hole full of cum that was drooling down his white thighs.

"You want to give me more... right?"

Yes.

You came a total of three times, now going through the fourth round. Your balls were slightly hurting, but you couldn't stop thrusting inside Steve who was under you as you pinned him missionary style.

"Such a dirty man you are, Steve! Haa! Ah!" You held his legs wide open over his chest as you kept pounding his fucked up ass full of cum.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Ah! Ahn! Fuck me up, baby!" Steve's chest was a mess of his cum, your cum, sweat, and probably saliva too. But he didn't care at all, the look of wrecked suited him so well.

With a swift move you turned him on his stomach, spanked his bubble butt and shoved your cock right back in with a harsh thrust, making the blond man whine loudly on the pillow before biting it hard. With each thrust, he'd whine like a whore, wanting and begging for more.

"Yesh..! Oh yesh... hmmm!" A dumb, stupid, fucked, wrecked smile adorned his ruined angelical face full of lust. "Fuck me uuupp..."

"You love that?" you asked, panting, before giving another harsh spank on his bouncing cheeks. "You love that, hmm?"

He cried, nodding his head repeatedly. "Yessh... I lof thaaat..."

You pulled your cock out for a moment, admiring the view of Steve's wide open, stuffed hole full of white cum. You spat in it before stretching it more with your fingers. Steve whined, missing your cock, he was so ready to beg for more, to demand you to shove your cock back inside him. His needyness was turning you on so much, couldn't resist it and had to pound inside him again.

Steve's cock shot another load of cum, this time weaker than the three last ones.

"Nghh..."

"Don't worry baby... I'm close too..." Like a dog, you gave quick and precise thrusts, feeling your fourth orgasm building.

"More... more cum..."

You tried to go faster, almost lost balance for a moment. "Yes... so close..." The fourth orgasm was harder and slightly painful, your balls were tired, completely empty. You bit gently Steve's shoulder to muffle a loud moan while Steve kept biting the pillow, hole clenching with each pump of cum right inside his filled guts.

Both of you stayed still, coming down from your orgasms. Slowly, you pulled your cock out, it slipped easily. Cum came falling down like a small river down Steve's wet thighs. The blond man collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, fully satisfied by now.

Your eyes were glued on his ass, it was beautiful the mess you've done of him.

"Steve... can I take a souvenir?" you asked as you reached down to your pants on the floor and grabbed the phone from the pocket.

Steve blinked slowly, taking his sweet time to register your words.

He noticed the phone in your hands, and understood what you wanted.

"Mhm... sure..." He opened his asscheeks for you shamelessly.

You smiled, loving the sight. You opened the camera in your phone and pointed at his perfect, wrecked, stuffed hole and took some pictures of it. When you decided for one, you made it as your wallpaper for your phone, loving it, you were going to keep it for a good while.

When everything was set, you collapsed by Steve's side and pulled him between your arms to which he responded by hugging you around your waist.

"Hmm... thank you..." he mumbled tiredly, before closing his eyes and falling asleep on your chest.

You had to leave his house and come back to yours at midnight, making sure to not get noticed by one of your neighbors as you didn't want to raise suspicions.

The next day after that long, intense and hot session with your neighbor, you came back to your backyard to take care of your garden.

You glanced at your kind neighbor's house, hoping to see him in his room, but he was nowhere to be seen. For a moment you didn't mind, until the loud banging on window could be heard from the other side of your fence.

Recognizing the sound, you grinned and went to glance over the fence, and as predicted, there was your sweet neighbor Steve, fucking himself back on that transparent suction cup dildo against his window; giving you the perfect view of his still stretched hole that you ruined yesterday.

You admired the view with a soft smirk. Steve noticed your presence over his shoulder and grinned back at you as he kept thrusting against the toy while holding eye contanct with you. The window started to get foggy against his smashed, perfect ass, giving the perfect lewd sight for you. It was as if his hole was kissing the glass.

Steve pulled back from the toy, opened his cheeks exposing his hole and stretched the ring of muscles with two of his fingers before mouthing at you "Don't be shy".

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Word count: 4.6k

Right now it's 10pm, 19th, but I also want to post it a bit in advance because... I'm impatient to post. So happy birthday in advance, dear anon.

UPDATE: I forgot the part where Steve texts reader to come outside, I apologize dear anon. If you still want me to add it, just let me know and I'll modify the text.

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May 20th anon here sorry I had some stuff to deal with. Btw I read that Chris Evans fic with Chris in the full nelson position and now I want more Chris Evans characters in the full nelson position so that fic changed my original idea and inspired a new one.

Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Steve and the male reader are already boyfriends and are pretty happy, they're currently training in their superhero suits and Steve walks in wearing his new suit (I'm thinking the civil war suit) and the male reader can't look away after training they're walking out when the male reader grabs Steve and starts leading him to their room Steve says he has to give Tony back the suit and the male reader says Tony will have to make him a new one which confuses Steve until they get in the room and the male reader rips the ass part of Steve's suit and pulls out the butt plug from the night before and he puts Steve in the full nelson position and starts pounding him hard and in this I want the male to cum a couple times and actually be written out not just say he did and I'm thinking maybe after the second time he cums in Steve he pulls out and bends him over his lap and starts spanking him because he loves seeing Steve's huge ass jiggle and Steve loves spanking and then he starts pounding him again cumming in total five or six times inside Steve so when he pulls out it immediately starts leaking out of him- they have sex in the suit but the male reader is completely nude only Steve stays in the suit....Then the next day Steve brings Tony the outfit to fix and Tony says something like "can't you take off the suit before your boyfriend fucks you" or something like that.

Happy birthday, anon! I hope you enjoy your day and that you celebrate well! I also hope that you enjoy this fic. I really, really tried my best to make it as long as possible, but I genuinely could not think of how to drag this out without it ending up being boring. I hope it's not boring even now... Thank you for being a fan! And don't be guilty, that little angry post I made a bit ago was not because of you. Genuinely, it wasn't your fault. It was from a different request that I ended up deleting. I do pray that you enjoy this tho

The suit stays on

Steve Rogers X male reader

⚠︎Bottom Steve, top y/n, multiple creampies, spanking⚠︎ ☢︎︎Minors and girls do not interact☢︎︎ ☞︎︎︎Y/n can't let Steve return the new suit before having his fun with him☜︎︎︎ ✍︎ 3039

Y/n would be lying if he said he’s not obsessed with his boyfriend. Especially when his boyfriend is dressed in his superhero suit.

Yes, we’re talking about Captain America. The hottest man on the team, as one would say. Some would say the hottest man on earth.

In today’s training, y/n behaved as he always does. Using proper techniques. Using proper terms. But when Steve walked in wearing a new suit, he practically stopped malfunctioning.

Y/n’s brain always short-circuits when he sees his boyfriend in a new suit. However, this time it’s different. Something about the new suit Tony made for Steve drove y/n tinto a spiral of lust.

The man could barely focus on training. All he could focus on was his boyfriend and the way he looked so good in that suit. The way the suit hugged Steve’s ass just right. The way it highlighted Steve’s physique. It all drove the man insane.

Y/n has never been more grateful to finish training until today. The moment he got near Steve, he grabbed his arm and led him towards their room without an explanation.

“Whoa- hey- Y/n-” Steve tried to speak, but even he was running out of words once he noticed the hunger in his boyfriend's eyes. “Y/n wait, I have to give the suit back to Tony-” His words were not heard as his boyfriend locked them in their room.

Y/n faced the man and looked over his body. “Tony will have to make you a new one.” He practically growled before quickly stripping out of all his clothes. Steve’s face flushed, but he tried to stay composed. He could feel himself getting hard.

He cleared his throat and tried not to look at how hard y/n was. It’s not the first time he sees his boyfriend naked, but every time he does, he feels like a virgin experiencing sexual contact for the first time. Yes, they literally had sex last night, the plug in Steve’s ass reminds him of that, but that doesn’t change how nervous he is. ”What do you mean he has to make a new one?”

Instead of responding verbally, y/n walked towards Steve and turned him around. He ripped the suit where it covered Steve’s ass and gave it a light smack.

The captain’s eyes widened as he looked behind his shoulder. Tony will kill him for this. He gasped when y/n pulled out the butt plug from the night before and replaced it with his cock instead. He gripped the sheets as he tried his best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. However, y/n didn’t give him time and started to thrust into the man at a brutal pace. He leaned down to bite on Steve’s neck. “You look so good in this suit, Steve. Too good.” He praised as he grabbed the man’s hips to pull him onto his thrusts. “Too fucking good.”

Y/n leaned back to admire Steve’s arch as he was bending over the edge of the bed. Steve’s moans were like music to his ears. Y/n knew his boyfriend’s libido was much better than his own, which is why he gets frustrated when he’s on the verge of climax while Steve is still hours away from it.

“Steve… You feel too good. I’m already close.” Y/n groaned with frustration as he leaned over the man again. “I envy your libido,” He said as he kissed behind Steve’s ear, “but at least I get to fill you up multiple times before you get to cum.”

The Captain gasped when y/n’s thrusts became rougher. He desperately buried his face in the mattresses to muffle his moans. His knuckles were turning white, and the sheets started to tear from his strength. “Y/n,” He moaned.

He pushed back to meet y/n’s thrusts halfway through. Steve really wasn’t anywhere near his climax, but the amount of pleasure was still overwhelming. Sometimes he curses the serum and how it made his libido so much stronger than it should be. But hey, at least when he does cum, it feels incredible.

One of y/n’s hands gripped Steve’s ass cheek tightly, no doubt leaving marks. Y/n’s climax was shamefully close. He bit into Steve’s neck to muffle his moans. “I’m close…” He muttered. His thrusts became stuttery. The way Steve clenched around him made his head spin. His first climax hit him fast. He collapsed on top of his boyfriend as his dick twitched inside him.

Steve moaned at the feeling of y/n’s cum inside him. When he turned his head so he could rest his cheek on the now saliva-covered sheets so he could breathe, he caught a glimpse of y/n’s still hungry eyes. Steve gave a drunken smile as he watched y/n already lifting himself off and stroking his again hardening cock.

“I love the way you look in this suit, Stevie. Especially now, so handsome and fucked out.” Y/n praised as he ran his hand over the captain’s clothed back. His hands trailed down until they reached his thighs. There, he teased the clothed skin as he watched Steve’s reaction. When the man squirmed, y/n pulled him up so his chest was pressed to Steve’s back.

The captain moaned. “It’s not fair. You’re naked, and I’m still fully clothed.” As he complained,d he reached for the zipper of his suit. Y/n quickly grabbed his wrists and said, “The suit stays on.” And with that, he hoisted the man up with all his strength so he could hook his arms under Steve’s knees, which locked the Captain's arms behind his own knees. “Wha-” He gasped at the sudden manhandling. He tried his best to look down at himself, but when he did, y/n’s hands locked behind Steve’s head.

Steve was helpless, but so incredibly turned on. His dick helplessly twitched, begging for attention.

Y/n struggled a bit before he managed to push inside the captain again. Both men moaned at the change of angle and position. Steve could feel Y/n’s every breath against his neck. Each time, it made him shiver. The man couldn’t help but whine. Each thrust hit his prostate just right. Y/n’s thrusts weren’t any less merciful than the previous round. In fact, he was going harder.

The captain started to blabber as he gone inconherant. His eyes were unfocused while his mouth was agape.

“Look at you, Stevie, you sound so beautiful.” Y/n praised through gritted teeth as he focused on practically rutting into the man. The captain let out a long whine. “Yeah, just like that,” Y/n grunted. He could feel his muscles getting sore from holding up Steve’s weight like that, but he didn’t stop.

Steve, on the other hand, started to grow dizzy. The way his head was angled put pressure on his neck, and the way his knees touched his chest lowered his breathing abilities. The room was filled with moans and the smell of sex. No doubt anyone who walked by could hear them.

Y/n’s arms started to tremble. He couldn’t hold up Steve’s weight much longer. So he focused on chasing his climax. Grunts and curses spilled past his lips as he filled the man for the second time tonight.

The captain let out a loud moan. He enjoyed the feeling of being filled with y/n’s cum. The other man sat on the edge of the bed and carefully unhooked his arms from Steve’s body. As they both collected their breath, y/n got the urge to spank the man. So he manhandled Steve until his hips were lying over his thighs. Steve gasped and looked over his shoulder just in time to see Y/n’s hand make contact with his ass. He jolted in surprise but still let out a soft moan.

“I love your ass, Steve, ya know that?” Y/n practically purred as he squeezed one of Steve’s buttcheeks. He smacked it again, hard enough to see the flesh jiggle. He could feel the soldier’s cock twitch against his thigh. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, Steve?” The man teased and spanked him again. In response, he received a loud moan and another twitch of Steve’s cock.

“Aren’t you just a work of art.” The man praised. He watched as the captain’s cheek started to turn red in the shape of his hand. “I bet you could come just from this.” That only received a louder moan from the man in the suit.

Steve buried his face in the mattress to desperately muffle his moans. His hips lifted to meet Y/n’s hand before impact. He truly could come just from this. But before the soldier could process what was happening, y/n changed their position so Steve was face down and ass up on the bed, while y/n kneeled behind him.

The soldier couldn’t even react to the change before Y/n was already pushing in again. The man leaned down to kiss the soldier’s back. He didn’t waste time and started moving immediately. He could feel the captain’s thighs trembling, but he knew it wasn’t a sign of Steve’s upcoming climax.

“Look at you, Stevie, you’re already trembling. Are you already overstimulated?” He teased and reached around to toy with the soldier’s dick. Steve gasped and arched his back. He was overstimulated. That tends to happen to him when he’s getting fucked with no sign of cumming. His body grows sore and bored, but his nerves still feel every move. He’s learned to love the feeling. After all, he doesn’t have much of a choice. His libido is a curse.

Steve whined into the pillow while his hands practically ripped the sheets. He moved back against the man to meet his thrusts. Incoherent words spilled past his lips.

Y/n nibbled on the soldier's back. “So good for me.” He praised as he felt his third climax nearing. With each passing climax, y/n grew more and more sensitive, meaning the time span between his climaxes grew shorter. Just like this one. Before he could process it, he was already filling Steve again.

The man collapsed on top of the captain. He was deeply out of breath. He closed his eyes and listened to Steve’s breathing through his back.

“Done already?” Steve teased. He playfully swayed his ass underneath y/n’s hips. The man groaned and grabbed the captain’s hips. He’s already getting hard again.

He pulled off him and flipped the soldier onto his back. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest and kissed his neck. “You know I’m never done with you.”

Just as he said, he settled between the captain’s legs and lined up again. “I’m never done with you until you cum as well.” A quiet promise. A promise Steve knew that y/n would keep.

Steve’s body jolted as y/n entered his again. He was so sensitive that he could hardly control his body. He tightly grabbed onto Y/n’s back and wrapped his legs around his waist. A loud moan slipped is lips.

“You’re so overstimulated and yet you manage to still sound so beautiful to me.” Y/n praised. He started to move slowly.

He tried his best not to come too soon. But the way Steve trembled in his arms made him weak. “Sevie… I won’t last much longer at this rate…” He panted.

Steve could barely speak. All he managed to reply with was moans and whines. “Atta boy.” Y/n praised as he angled his hips to target Steve’s prostate.

“Please tell me you’re close,” Y/n begged as he tried to delay his climax.

The captain shook his head. He buried his face in Y/n's neck. He clung to the man who was starting to pound into him. Neither of the were able to speak properly. All they could do was let out incoherent sounds.

At this point, y/n focused on himself. He knew he could get Steve to come eventually. Y/n could feel his former loads still inside the soldier. The mix of liquid and friction caused squelching sounds each time y/n thrusted in. The man was starting to think that they could be heard through the whole building. But that's not his problem. He asked Tony to make their room soundproof. It's his fault that he didn't ask for their requests.

"Stevie..." Y/n moaned as he came again. The man collapsed on top of the soldier and closed his eyes. He could hear how fast the soldier's heartbeat is. "Steve..." Y/n panted as he reached down to lazily stroke the other's cock.

Steve's cock was painfully hard and red. His pre-cum was dripping all the way down to his balls, but he still wasn't anywhere near his climax. Frustration took over, and Steve flipped them over so he was straddling the other man without pulling out. He grabbed the headboard and started bouncing without letting Y/n process the situation.

Y/n gasped and grabbed Steve's thighs. His mouth parted, and his eyes trailed over Steve's bouncing chest. "Fuck - Steve-" He wasn’t complaining about the sudden change. But he wasn’t even hard yet, and he’s already feeling heat building up in his abdomen.

He threw his head back and let out a loud moan when his body let out a rough jolt. Seems like his body was starting to become overstimulated as well.

Steve angled his hips and switched from bouncing to rolling. But no matter what he did, he didn’t feel satisfied. Y/n noticed the frustration in the captain’s moves, so he did what he knew best. He gave a hard smack to the cap’s ass before roughly squeezing it. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised through gritted teeth.

“Yes!” The captain gasped and pushed back, begging for another stinging impact. So y/n landed another one, and another one. He continued to slap Cap’s ass until both cheeks turned red.

Steve moaned and only bounced harder. “I’m close.” Those words were like music to y/n’s ears. He gathered all his remaining strength so he could thrust up into the soldier.

“Come for me,” Y/n urged. His own climax was at the verge of peaking again. “Come with me,” Y/n urgently whispered. His legs started to tremble, and his fingers dug into Steve’s ass, no doubt leaving marks.

The captain arched his back and came all over Y/n's stomach and chest. He stayed seated for a while as both men collected their breaths. Y/n was fighting to stay conscious, but his eyelids were growing heavy. Steve relaxed and finally looked at the man beneath him. A soft smile covered his face as he took in the view of his boyfriend.

Sure, Steve is always the one to be quickly overstimulated and sensitive. Quick to become a blabbering mess. But y/n is always the one to end up looking so fucked out.

The captain leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the man’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean us up.” He reassured, knowing y/n was too tired to even lift a hand.

Y/n let out a hum of acknowledgment and let go of the soldier. He watched as his boyfriend carefully pulled off his dick. The moment their bodies disconnected, y/n’s five loads of cum immediately dripped out of Steve’s hole. Not all of it, but still enough for it to land on y/n’s lap.

The man gave a proud, tired smile while Steve chuckled and shook his head. “You always make such a mess.” He teased as he got up and walked towards their private bathroom. Y/n’s eyes didn’t leave his ass once. Especially not when he saw his cum slowly dripping down the captain’s thighs, ruining the already ruined suit.

However, the moment that Steve was out of view. Y/n’s eyelids gave out, and he passed out within seconds.

When Steve returned with a wet cloth to clean them up, he smiled as he found his boyfriend out cold. He’s used to this. Sometimes y/n manages to fall asleep quicker than Flash, while on other days he manages to stay up all night. Usually the former, but it never ruins Steve’s satisfaction. He gently cleaned him up.

He made sure to clean everything before he stripped off his ruined suit and joined him in bed. He got comfortable by lying his head on y/n’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat helped the soldier fall asleep.

Both men ended up having the most blissful sleep they’ve ever had. They even slept in.

Steve was the one to wake up first. He didn’t want to wake up his boyfriend, though, so he gently kissed his cheek before carefully getting out of bed. He went to take a shower to relax his still-tense muscles. Once he felt more refreshed, he got changed and collected his ruined suit.

Before he left, he looked back at his boyfriend, who was still deep asleep. This view always made him smile. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of y/n so he could remember this forever. The morning after ruining his new suit, which he hadn’t even owned for a day.

He admired him for a moment longer before forcing himself to leave the room and face the awkwardness of the upcoming interaction.

His walk towards Tony’s office was giving him heavy anxiety. He knew that Tony was no stranger to sex, but he did take care of the suit when he was making it. It’s not about the sex. It’s just that Steve feels guilty for ruining the suit.

Once he arrived at the office, he took a deep breath before walking in. His eyes landed on Tony, who was standing by one of his machines that apparently stopped working. “Hey, Tony. I’m bringing you the suit, but uh…” His words trailed off as he nervously showed the torn ass and cum covered thighs.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you take the suit off before your boyfriend fucks you?” He complained.

Steve turned red and placed the suit on an empty table. Or at least it looked the most empty. “I didn’t expect him to rip it.” He weakly argued.

“Next time, take it off or you’ll be fighting aliens with your ass out.” Tony huffed.

Y/n will have to be careful in the future unless he wants to share their boyfriend’s ass with everyone.

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May 20th anon here sorry I had some stuff to deal with. Btw I read that Chris Evans fic with Chris in the full nelson position and now I want more Chris Evans characters in the full nelson position so that fic changed my original idea and inspired a new one.

Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Steve and the male reader are already boyfriends and are pretty happy, they're currently training in their superhero suits and Steve walks in wearing his new suit (I'm thinking the civil war suit) and the male reader can't look away after training they're walking out when the male reader grabs Steve and starts leading him to their room Steve says he has to give Tony back the suit and the male reader says Tony will have to make him a new one which confuses Steve until they get in the room and the male reader rips the ass part of Steve's suit and pulls out the butt plug from the night before and he puts Steve in the full nelson position and starts pounding him hard and in this I want the male to cum a couple times and actually be written out not just say he did and I'm thinking maybe after the second time he cums in Steve he pulls out and bends him over his lap and starts spanking him because he loves seeing Steve's huge ass jiggle and Steve loves spanking and then he starts pounding him again cumming in total five or six times inside Steve so when he pulls out it immediately starts leaking out of him- they have sex in the suit but the male reader is completely nude only Steve stays in the suit....Then the next day Steve brings Tony the outfit to fix and Tony says something like "can't you take off the suit before your boyfriend fucks you" or something like that.

Happy birthday, anon! I hope you enjoy your day and that you celebrate well! I also hope that you enjoy this fic. I really, really tried my best to make it as long as possible, but I genuinely could not think of how to drag this out without it ending up being boring. I hope it's not boring even now... Thank you for being a fan! And don't be guilty, that little angry post I made a bit ago was not because of you. Genuinely, it wasn't your fault. It was from a different request that I ended up deleting. I do pray that you enjoy this tho

The suit stays on

Steve Rogers X male reader

⚠︎Bottom Steve, top y/n, multiple creampies, spanking⚠︎ ☢︎︎Minors and girls do not interact☢︎︎ ☞︎︎︎Y/n can't let Steve return the new suit before having his fun with him☜︎︎︎ ✍︎ 3039

Y/n would be lying if he said he’s not obsessed with his boyfriend. Especially when his boyfriend is dressed in his superhero suit.

Yes, we’re talking about Captain America. The hottest man on the team, as one would say. Some would say the hottest man on earth.

In today’s training, y/n behaved as he always does. Using proper techniques. Using proper terms. But when Steve walked in wearing a new suit, he practically stopped malfunctioning.

Y/n’s brain always short-circuits when he sees his boyfriend in a new suit. However, this time it’s different. Something about the new suit Tony made for Steve drove y/n tinto a spiral of lust.

The man could barely focus on training. All he could focus on was his boyfriend and the way he looked so good in that suit. The way the suit hugged Steve’s ass just right. The way it highlighted Steve’s physique. It all drove the man insane.

Y/n has never been more grateful to finish training until today. The moment he got near Steve, he grabbed his arm and led him towards their room without an explanation.

“Whoa- hey- Y/n-” Steve tried to speak, but even he was running out of words once he noticed the hunger in his boyfriend's eyes. “Y/n wait, I have to give the suit back to Tony-” His words were not heard as his boyfriend locked them in their room.

Y/n faced the man and looked over his body. “Tony will have to make you a new one.” He practically growled before quickly stripping out of all his clothes. Steve’s face flushed, but he tried to stay composed. He could feel himself getting hard.

He cleared his throat and tried not to look at how hard y/n was. It’s not the first time he sees his boyfriend naked, but every time he does, he feels like a virgin experiencing sexual contact for the first time. Yes, they literally had sex last night, the plug in Steve’s ass reminds him of that, but that doesn’t change how nervous he is. ”What do you mean he has to make a new one?”

Instead of responding verbally, y/n walked towards Steve and turned him around. He ripped the suit where it covered Steve’s ass and gave it a light smack.

The captain’s eyes widened as he looked behind his shoulder. Tony will kill him for this. He gasped when y/n pulled out the butt plug from the night before and replaced it with his cock instead. He gripped the sheets as he tried his best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. However, y/n didn’t give him time and started to thrust into the man at a brutal pace. He leaned down to bite on Steve’s neck. “You look so good in this suit, Steve. Too good.” He praised as he grabbed the man’s hips to pull him onto his thrusts. “Too fucking good.”

Y/n leaned back to admire Steve’s arch as he was bending over the edge of the bed. Steve’s moans were like music to his ears. Y/n knew his boyfriend’s libido was much better than his own, which is why he gets frustrated when he’s on the verge of climax while Steve is still hours away from it.

“Steve… You feel too good. I’m already close.” Y/n groaned with frustration as he leaned over the man again. “I envy your libido,” He said as he kissed behind Steve’s ear, “but at least I get to fill you up multiple times before you get to cum.”

The Captain gasped when y/n’s thrusts became rougher. He desperately buried his face in the mattresses to muffle his moans. His knuckles were turning white, and the sheets started to tear from his strength. “Y/n,” He moaned.

He pushed back to meet y/n’s thrusts halfway through. Steve really wasn’t anywhere near his climax, but the amount of pleasure was still overwhelming. Sometimes he curses the serum and how it made his libido so much stronger than it should be. But hey, at least when he does cum, it feels incredible.

One of y/n’s hands gripped Steve’s ass cheek tightly, no doubt leaving marks. Y/n’s climax was shamefully close. He bit into Steve’s neck to muffle his moans. “I’m close…” He muttered. His thrusts became stuttery. The way Steve clenched around him made his head spin. His first climax hit him fast. He collapsed on top of his boyfriend as his dick twitched inside him.

Steve moaned at the feeling of y/n’s cum inside him. When he turned his head so he could rest his cheek on the now saliva-covered sheets so he could breathe, he caught a glimpse of y/n’s still hungry eyes. Steve gave a drunken smile as he watched y/n already lifting himself off and stroking his again hardening cock.

“I love the way you look in this suit, Stevie. Especially now, so handsome and fucked out.” Y/n praised as he ran his hand over the captain’s clothed back. His hands trailed down until they reached his thighs. There, he teased the clothed skin as he watched Steve’s reaction. When the man squirmed, y/n pulled him up so his chest was pressed to Steve’s back.

The captain moaned. “It’s not fair. You’re naked, and I’m still fully clothed.” As he complained,d he reached for the zipper of his suit. Y/n quickly grabbed his wrists and said, “The suit stays on.” And with that, he hoisted the man up with all his strength so he could hook his arms under Steve’s knees, which locked the Captain's arms behind his own knees. “Wha-” He gasped at the sudden manhandling. He tried his best to look down at himself, but when he did, y/n’s hands locked behind Steve’s head.

Steve was helpless, but so incredibly turned on. His dick helplessly twitched, begging for attention.

Y/n struggled a bit before he managed to push inside the captain again. Both men moaned at the change of angle and position. Steve could feel Y/n’s every breath against his neck. Each time, it made him shiver. The man couldn’t help but whine. Each thrust hit his prostate just right. Y/n’s thrusts weren’t any less merciful than the previous round. In fact, he was going harder.

The captain started to blabber as he gone inconherant. His eyes were unfocused while his mouth was agape.

“Look at you, Stevie, you sound so beautiful.” Y/n praised through gritted teeth as he focused on practically rutting into the man. The captain let out a long whine. “Yeah, just like that,” Y/n grunted. He could feel his muscles getting sore from holding up Steve’s weight like that, but he didn’t stop.

Steve, on the other hand, started to grow dizzy. The way his head was angled put pressure on his neck, and the way his knees touched his chest lowered his breathing abilities. The room was filled with moans and the smell of sex. No doubt anyone who walked by could hear them.

Y/n’s arms started to tremble. He couldn’t hold up Steve’s weight much longer. So he focused on chasing his climax. Grunts and curses spilled past his lips as he filled the man for the second time tonight.

The captain let out a loud moan. He enjoyed the feeling of being filled with y/n’s cum. The other man sat on the edge of the bed and carefully unhooked his arms from Steve’s body. As they both collected their breath, y/n got the urge to spank the man. So he manhandled Steve until his hips were lying over his thighs. Steve gasped and looked over his shoulder just in time to see Y/n’s hand make contact with his ass. He jolted in surprise but still let out a soft moan.

“I love your ass, Steve, ya know that?” Y/n practically purred as he squeezed one of Steve’s buttcheeks. He smacked it again, hard enough to see the flesh jiggle. He could feel the soldier’s cock twitch against his thigh. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, Steve?” The man teased and spanked him again. In response, he received a loud moan and another twitch of Steve’s cock.

“Aren’t you just a work of art.” The man praised. He watched as the captain’s cheek started to turn red in the shape of his hand. “I bet you could come just from this.” That only received a louder moan from the man in the suit.

Steve buried his face in the mattress to desperately muffle his moans. His hips lifted to meet Y/n’s hand before impact. He truly could come just from this. But before the soldier could process what was happening, y/n changed their position so Steve was face down and ass up on the bed, while y/n kneeled behind him.

The soldier couldn’t even react to the change before Y/n was already pushing in again. The man leaned down to kiss the soldier’s back. He didn’t waste time and started moving immediately. He could feel the captain’s thighs trembling, but he knew it wasn’t a sign of Steve’s upcoming climax.

“Look at you, Stevie, you’re already trembling. Are you already overstimulated?” He teased and reached around to toy with the soldier’s dick. Steve gasped and arched his back. He was overstimulated. That tends to happen to him when he’s getting fucked with no sign of cumming. His body grows sore and bored, but his nerves still feel every move. He’s learned to love the feeling. After all, he doesn’t have much of a choice. His libido is a curse.

Steve whined into the pillow while his hands practically ripped the sheets. He moved back against the man to meet his thrusts. Incoherent words spilled past his lips.

Y/n nibbled on the soldier's back. “So good for me.” He praised as he felt his third climax nearing. With each passing climax, y/n grew more and more sensitive, meaning the time span between his climaxes grew shorter. Just like this one. Before he could process it, he was already filling Steve again.

The man collapsed on top of the captain. He was deeply out of breath. He closed his eyes and listened to Steve’s breathing through his back.

“Done already?” Steve teased. He playfully swayed his ass underneath y/n’s hips. The man groaned and grabbed the captain’s hips. He’s already getting hard again.

He pulled off him and flipped the soldier onto his back. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest and kissed his neck. “You know I’m never done with you.”

Just as he said, he settled between the captain’s legs and lined up again. “I’m never done with you until you cum as well.” A quiet promise. A promise Steve knew that y/n would keep.

Steve’s body jolted as y/n entered his again. He was so sensitive that he could hardly control his body. He tightly grabbed onto Y/n’s back and wrapped his legs around his waist. A loud moan slipped is lips.

“You’re so overstimulated and yet you manage to still sound so beautiful to me.” Y/n praised. He started to move slowly.

He tried his best not to come too soon. But the way Steve trembled in his arms made him weak. “Sevie… I won’t last much longer at this rate…” He panted.

Steve could barely speak. All he managed to reply with was moans and whines. “Atta boy.” Y/n praised as he angled his hips to target Steve’s prostate.

“Please tell me you’re close,” Y/n begged as he tried to delay his climax.

The captain shook his head. He buried his face in Y/n's neck. He clung to the man who was starting to pound into him. Neither of the were able to speak properly. All they could do was let out incoherent sounds.

At this point, y/n focused on himself. He knew he could get Steve to come eventually. Y/n could feel his former loads still inside the soldier. The mix of liquid and friction caused squelching sounds each time y/n thrusted in. The man was starting to think that they could be heard through the whole building. But that's not his problem. He asked Tony to make their room soundproof. It's his fault that he didn't ask for their requests.

"Stevie..." Y/n moaned as he came again. The man collapsed on top of the soldier and closed his eyes. He could hear how fast the soldier's heartbeat is. "Steve..." Y/n panted as he reached down to lazily stroke the other's cock.

Steve's cock was painfully hard and red. His pre-cum was dripping all the way down to his balls, but he still wasn't anywhere near his climax. Frustration took over, and Steve flipped them over so he was straddling the other man without pulling out. He grabbed the headboard and started bouncing without letting Y/n process the situation.

Y/n gasped and grabbed Steve's thighs. His mouth parted, and his eyes trailed over Steve's bouncing chest. "Fuck - Steve-" He wasn’t complaining about the sudden change. But he wasn’t even hard yet, and he’s already feeling heat building up in his abdomen.

He threw his head back and let out a loud moan when his body let out a rough jolt. Seems like his body was starting to become overstimulated as well.

Steve angled his hips and switched from bouncing to rolling. But no matter what he did, he didn’t feel satisfied. Y/n noticed the frustration in the captain’s moves, so he did what he knew best. He gave a hard smack to the cap’s ass before roughly squeezing it. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised through gritted teeth.

“Yes!” The captain gasped and pushed back, begging for another stinging impact. So y/n landed another one, and another one. He continued to slap Cap’s ass until both cheeks turned red.

Steve moaned and only bounced harder. “I’m close.” Those words were like music to y/n’s ears. He gathered all his remaining strength so he could thrust up into the soldier.

“Come for me,” Y/n urged. His own climax was at the verge of peaking again. “Come with me,” Y/n urgently whispered. His legs started to tremble, and his fingers dug into Steve’s ass, no doubt leaving marks.

The captain arched his back and came all over Y/n's stomach and chest. He stayed seated for a while as both men collected their breaths. Y/n was fighting to stay conscious, but his eyelids were growing heavy. Steve relaxed and finally looked at the man beneath him. A soft smile covered his face as he took in the view of his boyfriend.

Sure, Steve is always the one to be quickly overstimulated and sensitive. Quick to become a blabbering mess. But y/n is always the one to end up looking so fucked out.

The captain leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the man’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean us up.” He reassured, knowing y/n was too tired to even lift a hand.

Y/n let out a hum of acknowledgment and let go of the soldier. He watched as his boyfriend carefully pulled off his dick. The moment their bodies disconnected, y/n’s five loads of cum immediately dripped out of Steve’s hole. Not all of it, but still enough for it to land on y/n’s lap.

The man gave a proud, tired smile while Steve chuckled and shook his head. “You always make such a mess.” He teased as he got up and walked towards their private bathroom. Y/n’s eyes didn’t leave his ass once. Especially not when he saw his cum slowly dripping down the captain’s thighs, ruining the already ruined suit.

However, the moment that Steve was out of view. Y/n’s eyelids gave out, and he passed out within seconds.

When Steve returned with a wet cloth to clean them up, he smiled as he found his boyfriend out cold. He’s used to this. Sometimes y/n manages to fall asleep quicker than Flash, while on other days he manages to stay up all night. Usually the former, but it never ruins Steve’s satisfaction. He gently cleaned him up.

He made sure to clean everything before he stripped off his ruined suit and joined him in bed. He got comfortable by lying his head on y/n’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat helped the soldier fall asleep.

Both men ended up having the most blissful sleep they’ve ever had. They even slept in.

Steve was the one to wake up first. He didn’t want to wake up his boyfriend, though, so he gently kissed his cheek before carefully getting out of bed. He went to take a shower to relax his still-tense muscles. Once he felt more refreshed, he got changed and collected his ruined suit.

Before he left, he looked back at his boyfriend, who was still deep asleep. This view always made him smile. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of y/n so he could remember this forever. The morning after ruining his new suit, which he hadn’t even owned for a day.

He admired him for a moment longer before forcing himself to leave the room and face the awkwardness of the upcoming interaction.

His walk towards Tony’s office was giving him heavy anxiety. He knew that Tony was no stranger to sex, but he did take care of the suit when he was making it. It’s not about the sex. It’s just that Steve feels guilty for ruining the suit.

Once he arrived at the office, he took a deep breath before walking in. His eyes landed on Tony, who was standing by one of his machines that apparently stopped working. “Hey, Tony. I’m bringing you the suit, but uh…” His words trailed off as he nervously showed the torn ass and cum covered thighs.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you take the suit off before your boyfriend fucks you?” He complained.

Steve turned red and placed the suit on an empty table. Or at least it looked the most empty. “I didn’t expect him to rip it.” He weakly argued.

“Next time, take it off or you’ll be fighting aliens with your ass out.” Tony huffed.

Y/n will have to be careful in the future unless he wants to share their boyfriend’s ass with everyone.

[sinounluheart]

HIHI HIII BABYY!!!! ... i want mpreg dick geayson smut!!! 😝😝😝😝 he my baby mama 🙏🙏

🧸ྀི Cause I'm Bad! So Bad...(˶˃⤙˂˶)🍼

Warnings: FtM character (female terminology is used: pussy, tits, etc. Not supposed to be read in any demeaning manner), pregnant character, Sub/Bottom Dick, Dom/Top reader, AMAB male reader, chest play/lactation mentions, vaginal fingering, no pronouns used for reader, established relationship. No use of y/n.

Note: This is the expanded ask from our Discord chats, lol. 'Okay hear me out, since its like dick's first pregnancy and also my first baby, were both pretty clueless, the first early week was just a bunch of fingering and pussy eating cause we're trying 2 be careful but then when 2nd trimester hits, the craving was so bad for dick that he said "fuck it" and breeding happened 🙏😝' Enjoy!!

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In the first few weeks after the pregnancy test came back positive, Dick had been living on cloud nine. He was finally starting a family of his own with the light of his life, whom he was happily married to. Bruce and Alfred shed subtle tears at the announcement party; he'd gotten plenty of congratulations from friends, and his siblings had made a habit of dropping by more often to see if he needed help with everything. All the love and attention had him preening.

Then...the symptoms started showing. No pamphlet nor rulebook could ever prepare Dick for the morning sickness, the aches, the moodyness, nor the constant slug of irritation he'd take on the larger and larger the bump in his belly grew. He had to withdraw from his Nightwing duties (keeping him away from them is a headache in itself), his workload at the station had subsided from insistent, friendly coworkers, but worst of all, Dick was nonstop horny!

At first, the sex was awkward and unsatisfying. Not to either of your faults - just the fear of harming the baby scared off any penetration from happening. You continiously blue balled yourself for the sake of your husband. Dropping to your knees at his convenience to lap and worship his cute pussy. That part wasn't terrible, and you'd quickly mastered the ability of taking a splash to the face without pause with the amount of facials he painted over you. But Dick wanted more.

By the fourth month, he'd had enough. His breasts were constantly tender, his head dizzy with lust, and his cunt felt so neglected and empty it almost hurt. He needed your cock, and he needed it now!

You felt the mood the second you stepped into the apartment. Small tin candles lined the floor up to the bedroom with tacky roses scattered about to elevate the tension. Dick is humming along to a gentle tune inside, languidly fingering himself open atop his maternity pillow for support. The site had you palming your cock through your work jeans.

"Baby," He purred, instantly presenting himself for you. "Hi, welcome home." Dick met you halfway for a kiss, though the grip he had on your collar made it impossible to pull away. "I need you, yeah?" He pouted. "Inside, 's been too long, hun. Way too long." His thick lashes bat, and it's all you need to drop your belt.

"Just...be gentle, mh, I trust you." Dick sighs as you line up to his wet hole. His bottom lip catches under his teeth when you press in. "Hah! Fuck yes, god!" His head threw back, instantly kicking his legs out to tighten around your waist. The relief on your end was likewise immediate; sinking into his warmth was exactly the warm embrace you'd been longing for. Regardless of how tempting it is to lose yourself in his hot canal and fuck yourself into oblivion, Dicks hands just under his belly kept you at bay. Shifting your hips at a slow, shallow pace back and forth.

"Shit, baby, you have no idea how good you are to me," Dick sniffled. His breasts bounced and bobbed with every smack of your balls against him, swollen nipples just begging for attention, and who were you to deny him? "Mh, yeah?" Dick stiffled as you leaned down to latch. Suckling softly between each of the pery nubs. "Such a nice Daddy for me... uh-huh, yeah, you are."

You couldn't wait until they started producing. It shouldn't be much longer, since he's in his second trimester. You already had pumps sitting in your kitchen cabinet for the day it finally happened. You were going to be the most annoying guy in the world once it did, you were sure.

"Inside, [name], inside please?" He panted, reaching down past his bump to spread his folds wider, circling his clit. "Yes, give it to me, baby, hah, know you can. Want that hot cum so bad," Still latched, you fully bottomed out when you came. Painting his insides with a creamy white that pushed back against your cock for space. With Dicks legs still wrapped around you, that hot seed pooled out back around the two of you and onto the bedsheets. "Mh," Dicks tongue darted out to lap at the drool around his lips. "C'mon, me too, baby, me too. Don't leave me high and dry, yeah?"

[cloudyzeusy]

Hi I was wondering if you could write another bratty frat bottom like your Gojo fic. It really moved something in me. Like maybe bratty frat college (sport of your choice) Captain getting his ass destroyed in the most rough and sexy way ever. And maybe by a rival captain that just beat them. Maybe some crying, some teary eyes, loud moaning, and risk taking cuz maybe the hotel walls are a bit thin.

Rival captain is reader maybeeee.

Anyways regardless of whether you write my crazy ask, I really love your work. You're so cool.

Rival's Reward

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synopsis: rival captain teaches gojo about losing pairing: gojo X top male reader note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, creds to howtodriveacar on x warning: dacryphilia, spanking, brat gojo, rough sex, manhandling, degradation, marking

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The rivalry between your universities has always been ugly, loud, and personal- especially on the basketball court. Gojo Satoru, captain and golden boy of his team, embodied everything frat culture loves: tall, unfairly athletic, flashy white hair, cocky smirk permanently glued to his face, and a mouth that never shut up. He threw the wildest parties, charmed (and fucked) half the campus, and played with the arrogance of someone who knew he was the best.

You two had been hate-fucking for almost a year now.

It started after a particularly hard game last season- both of you stayed behind in the empty locker room, adrenaline and anger boiling over until Gojo shoved you against the lockers and you ended up with his legs wrapped around your waist. 

Ever since, the “rivalry” was complicated. On the court you wanted to destroy each other. Off the court you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Secret hotel meetups after away games, late-night drives where he’d blow you in the backseat, quick and dirty fucks in empty classrooms or his frat house when everyone else was blackout drunk.

Gojo was an absolute brat about it every single time- teasing, mocking, pushing your buttons on purpose because he loved how hard you’d wreck him once he finally got under your skin. He’d send you cocky selfies after his wins, then show up at your door later with that same smug grin and zero shame, practically daring you to put him in his place.

Tonight was the sweetest version yet.

Your team had just handed his team a decisive loss in the championship game. Gojo played like shit in the final quarter he was frustrated, distracted, and clearly affected by the way you’d been locking him down. After the game he disappeared from his team’s celebration, only to show up at your hotel room still in his post-game sweats, hair messy, cheeks flushed from more than just the game.

The second the door closed, the mask slipped back into place.

You barely had time to lock the door before Gojo was already leaning against the dresser, arms crossed, wearing that signature bratty smirk.“Congrats, captain,” he drawled, voice dripping with mockery. “Beat us by fifteen and suddenly you think you’re hot shit? Cute.”

Even after losing, he was still running his mouth. Typical.

You crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and slammed him back against the wall hard enough to make the cheap hotel artwork rattle. Gojo’s breath hitched, but his eyes sparkled with challenge and heat.

“Been waiting for this since the third quarter,” You growled, shoving a thigh between his legs. “You played like a bitch tonight. Got distracted every time I touched you on the court.”

Gojo laughed breathless, and already a little strained. "Maybe I just like it when you get rough with me in front of all those people,” He shot back, hips rolling once against your thigh like the needy slut he was. “Bet your whole team would lose their minds if they knew their captain’s been fucking me raw for months.”

You gripped his jaw, forcing his head back so those bright blue eyes met yours. His pupils were already blown wide.“Keep talking,” You warned, sliding your free hand down to roughly palm his ass through his sweats. “See how loud I can make you scream within these thin fucking walls.”

Gojo’s smirk faltered for half a second when you shoved two fingers between his cheeks, pressing against his hole through the fabric. He was still sweaty from the game, skin hot, and you could feel the way his thighs trembled.

“F-fuck… at least prep me this time, asshole,”  e muttered, but he was already arching his back, pushing his ass into your hand like he couldn’t help it.

You spun him around, pressing his chest flush against the wall. One hand pinned both of his wrists above his head while the other yanked his sweats and boxers down in one rough motion, exposing that perfect, toned ass. You didn’t bother being gentle—two dry fingers circled his rim before pushing in, stretching him open with the kind of roughness you knew he secretly craved.

Gojo’s forehead hit the wall with a thud. A shaky, broken moan slipped out before he could bite it back.

“Shit-! Slow down, you fucking animal-” But his hips were already rocking back, chasing your fingers, greedy as always. You curled them hard against his prostate and his whole body jerked, a much louder moan tearing from his throat.

The walls really were thin. You could hear people laughing and music thumping from nearby rooms. If he got any louder-and you planned on making him much louder- the entire floor was going to hear the great Gojo Satoru getting his ass destroyed by his rival captain.

His eyes were already starting to water at the corners, lashes clumping together as he panted against the wallpaper. “Still gonna run your mouth, brat?” You asked, scissoring your fingers wider, deliberately rough.

Gojo let out a wet, teary little laugh, voice cracking. “Make me shut up then… if you can.”

He was already falling apart, and you’d barely started.

Gojo’s bratty challenge hung in the air for all of two seconds before you shoved a third finger into him without warning, stretching him wider. His body tensed hard, a choked gasp ripping from his throat as his walls clenched greedily around your fingers.

“F-fuuuck-!” His voice cracked beautifully. “You’re such a dick-ahh!”

You curled your fingers again, brutally targeting his prostate with rough, punishing strokes. Gojo’s hips jerked forward against the wall like he was trying to escape the intensity, only to slam back down on your hand a moment later, chasing more. 

His white hair was already sticking to his forehead with fresh sweat, and when you glanced at his face, you saw the first hints of glassy tears clinging to those long lashes. “Always acting like such a fucking brat,” You growled against his ear, biting the lobe hard enough to make him whine. “Even after I just embarrassed your whole team on the court. You came here knowing exactly what was gonna happen, didn’t you?”

He tried to laugh, but it dissolved into a broken moan as you sped up your fingers.

“I just… hah… wanted to see if the winner had any balls- ngh!”

You pulled your fingers out abruptly. Gojo let out a pathetic, needy sound at the sudden emptiness, his hole fluttering around nothing. Before he could complain, you spun him around, shoved him onto the bed, and yanked his sweats completely off. 

He landed on his back, legs spread, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and that defiant, watery smirk still clinging to his lips.You stripped fast, cock already aching and leaking as you climbed over him. It was a good thing the hotel came stocked with lube,. Gojo’s eyes flicked down, pupils blown wide with lust and a flicker of anticipation.

“Don’t go easy on me now, captain,” he taunted, voice breathy. “Wouldn’t want you to ah-!”

You hooked his legs over your shoulders and after a quick pour of lube pushed inside him in one rough thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. Gojo’s back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a loud, broken cry that definitely carried through the thin walls.

“Shit-! Too big, you fucking- mmph!”

You didn’t give him time to adjust. You pulled back and slammed in again, hard and deep, setting a brutal pace that made the cheap hotel bed creak loudly. Every thrust punched a moan out of him loud and shameless. His eyes were watering for real now, pretty tears spilling down his face as he clawed at your shoulders.

“Fuuuck slow down, asshole!” He sobbed, but his legs tightened around you, heels digging into your back like he’d die if you actually listened.

You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you while you railed him.“Tell the whole floor how much you love getting destroyed by the guy who just beat your whole team,” You hissed, angling your hips to hammer his prostate relentlessly. “Louder, Gojo.”

A particularly hard thrust made him wail, head thrown back against the pillows. His voice cracked high and desperate, echoing off the walls. You could hear the faint sound of a door opening somewhere down the hall, someone was definitely listening now.

Gojo’s cock was leaking all over his toned abs, untouched and twitching with every brutal snap of your hips. His usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by teary, fucked-out bliss and an open mouth that couldn’t stop moaning your name mixed with curses.

“Gonna hah.. gonna cum-fuck, I’m so close-!” He cried, voice hoarse and loud enough that half the team probably heard it.

You leaned down, biting his neck hard enough to leave a dark mark as you pounded into him even harder, chasing your own release while pushing him over the edge. “Cum for me, Satoru. Let them all hear who owns this ass tonight.”

Gojo’s whole body seized up. A loud, broken sob tore out of him as he came untouched, stripes of white painting his chest and chin. His walls clenched rhythmically around you, milking your cock as fresh tears streamed down his flushed face. 

The sight and feeling pushed you over right after him and you buried yourself deep and filled him up with a low groan. For a few long seconds the only sounds were both of you panting, the distant thump of music, and muffled voices from neighboring rooms.

Gojo’s chest heaved, eyes glassy and unfocused as he tried to catch his breath. A shaky, little smirk tugged at his swollen lips.

“…Round two in the shower?” He rasped, voice wrecked. “Or are you scared they’ll file a noise complaint?”

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You stepped out of the elevator into the hotel lobby the following morning, legs still a little loose from last night’s marathon. Your team was already scattered around the breakfast area- some nursing hangovers with coffee, others loading up plates at the buffet. The energy was high after the championship win, laughter and shit-talking filling the space.

The second you walked over to their table, half your teammates turned with shit-eating grins.

“Yo, Captain!” one of your forwards, Marcus, called out loud enough for the whole lobby to hear. “What the fuck, man? You trying to get us kicked out the hotel or what?”

Your point guard, Tyler, leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Bro. I swear the walls were shaking. We heard that girl screaming through like three rooms. She was loud as hell.”

Marcus laughed, slapping the table. “Nah, not just loud she was getting destroyed. All that moaning and crying? ‘Fuck- ahh!’” He did a terrible high-pitched impression that had the whole table cracking up.

You kept your face mostly neutral, though the corner of your mouth twitched. “You idiots done?”“Hell no,” Tyler grinned wider. “So who was it? That cheerleader from their school that’s been eyeing you? Or the one with the braids from the front desk? She sounded fine as hell, bro”

Another teammate, Jacob “Sounded like she was getting her soul taken. We were all in the group chat last night debating if we should bang on the wall or just let you bw.”

You shrugged, grabbing a coffee from the table and taking a slow sip, trying not to think about how Gojo had been sobbing and moaning your name into the pillow just hours ago while you railed him into next week.

“Mind your business,” You said casually, but your voice had a hint of smugness you couldn’t quite hide. “She was… enthusiastic.”

“Enthusiastic?” Marcus barked a laugh. “Bro she was getting wrecked. You broke her or what?”

Before you could answer, the elevator dinged again.

Gojo Satoru stepped out looking far too good for someone who got his ass absolutely destroyed the night before. His white hair was messy in that deliberate way, neck covered by a hoodie he definitely hadn’t been wearing last night (probably to hide the bite marks), and he walked with that usual cocky swagger even if his steps were just a little careful.

He locked eyes with you across the lobby for a brief second. That familiar bratty smirk tugged at his lips, eyes still a little red-rimmed from all the crying. He looked thoroughly fucked and entirely too pleased with himself.

Your teammates hadn’t noticed him yet.

Tyler nudged you. “For real though she coming down for breakfast? We gotta give her a round of applause. Poor girl probably can’t even walk straight.”

Gojo, now close enough to overhear, let out a soft, amused huff as he passed your table on the way to the coffee station. He didn’t stop, but he made sure you heard him mutter under his breath just loud enough for you: “Tell them I’m free later if they want an encore, captain.”

Your team kept laughing and pressing you for details while Gojo poured himself a coffee, glancing back over his shoulder with those bright, mischievous eyes that promised he was absolutely going to brat out again the second you two were alone.

You took another sip of coffee, hiding your smirk behind the cup.

Last night’s “noise complaint” was definitely going to haunt you for the rest of the tournament stay… and you couldn’t wait to make him scream even louder tonight.

[prettypinkslushie]

Soap, who's heard everyone likes it bigger, it was just uncomfortable for him when he tried it. He tried more medium sized, it was better but still not it. Maybe the guys he slept with were just bad at sex, he refused to try again until he took a small dick.

No man wanted to admit they had a small cock so he went to the next option, a toy. He bought a dildo that was only 2 and a half inches long, extra lube coated it just in case.

He teased his clit first, penatration had never really gotten him off. Working himself until he was clenching around nothing. Then, he slowly pushed in the toy.

Pushing it until it was fully in, he slowly started thrusting it. Then he sped up, faster, faster, faster. His legs trembled and eyes started rolling. It wasn't long before he came.

After that, it was like he had to have it. Had to fuck himself with it every night. He bought a smaller one, sleeping with it in so he could wake up and still make himself stretch on the other one.

Then, he found one that would full him with fake cum at the press of a button and he found his new favorite thing, the feeling of cum dripping from his pussy. With the shortness of the toy, it dripped out faster.

"Oh fuck! Just like that!" Soap moaned as he rode the toy, it would pop out when he got too excited but that just made it better. He rubbed his clit over the tip of it before lining back up and sinking down.

"Didn't know someone could loose their minds so much on suck a small toy." He jerked up, trying to cover himself from your gaze. "You like small cocks?"

"Its none of your business." He snapped at you, embarrassed about being caught with something most people considered pointless.

"It is when that toy that has you acting like a whore is about the size of my dick." Bright blue eyes filled with predatory interest landed right on your crotch.

It wasn't long before he was laying on the bed, grasping onto the sheets with his eyes rolled back. The same length, but thicker. The thickness had his pussy clenching hard as he grasped at the bedding.

"Cum in me! Pl-Ngh-Please! I need yo-oh fuck-Your cum! Pl-" He cut himself off with a whine as he came hard, cumming around your cock. Pretty blue eyes rolling back as his body tensed.

A few more thrusts had him cumming again at the feeling of hot cum filling his pussy. He let out a soft sound as you pulled out.

Eyes snapping open at the feeling of being flooded with fake cum before his toy plugging him.

"Hows that feel?" He stared up at you, plotting how to keep you in his bed forever.

[secretmattshroom]

Oh my gosh

[secretmattshroom]

Mmmm what about Johnny who's never rode someone before.

He's fucked plenty, been fucked in nearly every position, but has some how never been on top while bottoming.

And now his mean... friend? Boyfriend? Benefits? Is watching him, laughing as Johnny flushes, arms draped on the back of the couch, not helping to guide him at all while Johnny fumbles to line your tip to his hole.

He was so confident at first, but he's missed three times, finally got it in just for his thighs to cramp only a few minutes in. He can squat triple the weight of the average man, sprint for hours, jump from rooftop to rooftop, but starts whining when he has to do the work in bed.

Even worse when you start calling him princess and bunny, teasing him with a sparky "what, too good to put in the work?"

[cloudyzeusy]

"Come on you can take it, you begged for it remember." You gently swatted his hand away as he tried to push against you. He whined so prettily at the sensation of you pounding him. Everytime you thrusted in him you hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

He huffed at you in response- well as best as he could in between moans. You can see the way his eyes rolled back into his head and it caused you to let out a guttural groan. He was such a pretty sight in the lingerie he was so hesitant to wear. It was baby pink and complimented his skin perfectly and made him seem like an angel. 

In this position, you could clearly see the outline of your cock imprinted in his lithe stomach and when you placed a hand over it- he shuddered. Your dick was coated in his juices yet you weren't stopping until he squirted all over you.

The second he had shyly admitted he’d never squirted before, you decided right then and there that tonight was going to change that. Your thumb pressed firmly against his clit, rubbing circles while you pounded into him without mercy. He twitched and writhed underneath you, body twisting and arching as he tried to escape the sensations.

But you didn't let up instead you quickened your pace as you could tell he was close to orgasm. You watched his face twist, mouth dropping open in a silent cry, his whole body seized up beneath you. A broken, high-pitched keen tore from his throat as his walls clenched violently around your cock, pulsing in rapid waves.

“That’s it- come on, baby, let go for me,” Your voice was thick with lust. You didn’t slow down though, didn’t ease the relentless grind of your hips or the slick circles your thumb was drawing over his swollen clit. “You’re gonna squirt for me. I can feel it.”

His eyes fluttered, lashes wet with unshed tears, and he shook his head frantically even as his hips jerked up to meet every brutal thrust. “N-no ahh- too much-!” he sobbed, but the words dissolved into another desperate moan when you pressed down harder on the bulge in his stomach, feeling your cock drag against that spot inside him with every stroke.

His thighs trembled violently in your grip, the delicate pink lace of the lingerie sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. Then his back arched clean off the bed, a cry ripping out of him.

A hot gush of clear fluid suddenly sprayed against your abdomen, soaking your skin and the sheets beneath him. He squirted hard, pulsing around you in messy, uncontrollable waves while his clit throbbed wildly under your fingers.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” You groaned, the sight and feeling of him losing control pushing you dangerously close to the edge. You kept fucking him through it, drawing out every last shudder and spurt until his voice cracked into hoarse little whimpers and his body went limp, twitching with aftershocks.

Only then did you slow your thrusts, still buried deep inside his fluttering heat, and lean down to kiss the tears from his flushed cheeks. “Look at you… such a good boy. First time and you soaked everything.” You nipped at his earlobe, voice low and teasing. “Think you can do it again for me?”

He could only answer with a weak, broken whine, his body still clenching greedily around you even as he tried to catch his breath.