you wobbled up onto your feet. Your phone lit up with Peters name on it.
“what is it shitdick?” groggy voice. your shorts halfway up your ass since you just woke up from a fucking toe curling nap. It was unnecessarily hot in your tiny nyc apartment so you wore as little to no clothing.
“hey um, this is gonna sound really weird and sort of fucking stupid but. Theres a dinosaur on the run and a really big octopus and this big electric man and- and-”
“peter. slow down. tell me what you need” your sleepyness now fully gone and your full attentions to peter.
“basically theres three other spidermans and they sort of need a place to get ready and stuff. i thought maybe-”
“THREE OTHER WHAT?”
“we’re outside.” Mj made an appearance finally before taking peters phone and hanging up.
You, obviously too caught up in what peter said, dashed to the door. you peaked through the little peephole an to your suprise. Mj, Ned, Peter and two other tall men also wearing spider suits stood at your door.
“i can sense you at the door you know, just let us in? we’re unarmed” one of the tall men spoke.
you opened the door slowly. Staring at all of the men allowing Ned and Mj to walk past.
“you uh. you werent kidding.” you looked between the three spidermans stood before you. flash’s wet dream if you must.
you opened the door further and nudged the three spidermans to come in. None of them breathed a word. None except the final one inside. he was tall. much taller than the other two. with fluffy hair and a lanky frame. your type exactly.
“im peter, cute pjs” his breath pressed you against the door breathing close while his hands remained behind his back. you let out an embarrassed sigh trying to give yourself some coverage. when you got in peter explained everything to you and it all made sense finally. the peters worked on one thing each in separate rooms while you put on some clothes and cleaned after them.
in your bedroom the cute peter from before worked on some sort of green goblet for a goblin. you had thought you had walked into something serious with the concentrated look on his face, so naturally you tried to leave. He didnt even spear you a warning or a look before shooting out a web and closing the door right infront of you.
“where you goin’ tiny?” he smiled turning around. you felt a flutter in your tummy with the nickname. for some reason the height difference between you both exited you. you had never saw a man as tall as him since you had met captain america.
“i uh didnt want to interrupt anything you look busy” you scratch your nose ‘lebefore tucking a long curl ringlet behind your ear. he smiles with ease turning around in your spinney desk chair.
“not busy anymore” he put the small green potion down and looked at you with pure filth in his eyes. in peters mind, he had never saw something more erotic. A small submissive timid girl all to himself locked in a bedroom. merry fucking christmas.
“you changed” he said looking down at your now covered body. chewing on his bottom lip before meeting your eyes. perhaps it was too early and you both hadnt even had a proper conversation yet but peter was already in love.
“what? OH yeah” you looked down at your legs which where now drowning in long Gray sweats. Twiddling your thumbs you stared back up at hi.
“what did you say your name was again tiny?” he combed his fingers through his long fluffy locks
“i actually didnt, its y/n” you breathed again at the nickname
“youre a pretty little thing arent you, y/n?” he knew he was making you nervous. in fact his spidey senses where through the roof right now. feeling every time you pant or tense up.
“i-” you feel your heart drop between your legs. what the fuck was he doing to you? did you like it?
fuuuck you where wet. peter could sense it from a mile away. which probably meant the other peters could too. he panted under his breath. peter shot out his web unexpectedly which made you jump. the long thick web attached to your wrist pulling you onto his lap.
“you’re wet.” he whispered slowly in your ear. trailing his fingers to your covered inner thigh.
“you’re hard.” you whisper slower in his ear. trailing your fingers to his covered inner thigh.
“thanks, captain obvious” a swift reply came out his lips before they got lost in yours. your fingers intertwined with his locks, scratching his scalp and pulling his hair. peter had never found pain so fucking pleasurable. peters fingers latched onto the sides of your oversized grey sweats. ripping them in half.
“what the fuck? i liked those.” you pout like a fucking baby.
“shut the fuck up” peter giggled innocently before dominating your mouth again. his lips found their way down to your neck. sucking and biting on every nook and cranny. peter saw the way the other peters looked at you in the doorway. and despite only knowing you for about 36 minutes, you where his.
peter lifted you easily. his frame still towering over you as he swiped everything off of your little shitty desk and instead placing your body laying flat down ontop.Peters fingers tore your panties clean in half. he made sure you where watching before swirling a finger around your clit and pulling it up to his lips. Tasting you was lie heaven on earth.
‘”PETER” you screamed as his lips made contact with your slit. sucking and swirling his tongue around it. “you like that tiny?” he smirked up at you.
“y/n? im here what is it?” you heard peters innocent voice outside the door. despite the currest situation peters tongue never left your pussy. you felt yourself throbbing and struggling to make out a word for your friend outside the door.
“no- its fuck- nothing” you spoke out “im gonna cum.. oh fuck peter” you whispered to peter(the one between your legs)
“not yet” he breathed on your smooth skin kissing and sucking on your clit still. he was driving you fucking crazy. you saw clouds at this point. never in years of receiving cunnilingus had you ever been close to cumming in under 5 minuets.
“oh hey is peter in there?” you herd Ned shout from outside the door
”peter please please can i cum” at this point you where a mess. tears rolled down your soft skin as peter continued
“yeah ned, im in here why” he jumped up leaving you confused and dazed.
“great cause-” Ned barged in past the web that was SUPPOSED to lock the door. in front of ned was you laying sprawled out on your desk. peters hands still hooked around your thighs and his chin covered in your juices. he tried to look away, he really did, but he couldnt. the neediness in you completely overtook the embarrassment you would’ve felt. pouting at peter while he seemed almost careless to both Neds amazement and your pleasure.
“cause?’ peter repeated licking the juices off of his chin and fingers.
“peter needs the goblin thingy and also-” ned was cut off by peter running out the room with both ned and the cure in his hands.
Summary: Reader is in college and is sleeping with her brother’s football coach on the low.
WARNING: AGE GAP, SMUT, 18+
- My Ex’s Father
- My Ex’s Father p. 2
Summary: Reader recently broke up with her boyfriend and unexpectedly connected with his father on a trip.
WARNING: AGE GAP, SMUT, 18+
- Risky Business
- Risky Business p.2
Summary: Reader sleeps with her political father’s rival.
WARNING: FILTHY SMUT, SEX TOYS, 18+
- On The Low
Summary: Reader has a secret relationship with her father’s law partner.
WARNING: FILTH, SMUT, 18+
- Long Day
Summary: Reader husband takes care of her in a steamy way after a long day.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- My Billionaire Sugardaddy
- My Billionaire Sugardaddy p. 2
- My Billionaire Sugardaddy p. 3
Summary: Reader is a sugar baby to a billionaire.
- Mr. President
Summary: Reader is a press secretary for the president of the US and they develop a secret relationship.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Our Little Secret
Summary: Reader is a college student by day and a stripper by night. While working, she gives a private show to her college president that he will never forget.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- My Sweet Valentine
Summary: Reader’s husband surprises her for valentine’s day by joining the mile high club.
WARNING: SMUT, FILTH, 18+
- Love at First Sight
- Love at First Sight p. 2
Summary: Reader takes a vacation in Italy and falls for a passenger on her train.
WARNING: SMUT? 18+
- Roleplay (Series)
Summary: Reader and her husband spice up their marriage through roleplay
WARNING: NASTY SMUT, ROLEPLAY, 18+
Idris Elba x Reader
- My Sugar Daddy
Summary: Reader is a 24 year old college student trying to make ends meet. You get to explore what it’s like to be with 46 year old Derek Williams.
WARNING: SMUT, AGE GAP, FILTH, 18+
- Sneaking With My Professor
Summary: Reader has a secret relationship with her professor.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- You and I
Summary: Reader tries to avoid her ex because of work rules but he shows her how much he misses her.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- The Wedding Planner
- The Wedding Planner p. 2
Summary: Reader is a wedding planner and has a secret relationship with the groom’s father.
WARNING: STRAIGHT NASTINESS, SMUT, 18+
- Check Up
Summary: Reader sleeps with her ex’s stepfather at the gyno office.
WARNING: NASTY SMUT, 18+
- Revenge
Summary: Reader and Marcus gets revenge on their cheating spouses right in front of them.
WARNING: EXHIBITIONISM, CHEATING, SMUT, 18+
Lance Gross x Reader
- Old Flame
Summary: Reader is a single 26 year old doctor and lost all hope in finding the one until she runs into her first love Miles Greene.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Trevante Rhodes x Reader
- Distractions
Summary: Reader is distracted by her video games instead of spending time with her man after not spending much time together. Fed up, he decides get what he’s been wanting while she plays the game.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Date Night
Summary: Reader and Ty have a steamy date night together.
WARNING: SMUT, FILTH, 18+
- 2 AM
Summary: Reader has a bad day at work and her husband wakes her up to some pleasure.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Cool Off
Summary: Reader sleeps with her father’s contractor.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Obsessed
Summary: Reader has a stalker and enjoys him watching her.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+, STALKING
Anthony Mackie x Reader
- My Father’s Friend
Summary: Reader comes back home to visit her father after a year and has a steamy night with his friend.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Stress Relief
Summary: Reader surprises her fiancé when she comes back in town and gives him some much needed stress relief.
WARNING: CAR SEX, SMUT, 18+
- My Father’s Boss
Summary: Reader is sneaking around with her father’s police captain.
WARNING: PUBLIC SEX, SMUT, 18+
Yahya Abdul Mateen II x Reader
- Fantasy To Reality
Summary: Reader’s husband surprises her with her fantasy of having a threesome and includes his best friend.
WARNING: SMUT, THREESOME, DOUBLE PENETRATION, 18+
- My Bestfriend’s Father
- My Bestfriend’s Father p. 2
Summary: Reader discovers she has feelings for her bestfriend’s father and he feels the same but she denies it until she can’t anymore.
WARNING: PUBLIC SEX (somewhat), SMUT, 18+
- A Night To Remember
Summary: Reader’s friends brings their home-bodied friend to a sex club and a man gives her a night to remember.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Zoom Call
Summary: Reader gets a pleasant distraction by her husband.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- His Assistant
Summary: Reader has a late night session with her billionaire boss.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- My Protector
Summary: Reader is in WitSec and develops a relationship with her US Marshall
WARNING: DEATH, SMUT, 18+
- Infidelity
-Infidelity p. 2
Summary: Reader is fed up with being neglected by her husband so she confides in his best friend.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Aldis Hodge x Reader
- Fantasy To Reality
Summary: Reader’s husband surprises her with her fantasy of having a threesome and includes his best friend.
WARNING: SMUT, THREESOME, DOUBLE PENETRATION, 18+
- Keep It Down
Summary: Reader and her boyfriend tries to keep the noise down as they get steamy in the guest room of his mother’s home.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Christmas Present (CSF🎄)
Summary: Reader surprises her husband a kinky christmas gift
Omari Hardwick x Reader
- Falling For My Bestfriend
- Falling For My Bestfriend p. 2
Summary: Reader doesn’t know that James is secretly in love with her and shows her how much he wants her.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Kofi Siriboe x Reader
- Quickie
Summary: Reader and fiancé have a quick sesh before hanging with their friends.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
LaRoyce Hawkins x Reader
- Happy Anniversary
Summary: Reader and Kevin celebrate their anniversary during a picnic and have a public steamy session.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+, PUBLIC
- My Favorite Bodyguard
- My Favorite Bodyguard p. 2
Summary: Reader goes on tour with her famous uncle and creates a secret connection with his bodyguard.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Newlyweds
Summary: Reader surprises her husband with some unexpected alone time as newlyweds.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Attention
Summary: Reader wants attention from her man who is stuck on a game and ends up getting what she wants.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Our New Life
Summary: Reader and her man gets steamy when he shows her the new land where their home is being built
WARNING: SMUT, 18+, PUBLIC
- Recovery
Summary: Reader is a nurse and her NFL boyfriend is recovering in her hospital. Reader decides to give him some much needed aftercare.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Jonathan Majors x Reader
- Lunch Break
Summary: Reader’s husband comes home to devour his wife on his lunch break.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Massage
Summary: Reader gives her client Dante a massage experience he will never forget.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Alone Time
Summary: Reader and her husband gets some much needed alone time when their kids are out for a few days.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Something New *request*
Summary: Reader’s fiancé gives her mind-blowing sex that she will never forget.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Extra Credit
Summary: Reader has a throuple relationship with 2 of her college professors.
WARNING: 3SOME, NASTINESS, SMUT, 18+
- Countryside
Summary: Reader connects with her long lost country brother and he introduces her to his best friend who she instantly connects with.
WARNING: PUBLIC, SMUT, 18+
Michael B. Jordan x Reader
- Pop Ups
Summary: Reader pranks her personal trainer but didn’t expect the outcome when he pops up on her.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Sneaky Holidays
Summary: Reader gets stuck in a cabin with her a few friends and her friend’s son who she is secretly having relations with.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Will U Be Mine?
Summary: Reader’s boyfriend surprises her on her dream trip and they have a romantic night.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Turned On
Summary: Reader seduces her husband on the car ride home.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Extra Credit
Summary: Reader has a throuple relationship with 2 of her college professors
WARNING: 3SOME, NASTINESS, SMUT, 18+
- Romeo and Juliet
Summary: Reader and Erik have a secret relationship from their rival families
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
- Disrespectful (CSF🎄)
Summary: Reader gets punished after disrespecting her husband in public
WARNING: SMUT, FILTH, 18+
Daniel Sunjata x Reader
- Secrets *request*
Summary: Reader finds out her longtime boyfriend is a drug dealer and he works his way back to her.
WARNING: VIOLENCE, DEATH, SMUT, 18+
Damson Idris x Reader
- Sleeping With The Enemy *request*
Summary: Reader is newly single and sleeps with her ex boyfriends rival.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Winston Duke x Reader
- Frustrations
Summary: Reader and husband reach a rough patch in their marriage and they quickly resolve it in a steamy session
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Laz Alonso x Reader
- Back Together
Summary: Reader makes her ex husband work for their relationship back in a intimate way.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Jordan Calloway x Reader
- Me and You
Summary: Reader has a secret relationship with her brother’s bestfriend.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Tyler Lepley x Reader
- Silent Treatment
Summary: Reader is giving her man the silent treatment and he has a trick up his sleeve to make her talk.
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Daniel Kaluuya x Reader
- Getaway
Summary: Dave wakes up reader by starting a steamy session
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
Tone Stith x Reader
- True Love *request*
Summary: Reader gets engaged to her boyfriend and experiences her first time having sex
WARNING: SMUT, 18+
John David Washington x Reader
- Will U Marry Me? (CSF 🎄)
Summary: Malcom surprises the reader after coming home from a business trip and plans a proposal.
I’ll be living my life peacefully, going abt my day when I remember that I write detailed word porn for black fans, and then I pat myself on the back and continue living another day.
“aw, is someone fucked out already?” edward taunts, shoving the vibrator harder against your clit.
the action earned a yelp on your part as you pushed yourself farther into the mattress—trying to escape the overstimulation. edward snickered at your attempts, it was futile after all, he had you pinned in place—no where to go, no where to move. you could only take what he gave you.
“ed! s’ too much!” your hips squirmed and a click was heard as the vibrations quickened. “too much, but your legs are trying so desperately to spread even more?” he breathily laughed, though it sounded more sadistic than genuine.
edward opened your legs farther with his own, still chuckling as he watched your pussy spread. “ed, please!” you didn’t even know what you were begging for at this point—for him to stop or keep going.
“mm… i think you can take more.” he smiled, wiping the tears that spilled from your eyes with the pad of his thumb; such a gentle gesture for someone currently turning you into a wreck. a glint of mischief gleamed in his eyes as he used the vibrator to rub circles into your clit.
every vibration jolted your body and you tried, desperately, to grab onto anything to ground yourself—but the duck tape used to bind your wrists made that mission difficult. you shivered at the thought that the very same tape was most likely used on your boyfriend’s victims, making a new hot feeling spread over your body.
“are you getting wetter? my little slut enjoying this so much?” he leaned into your ear, another sadistic laugh leaving his throat. god, you loved his laugh… you whimpered pathetically at the sound of it.
at a particularly perfect spot that edward hit, you mewled in delight… he took note of that, letting the toy rest on it, which had your toes curling. you felt your sixth? seventh? high creep up, but your mouth couldn’t conjure up anything besides moans and drool.
edward could tell though, he’s an amazing observer. “you gonna cum again, hm?” he watched your face contort as your orgasm hit the edge, threatening to spill over. and as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to come undone, edward lifted the vibrator from your pussy.
you whined, more fresh tears running down your cheeks and edward smiled down at you, content with his work. he stared as you squirmed, trying to keep your high from leaving, trying to find any friction to latch onto. but there was nothing, just cold air that cooled down your overheated body.
sometimes you forget that ed isn’t just your boyfriend, but still a crazed psychopath who likes to torture his victims. he likes to watch you cry and cum and unable to move underneath him.
you peered at him through your damp lashes, “ed?” you choked. edward put his finger on your lips, whispering shushes as his other hand went to unbuckle his pants. a glance at his glasses showed a reflection of what you looked like at the moment—a complete and utter mess… but that’s the way you always look when edward fucks you.
his belt and pants dropped to his knees, along with his boxers, and he put a hand on your cheek. you stared into his eyes, still panting and mouth slightly agape. his face, soft as he rubbed the blush on your skin before dipping down to your neck,
“i’m going to ruin you.”
he pushed himself into your sopping cunt, you were so wet that he slid past your folds with ease. you gasped, arching your back as edward bottomed out inside you. his calloused hands supported himself on either sides of your shoulders whilst he sucked and bit the skin of your neck. whimpers and whines left your lips as his teeth grazed over that sweet spot he always seemed to find—you were sure that purple splotches covered you now.
when he was satisfied with his work and gave you enough time to adjust to his dick, he began to move. “you take me so well, ah!” he moaned from above. the sound made you ball your fists, wanting to grasp his disheveled brown hair, and you wiggled against the bondage like tape in an attempt to make him set you free via pity.
edward only snickered, “what is it? can’t move too well?” he knew you wouldn’t be able to respond, not with how he was snapping his hips into yours. a swirl of overstimulation clouded your brain and you babbled mindlessly when his pace picked up… maybe the sudden speed was because the only coherent thing you could make out was his name, driving him to fuck you harder.
“my pretty slut… god, i should stream you like this—let all my viewers see just how fucked out you can get from the feeling of my dick.” he breathed, muttering ‘fuck’s under his breath when your pussy clenched around him. “i bet you’d like that, huh? you wanna be broadcasted to thousands of people—want them all to see how much of a whore you are…” he laughed before his next words,
“want everyone to see that you’re being fucked dumb by the infamous riddler.”
and just by those raspy, dirty words, your high was back. “s’gon…” you sputtered. “s’gonna c-cu—“ “cum all over my dick, sweetheart.”
a guttural scream escaped you as your pussy spasmed and your orgasm hit hard.
edward put his hand on your tummy, pressing down. he watched you squirt all over his dick before scooping some up with his fingers and placing them in his mouth. you made eye contact as his tongue swirled over his digits and a string over saliva hung between them.
you panted and groaned at the sight, rolling your eyes back in your head. your orgasm left you a limp doll in his arms, he was able to do anything he wanted with you… and you couldn’t protest, not that you would anyway.
edward placed his hands on your hips, shoving you up and down his cock. drool spilled from your mouth and your tongue was slightly lulled out. tears were still streaming down your flushed cheeks and your eyes were glossed over.
“you look so fucking pathetic.” and that was his way of calling you pretty. his words were stuttered and strained, his own high was close. you couldn’t make out what he was saying, too out of it to comprehend anything. but you felt how his dick began to twitch inside you and that also indicated that he was close.
if you could see edward at that moment, it would be enough for you to cum again. his glasses were hanging on the edge of his nose, mouth open in pants and hair messy and astray. a sheet of sweat made his skin shine and his cheeks were flushed.
he couldn’t even degrade you properly at the moment because he was too focused on his upcoming orgasm.
his thrusts became sloppy and he sucked air between his teeth, “fuck!” sparks spread over his body, his dick twitched as he came inside you, filling you all the way up. a few more thrusts to ride out his high and he collapsed on top of you.
you both could feel his cum, mixed with yours, leaking out of your hole, it made you whine. edward pulled out of you slowly, watching contently as white poured onto the sheets.
he laid next to you, putting his arms around your waist, wanting to relax for a second before cleaning up. “edward?” he hummed in response.
a silver string of spit was what connected her mouth to ron’s cock — lips red raw and puffy, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she gasped and inhaled sharply at the stuffy air.
“there we go,” he cooed, fingers idly petting at the crown of her head, digits getting caught between strands and pulling ever so slightly. “breathe for me, poppet.”
ron’s cock was stiff against her cheek, the leaking tip, red and engorged, tapped crudely against her bottom lip whenever he shifted from foot to foot.
“doin’ so well, sweetheart,” his praise made her cheeks flush and swell with the ghost of a smile. the faint burning inside her throat never ceased, though the arousal that pooled between her thighs was enough for ronnie to know that pretty little y/n loved getting her throat fucked and trained.
“m’okay now, ronnie-” she spoke, eyes still glistening with unshed tears (tears that she knew would spill and flood her cheeks once he filled her awaiting mouth once more). “can fill me up again now.”
a calloused thumb stroked at her round cheek, guiding the tip of his cock into her mouth and groaning lowly once he fed it down her throat.
the urge to gag was hard to resist — though she managed to swallow him down and breathe through her nose, just like he had told her to.
“atta girl, takin’ m’cock so well-” she could feel him swell in her throat, the rutting of his hips set fast and erratic, her moans vibrating around the length of his shaft, causing him to jolt and stutter — the pre-cum that smeared along his tip previously was now at the back of her tongue and she could taste the salty tang. “you’re a natural, poppet.”
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Sadist denki , sadist denki, sadist denki! Headcanons,drabbles or oneshots it dosent matter just sadist Denki
no because you might just be on to something, we've established perv denki but sadistic pervert denki....ANON
Summary - Headcanons to drabbles of Sadistic! pervert! denki and his Black gf
Cw- Denki's pretty nasty, Kinks, Smut ofc , 18+ ofc, Black fem Reader.
SadisticPervert denki! Who gets off on tormenting you.
He'll be chatting with the rest of the bakusquad at dinner while one of his hands snakes down into your panties, fingers dipping into your sloppy cunt as you babble on like an idiot, trying to make sense of whatever small talk mina or kiri is trying to make with you- And he'll make sure that you're responding to all their questions too , you wouldn't want to be rude right?
You gasped as Denki's fingers grazed over that spot inside of you causing you to jerk up .
"Whoa y/n you good ?" Kiri questions ," You've been jumpy all night"
You're so caught in the way your boyfriend's fingers were fucking into you, you could hardly think straight , yet alone talk.
"Kirishima asked you a question baby" Denki beams , speeding up his fingers.
You wish you could wipe that obnoxious smile off his stupid face but you know you cant.
"F-fuck-fine you whimpered " Im fine just a little c-cold"
" Just making sure the redhead says turning his attention back to Bakugou.
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Sadistic Pervert Denki! who demands you send him all manners of pictures and videos throughout the day.
He has a five minute break between patrol? He wants a picture of your tits, nice and oiled up . You're having a girls night with Ochaco and Tsuyu? Excuse yourself to the bathroom and record something pretty for him. Its gotten to the point where you're dont even bother to reason with him,
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You were in the middle of an important company meeting when you got a message from Denki.
dk- Show me something sweet girl , Wanna see you finger fuck pretty brown cunt for me .
Anyone else would have been taken back , disgusted even at their boyfriends lack of boundaries but you simply got up explaining to your higherups that you had to attend to some lady business. Heels clacking as you scurry away to the bathroom, propping your phone against a rail and pressing record. You slide your pencil skirt down to your knees and spread your legs, Letting globs of spit fall from your lips onto your fingers and slowly began to work them into your cunt.
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Sadistic pervert denki ! who loves threatening you with leaking all your pretty pictures and videos .
He'd never actually do it of course , but nothing gets him harder than seeing your squirm and beg for him to not share the pictures with his gc or other pervs like mineta , (He also finds them great leverage for getting what he wants )
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"I dont know brat, With the way you've been acting lately you shouldn't find a problem with the world knowing what a slut you are Kaminari Says slapping your ass" You wouldn't mind Kirishima or maybe Bakugou jacking of these right? "
At the mere mention of someone else viewing your pictures you're sobbing and whimpering like a puppy begging him not to .
" How about you use those pretty fucking lips and give me a reason to not leak em then baby, put that mouth to work and i might think about it ." Denki smirks
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Sadistic pervert denki! who records when you fuck just so he can send it to you while your at work or running errands . You cant count how many times you've opened a message from him only to find a video of him giving you backshots or a recording of your riding him in cowgirl.
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" Cash or card , we also take apple pay" The cashier smiles .
" Oh cool, ill use apple pay let me pull out my phone " You say reaching into your bag . You open the device noticing you got a message from denki and open it
"Who's is it " You hear your boyfriends voice Blair out "F-f-fuck its yours , promise its yours Kami"
Your heart drops to your feet as you quickly turn your phone volume down fumbling to open the apple pay a pp .
The cashier barely made eye contact with you as he finished ringing up your stuff and you knew that thanks to denki you probably where never going to be able to buy groceries from that shop over again.
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Sadistic Sadist Denki! who of course loves using his quirk during sex. Its just so satisfiying to see your squirm when he sends voltages running through your clit or jerk when when he charges his tongue while he licks at your nipple . Its his favorite punishment too. You cum before a countdown is over? ZAP! He didn't like how you begged ZAP! You weren't sucking him off to his satisfaction? ZAP!
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" Be fucking still"
"c-cant Kami-st' good " You whimper hips bucking into his face as he sucked on your clit.
The blonde dosent try to give you anymore warning opting to let a small zap connect with you're cute little button instead. Relishing in the way your quickly pulled from your moaning pleasurable stupor into a sobbing mess.
"I . said. Be. Still." He seethes .
Kaminari brings his palm down on your pussy , letting off a achock with each word.
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Tbh pervert sadist Denki is just a nasty nasty man and im here for it😏
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𝟏𝟖+, DARK CONTENT, kind of corruption kink, DUBCON, breeding, hint of ddlg, rough sex, spit, slight size kink, choking, slapping, harsh degradation turning into praise, chubby!reader, Jason's emotions are all over the place, implied Stockholm syndrome and kidnapping, little bit of soft love declaration, the "I can fix him" syndrome, finger sucking, mentioned forced cum eating, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned
Your kidnapper comes back and he's acting weirder than usually
✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!
You were in the knights big and cold room, feeling the cold breeze on your bare skin dressed in nothing but that baby pink lingerie he has gifted you, waiting for him to come back from whatever he was doing all night, he never told you anything, he didn't need to, All you knew was that he had multiple dark blue and red bruises whenever he came back..maybe even some open wounds, like every other night.
The sound of loud and heavy steps suddenly but slowly came closer and closer until the metal door opened, and immediately got slammed back into it's doorframe.
your knight was finally back, standing tall and big in his impressive armor. He was quiet until you stood up from the bed "Honey, i—" "sit down."
His moduled voice demanded, giving you shivers and making you instinctively fall back onto the soft cream colored sheets "yes, sir.."
you looked up at him as he slouched towards the big mirror and closet as he took the helmet off, the way he moved seemed like he was hurt badly, he was leaning against the dresser by holding the door in a tight grip with his left hand.
Realistically, you shouldn't care about how hurt your kidnapper was but..you were already over questioning your feelings towards this dangerous man, your dumb mind just knew that you loved him..yeah, he kidnapped you but just like he told you "it's safer here, than outside.." and he was right, you would've been already dead in a ditch, on the cold streets outside the destroyed gotham,
or worse, "the horrible men outside could do horrible things to you". He made good points to you. even though he was even more dangerous than these men he was talking about, but he wanted to protect you..
"J-jay?.." you asked hesitantly as he slammed the helmet onto the desk, letting his natrual voice speak up "what?" It sounded almost annoyed, you knew he had a short temper. But that didn't stop you from pursuing him.
Your body twitched and you grabbed at the sheets, your throat was dry due to the fear you felt when he talked like that..but the thing is, the fear of him is what pulls you towards him. The fear you feel when looking at his tall form in his intimidating armor gets you excited like nothing else, knowing that he could beeak you in half just like that made you so, so wet. and he knows that too, you're not the best at hiding these feelings.
You stood back up and hugged his big and cold armored torso, you felt him immediately tense up "I missed you.."
His breath hitched softly as your hands took his armory off of his tense and sore body, Jason let out a soft almost incoherent sigh
"I get so lonely without you, jay" you were playing with fire talking to him like that, and you knew it but you felt like you had to tell him this everytime he came back. You knew under all that cold armor was just damaged, bruised and busted and neglected skin that needed to be taken care of.
You were done taking the pointy, wet and cold metal off him and put it back into the dresser, your warm hands went under his black shirt, feeling his cold skin. Jason tensed under your touch again and finally looked at you, he looked so good in the golden light of the built In lamps, radiating off his scarred and beautiful skin.
"You missed me?" His gruff and almost tired voice pulled at your poor heart strings, and the way his cold eyes that have seen most things that tou couldn't even comprehend stared into your untainted ones, so bright and warm.
You then nodded at his question and softly pressed your cheek into his strong back "I did.."
All of a sudden Jason turned to you and grabbed you by the throat as he pushed you towards the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. His grip was tight and barely let any air reach or leave your lungs "drop that pathetic act." He warned, his breath fanning over your face, you tried to look away but his hand forced you to look back at him.
"I fucking hate it when you act all innocent.." he paused to take a good look at you "it's sickening.. especially knowing what a filthy fucking slut you actually are." Don't get him wrong, he doesn't hate you for it, he hates himself. He wish he could look as innocent as you, but he just can't, all that innocence was taken away from him by a psychopathic clown, when he came back from the grave and woke up in this disgusting pit. He envies you.
You shook your head as best as you could and immediately felt a harsh sting on your cheek before Jason slammed you onto the made bed "don't fuckin' lie to me" he said through gritted teeth, you could almost feel his anger "I hate when you act like that.." he let out a bitter chuckle "acting like a sweet, innocent little housewife when we both know that you are far from that"
you looked up at him, you were confused, truly confused. You just tried to be nice to him, because you know he needs it. But he can't accept that, he's not used to it, he's confused by it. He's been forgotten and neglected, he doesn't understand why you were trying to be so sweet to him..
"You would drink my fucking cum from a cup if I gave it to you." His hand went from your throat up to squeeze your cheeks, you felt his knee firmly press up against your clothed clit, leading to you trying to suppress a little moan. "You would wear a fucking collar and a leash while I make you drink from a bowl full of cum, if I wanted you to..you're disgusting." You felt tears well up at your lash line as you desperately tried to avoid eye contact. "Ain't that right? Hm?"
Jason let out a gruff laugh seeing tears roll down your cheeks "now you're cryin'? Thinkin' you'll get me soft, hm? That won't work again, sweetheart." You choked down a sniffle, you cried because you knew everything he accused you of was true, but you also loved him..you really did, he opened up to you before, you know how he feels and what he went through..you couldn't believe him at first but his scars and that look in his eyes told you that he spoke the truth.
"J-jaso—" you got cut off by your own sharp gasp as Jason forced his hand down your panties, sliding his index and middle finger through your folds and let out another bitter laugh "fuckin' wet..of course you are.."
"Please, jason—please, stop" you whined, grabbing at his hands. but it was no use, Jason was obviously stronger and bigger than you. "Just say it." He groaned, looking down at you, slowly sinking his thick fingers into your tight cunt. "Say that you're a slut, fuckin' that loves to be pushed around by me, say it."
Jason knows deep down that you are, in fact, that innocent angel who's just a little dirty. But he sees himself in you and he wants you to admit how disgusting the two of you are.
"N-no—please, jay!" You plead in a broken moan as Jason's already finger fucking you, dragging his skilled fingers along your soft and sensitive walls. And it felt so fucking good, no matter how much his words hurt and degraded you..it still lit a fire deep inside of you, you liked having him talk to you like that, it felt good that someone had this much control over you. You needed this..
Once you protested again, Jason's palm hit your cheek once more. "I want you to say it." He threatened through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth as his grip tightened around your cheeks. You whimpered and involuntarily let your eyes roll back at the way he stroked that one specific spot inside of you. "There's that pretty look, hm? Just admit it" jason shook her head around in his palm and glanced down to your parted lips before coming closer to you, puckering up his lips and letting a string of spit drip into your mouth "swallow it." He demanded
After you did as he said, you moaned loudly as a strike of electricity ran through your entire body, even feeling it in the tips of your fingers with a few last strokes of his fingers inside of your cunt. Jason always loved to watch you cum, he was so entranced by how your face twisted in pleasure in such a beautiful expression that he almost forgot what he wanted you to do.
And then you made his brain crash all together with just three simple words that weighted so fucking heavy on him:
"I love you—" you cried, hot tears and spit sliding down your face, jason froze in place as those words left your drooling mouth. "..what?" He gasped and grabbed your fucked out face while his fingers kept overstimulating your poor, weeping cunt. "I-i—Jason! St-stopp!" You mewled but Jason shut you right up again "say what you just said again, please" if you didn't know any better, you'd say he almost sounded desperate.
Your big knight loosened his grip on your cheeks and just softly placed it on the side of your cheek "say it again, I wanna hear it" he swallowed as your eyes set on him, you could see the desperation in his eyes. He needed you to say it again. Jason doesn't think he ever heard anyone say these three words to him before, not his parents and sure as hell not batman, and that fact hurts him more than anything else but it pulls him so fucking close to you.
You gulped and gasped in a harsh breath "i-i said-" you swallowed again
"I love you, jason.."
He was gone at this point—his brain just shut off after feeling the sharp hit of your soft words, the way you said his name in such a soft and loving manner was breathtaking, he felt a bright and white hot fire burning in his stomach, His heart started hammering against his chest looking at your puffy eyes and lips.
"Fuck.." he let out a heavy breath and smashed his lips against yours, fingers still fucking you open. you were still whining and whimpering due to the overwhelming overstimulation, but his mouth was now swallowing all of your pathetic little sounds. Your hands tried to push Jason off you, you couldn't take this, especially because you were about to cum again.
"It's okay, it's okay..cum again" he reassured with a kiss to your forehead, you suddenly felt warm inside as Jason's gruff voice spoke softly against your ear, leading to you cumming again all over his fingers and the now disheveled sheets with a loud and desperate cry. Jason laid his head down on your chest and slowly stroked your sensitive walls, you started running your hand through his dark and soft hair as you felt your muscles soften, it was hard to move after that orgasm.
"Can you say it again?" He asked quietly against your damp skin, you smiled softly and just held him against your limp body "I love you, Jason"
Having you say it again to him, but while you're holding him like this with your hand stroking his hair and scalp, made him feel do weird and warm, he loved this feeling. "I really do.." Jason straightened his back and looked down at you before taking his shirt off, giving you a clear view of the long autopsy scar and a few smaller ones accompanied by blue and black wounds. But he looked so damn good. Jason slipped his finger under your bra strap to let it snap back in place against your skin. "Take it off for me.."
You nodded and reached behind you to unstrap your bra but your eyes caught Jason taking his tactical pants off, giving you a clear sight of his hard and huge cock in his dark red and tight boxers, you immediately spotted the wet spot at the head of his cock. You noticed you've been staring once jason pulled his boxers down and that once clothed cock was now on full display. all hard, throbbing over his heavy and full balls ready to pump your womb full of his cum. And the cherry on top was the nice happy trail he had, trimmed but not too trimmed.
You whimpered and clenched your still sore thighs together while pulling your bra off and shamefully covering your tits with your hands, making them look even better pressed up against you "What are you doing? I've seen 'em before" he chuckled and grabbed your hands to pin them down by your sides, exposing your pretty and hard nipples to him as they bounced on impact.
"There they are.." he slowly let go of your hand and slid the surprisingly soft skin of his finger tips down your arm until he got to your collar bones and then finally to your soft tits, causing jason to groan out a low and erotic "fuck.."
you whimpered pathetically and bit your bottom lip "whimpering over this?" He softly laughed "pathetic.." he said, but he found it cute, he loved your little noises.
"What if I.." he paused and barely touched your hardened bud "do this?" Before pinching and twisting it a bit. Your back arched off the mattress and into his touch "you really are a fuckin' sight aren't you?" You shook your head and teared up again "awe..my little crybaby.." he cooed and kissed your tear stained cheek "you want my cock, don't you?"
He asked bluntly and you shyly nodded, but Jay just grabbed your face again with his big hand "I need your big girl words, I know you can use 'em" his voice was less gruff and demanding now, it was sweet like honey..
You swallowed hard due to your dry throat, "y-yes.." you mumbled and Jason slid the wet head of his cock up and down your slick and sticky folds, making you think he was gonna give you what you want. But after a dew strokes you noticed he wanted you to beg more, Jason's eyes kept staring you down, like a predator stalking it's prey. Jason was dangerous in more ways than one.
You began to mewl and paw at his strong shoulders that could hold your weight easily, even if you are a bit heavier. "You're moanin' a lot right now, are you okay?" Jason faux pouted "you need something?"
You did. God you did..and the knew that, of course.
"Your cock! Please..jason—ahh.." you tried to form a coherent sentance but it was so damn hard with his cock bumping your clit and occasionally circling it, it was driving you crazy. If he kept this up he'd have to send your ass to arkham.
"Hm? What about my cock, baby?" He huffed, you felt his cock throbb against you, he was loving this even more than you. He loved the way he could make you submit to him with just a look, and have you go airheaded. Thinking of nothing else but him and his cock.
You whimpered desperately, almost starting to cry again "Jason!! I need it, f-fuck me, sir! P-please—" you saw Jason's Adam's apple Bob as he swallowed and then grinned down at you "shit, baby, that's all you had to say.." he chuckled and slid his cock down from your clit to your clenching hole "but you gotta let me in, sweetheart.."
He swiped some of your hair out of the way and whispered to you in that sweet tone again "stop clenchin', open up.." you took a deep breath and tried your best to let him in. Jason couldn't stop looking at you, he was still thinking about you telling him how you love him, he wanted to hear it again. But that side was fighting with the side that just wanted to fuck you dumb, dumb and dumber.
The second he finally slipped the head of his cock inside had him breathing so heavy, he felt you many times before, but goddamn. The first seconds of sliding in were the best seconds of his life.
Jason made sure to let you feel every inch, curve and vein of his pretty cock inside your tight and sensitive pussy until that soft batch of hair above his cock brushes against your clit and Jay was pulling your legs up to get even deeper, cock head pressed snugly against your cervix.
He was huffing and grunting at the feel of your soft and warm cunt gripping him like a fist, his eyes were rolling back as he slowly and sensually rolled his hips into you. Your hands went immediately to his back and scratching it softly, forcing him to groan even louder.
his cock felt so good and hard. He was making you feel so full, so complete. If he was to pull out you would literally cry and forget how to act like a normal adult woman. "j-jay..please don't sto—" you gasped as his cock rubbed that sweet and special spot inside you "right there—nghh!..r-right there, baby.." you moaned desperately, clawing at his shoulder blades.
Jason softly pressed his forhead into the sheets, next to your neck before kissing it softly "right here?" He asked as he deviously thrusted up into the exact spot, having you suddenly scream out in pleasure. You slapped your hand over your mouth embarrassed but Jason was quick to grab it to push it onto the sheets again. "No, no, no..don't hide it.." he paused and kissed your plush and wet cheek again "please, I wanna hear you.."
Your whimper got turned into a high pitched moan once jason suddenly started to roughly rutt into you "F-fuck!!" You cursed with the same high pitch. Words couldn't describe how utterly good he felt, its like his cock was made for you, like he was made for you..
You reached up and put your shaky hands on the sides of his scarred cheek, as you softly ran your thumb over the 'j' carved into his pretty skin. You knew he hated this scar more than the other ones, due to the bigger tragedy and torture behind it. You made him look at you, he looked just like a hurt puppy like this..anytime you would get him into his feelings, his big bad facade just dropped, whether he wanted it to or not. "It could stand for Jason.." you choked out. Your dumb Remark made him laugh as he slowed down on fucking you and returning to the sensual hip rolling "yeah?" He stroked his thumb over your cheek, you nodded "either way, I think it still makes you look beautiful." You smiled putting your hands on the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.
You loved Jason, you really really did.
As you two kissed, the kiss slowly went from sweet and loving to animalistic and just horny. And with his thrusts to match he sped up and pounded into you, head knocking against your cervix and that spot that made your toes curl.
Jason's grip on your thighs will definitely leave marks tomorrow, but you don't mind it, you like seeing the pretty marks he left the next morning.
You were moaning and whimpering into Jason's mouth as his and your tongue were gliding against one another in such need, it was soessy to the point of spit dribbling out from your mouth and tongues slipping out once in a while.
Feeling you moan into his mouth just made jason more feral, he was slamming his cock into your poor little pussy so hard that you were already about to cum. You grabbed onto his shoulders to push Jason a little bit away from you to break that wet and messy kiss. jason almost fucking came with how pretty you looked right now; eyes puffy, cheeks and ears all hot and your big and plump lips wet from the kiss. He felt his cock throb inside you, and he was sure you felt it too with the little whimper you let out and the way your thighs clenched just a little bit
"J-jason! 'M bout to cum! I'm gonna cum—" jason shit you right up by kissing you again and fucking you even faster, the loud sounds of wet skin on skin slapping was obscene.
He broke the kiss for just a second to whisper "it's okay baby, you can cum. Cum for me, baby.." you locked your legs around his waist and continued to press him against you like you were scared he would leave. But he won't, he'll probably stay with you until he dies...and then come back again to be with you again.
Your nails clawed at his back as you desperately huffed for air and moaned more into the kiss, you felt the knot in your tummy being pulled tight until it ultimately snapped and you felt that bolt of electricity again, this time way, way harder. You broke the kiss and threw your head back while mewling and screaming, you looked so damn cute when you lost it and creamed on his cock.
Jason bit down hard on his bottom lip to not let any sounds out while he chased his high, all he needed for that was your pussy already dripping around him and you laying on his bed, grabbing at the sheets while he fucked you so hard your tits were bouncing like crazy.
"Fuck baby, look so pretty when you cum.." he clenched his jaw a little and groaned when you clenched around him at the praise. Jason's eyes fell to where you two were connected and started to rub over your puffy clit "do it again, I need to see it again" he moaned and grabbed onto your soft tummy "gonna make you fuckin' pregnant, yeah? Gonna fill you up so good.." he paused to just moan and grunt at the thought of you being pregnant.
"Fuck.." he mumbled, almost incoherent and choked, "gonna look so fuckin' pretty for me, won't ya?"
You nodded and immediately threw your head back to let your mouth fall into an 'o' as you came once again, making an even bigger mess on his cock.
He felt his drip over his balls and just gripped your tummy tighter "fuck—'m gonna cum, baby..gonna cum real deep inside you" right after he promised that he folded your legs back onto your chest and fucked faster and harder into your spent cunt.
He was huffing and moaning when you felt his huge cock throb and twitch inside of you, he was hitting so deep again that your eyes rolled back and bit your bottom lip, you wanted to cum again. "B-baby! Gonna cum—nghh! Gonna cum again!" Jason just grinned at your struggled moans and kissed you again "'m gonna cum too, baby..let's cum together, yeah?" He offered while grabbing onto your hands and then pressing his forhead against yours.
You both moaned louder and tensed your bodies more until jason came deep inside you, his thrusting became sloppy and hitched as your pussy began to milk his cock, draining every drop of cum from his balls as your orgasm hit you.
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You and Jason just laid there for about 5 minutes, just him holding you against his chest and your little hands on the width of his now marked back. "Hey..uh.." Jason began, making you look up at him with those damn puppy dog eyes "I don't.. I don't know why I said those awful things..I'm..I'm really sorry" he mumbled, still thinking that you would leave him like everyone else "baby.." you started, and he interrupted you before you could reject his apology "I love you." He said in a slight panicked tone.
Your eyes widened, you never thought you would hear him say that..but here he was, surprising you again.
"I know that this situation you're in is awful, and that I am awful..but just know that..i love you and would do anything to protect you..." Jason said in a slightly cracked voice as he grabbed your hand and kissed it a few times before just pressing it onto his cheek.
You put both your hands onto the sides of his face "I love you too, baby.." you kissed him softly, and you felt his breath hitch at the softness, yeah he kissed you before..but not like this. "I won't leave you..I love you, Jason.. "
Jason stared at you for just a few seconds and saw how genuine your smile was, and he felt tears run down his face, he just nervously laughed it off and wiped them away "it's okay..okay?" You asked him with a small kiss onto his scar.
He nodded and placed his hands on your waist, felling your soft and smooth skin "okay.."
summary : stuck in an elevator with the three elite billionaire sons of Bruce Wayne.
tags: fingering, squirting, pet names (doll face, baby, sweetheart), dry humping, dirty talk, ripping of clothes, confided spaces, brothers who share, oral (f!receiving), making out, hickies, nipple play, kinda exhibitionism (???), foursome, mention of breeding kinks, praise
wc: 2,054 (this was supposed to be like 600 words so the fact it’s longer than that is just—crazy)
notes: thank you @poohbea 😁😁 + @dejwrites too bc your Jason fic had me feelin things like literallyyyy + @sailewhoremoon since your bday is literally coming up
It was a tight fit. It had you rubbing your thighs together to calm the heat and aching throbbing between your legs. Crossing your ankles together you held your purse tighter and inhaled, trying to think of anything but your three bosses — but their presence was too powerful and overwhelming in this tight and suffocating elevator. Dirty and primal lust filled the air and you swallowed hard trying to ignore it.
They were all so tall, so lean and their muscular bodies took over all of the small space that you were confined in. Awkwardly rolling your hips, trying to ease your aches without being noticed, your body trembled a bit. Your stomach folded in as the mixed aroma of their colognes entered your nose — a musky smell of pine caused you to bite your lip.
The elevator was quiet besides the occasional rumbling but you couldn’t help but feel queasy, feeling as if they all were staring you down.
Quiet yet quick shuffling was heard before you noticed a tanned hand pressing yet another button. You tried to pay no mind to it until all at once the lights flickered and a loud bang started, you gasped aloud and backed back into a hard chest.
“S-sorry,” You stammered, pushing yourself off of whoever was behind you. You tried not to memorize the feeling that your hands felt of the muscular and broadness of his chest, your face felt hot and with the sudden change of temperature it was only worst.
“It’s fine, doll face.” Came the response of the one and only Jason Todd, his voice made you shiver with delight and the ache in your core returned again. Your blazer and tights making you feel stuffy and hot, as if you were wearing too many clothes. “You okay?”
You didn’t trust anymore of your voice but you nodded. Heat pooled between your legs listening to his deep and throaty voice and the nickname he bestowed upon you. Self fanning yourself a bit you looked off to the side, seeing Dick to your side, who winked at you.
“You’re looking pretty hot there,” Dick brought himself closer to your ear and blew a bit near your neck. He chuckled when you jumped back. “I don’t bite baby, you know, unless you like that kind of thing…” His piercing dark blue eyes scanned your face before eyeing your lips.
“No need to be scared.” Tim finally spoke up. You felt a shift in the air before he grabbed at your waist and pulled you in to his chest.
That’s when it clicked for you. Jason pushed the button to halt the elevator. As if reading your expression, their laughter shook the elevator. “Finally figured it out, yeah?” Jason’s eyes were equally piercing as Dick’s but it was the smirk and the white streak of hair that was making you fold.
“She’s been here, what..? About 3 months?” Dick quirked an eyebrow to him, who you felt nod against your shoulder. “Still haven’t noticed us… our stares… our conversations that we always try to rope you in… you just gave us nothing—”
“So we had to do something to get your attention.” Jason finished, bringing his calloused yet soft hands to caress your face, rubbing at your cheeks before removing your glasses from your face.
Grinding his hips against yours, Tim kissed the sides of your neck. Your breathing quickened with every tainting kiss before his mouth opened and then you felt pure wetness dripping down your neck. His thick long tongue licking up a pattern as he grinding himself more against you, you could feel how hard he was, how thick he was and just how big.
“I… I don’t understand…” You muttered, mainly to yourself. Trying to control yourself but your hips were already rutting against Tim’s, quiet moans leaving both of your lips.
“Shh…” Dick pressed a finger to your lips. “It’s nothing for you to understand. Just know… we’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now.”
“And we plan to make you understand every inch of it, baby.” Tim panted in your ear, you could feel his hands trailing up from your waist leaving a hot trail until he landed on your breast. “Jason, mind giving me a hand?”
It was almost too quick how Jason undid the buttons to your shirt, leaving both the shirt and blazer on, he was tempted to snap a picture. Looking at the position you were in made him want you even more. “So fucking beautiful.” He blew his breath on your nipples, watching them both get hard and erect.
He was never too big on sharing. But with his brothers? It was something different.
You yelped, feeling more heat hit your now bare legs as Dick stretched and ripped the flimsy fabric thighs you were wearing. He turned to look at Jason, “You owe me.”
With hungry eyes, Jason looked between your legs and sucked his teeth. “Fuck.” He groaned. Black lacy panties.
Was it wrong for the brothers to bet what type of panties you wore? Probably. But damn did it pay off.
Bumping his nose against your clothed clit at the same time that Tim tweaked your nipples you tried to move away from them, it was too much. “W-Wait!”
Jason moved closer to you and touched your face again, “shh. It’s okay.” He cooed before he leaned towards, keeping his eyes on yours.
Everything happened all at once. Your eyes rolled back once you felt his tongue slither inside of your mouth with no warning, his brothers feeling you up it was almost too much for you to focus on — the rhythm of Tim’s hips, Jason’s tongue swirling inside of your mouth and Dick playing with your drooling covered pussy.
Jason applied pressure to your tongue before licking the insides of your mouth, both sides of the cheeks before he sucked on your tongue. Even with your eyes closed, you knew he was still staring at you. Each moan they pulled out of you, another one added pressure.
“Oh fuck,” Feeling Dick pulling your panties to the side and hearing him moan. Your slick wetness sticking to the black Lacy panties you were wearing. “Such a pretty mess down here.” He licked his lips. “Such a pretty little pussy, fuck, you like when I say talk to you down here baby?” As if the dripping all over wasn’t enough of an answer, he smiled before dipping his head down.
You held your breath, expecting him to get straight to the point. But instead, he kissed your thighs. Trailing deep kisses up and down, getting closer and closer to your clit every time. Your breathing uneven, Jason moved from your mouth to your breast, his teeth tugging on your dark nipples, still meeting your eyes.
Dick’s muffled moan drew your eyes to him. You watched as his wet tongue tugged at your folds before slurping up the juices that spilled out of you. Your legs were trembling and if it wasn’t for Tim, you would’ve fell over.
“You like what he’s doing to you, sweetheart?” Tim whispered. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m cumming inside of that pussy, you hear me? Matter of fact. When we’re all cumming inside of you, gonna birth a heir to this company, aren’t you?” He sucked on your ear lobe and your pussy tightened up when Dick tried to put his tongue inside of you.
“Don’t scare her off, Tim. He’s just playing around baby.” Jason told you, kissing the valley between your aching breast.
Parting the lips of your pussy with his fingers, Dick drove his tongue inside. “Oooh, I…” You we’re babbling. Wetness dripping on his face and even on his expensive shirt as he licked and slurped, nibbling on your puffy clit.
Tim didn’t like how left out he was, the brothers could see it on his face. With another long suck on your clit enough to make you even weaker on your knees, Dick rose up.
“W-wait I didn’t get to—” He covered your mouth with his, holding the sides of your face and massaging the breast that Jason was neglecting.
A sudden intrusion inside of your pussy made you moan aloud. You were so focused that you didn’t feel Tim parting you open for his fingers. “So fucking tight, right here. Such a small pussy. Can’t wait to break her in.” He purred, moving two of his fingers faster inside of you. His hips digging into yours, Jason now sucking on your throat. The gentle fiction from Tim’s slacks driving you even more crazy since his fingers are working too. Using his thumb, he pressed on your clit and dragged his thumb up and down adding pressure each time.
You were struggling to keep your balance. Your voice was hoarse as they had their way with you. Your entire body shaking while you whimpered against them, tightening up on Tim’s fingers and he groaned, stretching them inside of you.
With clenched teeth Tim told you, “Breathe. Fuck, sweetheart. It’s just me, just open up a bit more.” It was feeling good being stretched so good while two other boys felt you up with their hands and their mouths.
You were getting so dizzy. Your orgasm attempting to push through. You didn’t know how you didn’t come yet.
Licking up the pulse on both sides of your neck, Dick and Jason shared a look. You didn’t know what it meant until they both dropped to their knees and eyed your swollen clit.
“Oh you weren’t lying. I knew she’d be pretty. But this is truly a pussy, so smooth and bare.” Jason smirked, pulling your lips open, watching his brother’s fingers dipping inside. Then he moved forward and kissed your aching clit.
Your knees buckled and you threw your head back while Tim continued to hold you up and fuck you with his fingers. Sucking your clit into his mouth, Jason did a deep groan, putting your clit in his mouth and mouthing his head back before letting your clit bounce back before doing it again.
His tongue was putting in work, licking up and down your clit. Feeling another set of wetness you thrusted your hips forward, begging for more, not realized Dick had joined in on the assault of your pussy.
The strokes of their tongues plus Tim’s fingers moving and stretching you so deep, you rode out every feeling you possessed and when Tim pushed in deeper inside of your gummy walls that held him so tight, he pressed and circled your insides until he felt you clench harder than before.
It was the hardest you ever came, your limbs snapping, body shaking hard, babbling words and your pussy squirting out a clear liquid of slick on both of the boys below up, who happily drank it up. You felt drunk as you slid down to the ground.
With wild looks in their eyes, the brothers straightened themselves out, looking over your appearance. Dick pulled your blazer over you and Jason continued to rip the rest of your tights. Tim, got the elevator back on track.
The aftershocks of your orgasm still haven’t faded, your body still twitching and shaking. You could hear them talking to each other, “She’s completely fucked out. She won’t be able to go back to work like this.” Dick said.
“Can’t take her home or Bruce will have our heads for fucking with his best assistant.” Tim replied while Jason just laughed.
“Well,” Jason picked you up as if you weighted nothing. “I can always take her back to my comfy loft.”
Tim and Dick looked at him as if he was crazy. “So you could get started without us? Ha, very funny.” Tim snorted.
“Let’s just find her address on the company—” The elevator dinged and stopped, the doors opening to the person none of you wanted to see.
With wide eyes Bruce Wayne frowned at the sight. Putting a hand over his forehead he did a deep sigh, “Do I even want to know?”
The boys all shook their heads and Tim quickly pressed the button to the company garage. “Let’s just get something to eat first.”
“Works for me.” You yawned, looking dreamily at the three boys.
𝟏𝟖+, big size kink, dacryphilia, choking, fingersucking, oral, throat fucking, praise kink, use of safe 'word', spanking, fingering, daddy kink/ddlg, vaginal sex, manhandling, hair pulling, finger sucking, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned
You're boyfriend comes home and sees you all dolled up, what is he supposed to do other than mess it up by making you cry in pleasure?
✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!
Jason left at 7pm, it was now 2am and you were still awake..
While trying to fall asleep you found yourself watching random videos on your phone and scrolling through various apps, finding cute outfit ideas and just clothes overall. Then you got bored and decided to read some of Jason's books under the bed, they were really good and you were invested but you suddenly felt the need to put on makeup..and boom, you're wide awake and now waiting for your big boyfriend to come back.
And just as you were done with admiring yourself and your work in the mirror you heard the window open, meaning jason was home.
You hopped up and opened the door from your bedroom to make your way to the livingroom, you stopped for a second and froze as you took in the image of your tall, downright scary looking boyfriend. The red practically glowed in the dim light on the moon shining through the window.
"You're just gonna stare, huh?" His slightly moduled but still deep voice snapped you out of it. He turned around and god..he looked even more terrifying "why’re you awake, babe?" He asked as he walked towards you "hm?" He questioned again with his cold fingers against your warm cheek "couldn't sleep.." you smiled and looked up at him through your falsies.
He hummed and took his masks off and smiled down at you, god you never really took in how fucking tall he was..he literally towers over you.
"Who did you get so dolled up for?" He asked softly and so lovingly, he adored you quite frankly..I mean how could he not? How couldn't anyone see you and not fall for you? Jason's lucky to have you, and you're lucky to have him. It goes both ways of course, cause who wouldn't want a goddamn handsome man like him? He was smart, respectful, educated, fucking hot and he knew how to fuck.
You smiled at his question and grabbed his gloved hand "no one actually..I was bored and wanted to try this style of makeup i saw" he chuckled and shook his head "looking so pretty cause you're bored, hm?" Jason's hand went to your waist and down to under your big shirt to grab at your soft ass "how about we make the most of it?"
You tried to contain your grinning but ultimately failed as you teasingly asked "what do you have in mind, mister red hood?"
Jason chuckled deeply, that name coming from your lips got him excited. really, really excited.
"I think you know, little miss civilian"
You cocked your head to the side, more into his touch and Jason put his thumb on your bottom lip as you immediately wrapped your glossy and plump lips around it, staining his gloves with the sticky lipgloss. You started to suck and didn't break eye contact with your big boyfriend.
Jason just groaned at your innocent look and slowly ran his other hand back up again to stop and softly caress the sides of your neck before he breathed out "can I?" He asked almost desperate. He always asked, but the way he asked right now meant that he'll be rough with you tonight.
You hummed around his digit in excitement "mhm~" as a 'yes, fucking please!'
As soon as jason got your consent he slammed you against the wall behind you by grabbing you neck in a tight grip. Jason was already breathing quite heavy and his pupils were blown wide, leaving very little of the pretty green color left in his eyes, he had the Adrenaline from being out on patrol and beating people half to death still pumping through his whole body, making him feel almost high. He was already rock hard thinking about how he would pound your poor pussy into the mattress.
Jason pulled his thumb out and shoved his index and middle finger down your throat "yeah, take it, baby..good girl" he huffed and groaned softly at your cute choked noises as you gagged on his fingers. His cock ached and throbbed in his tactical pants at how goddamn pretty you looked gagging on his fingers and him holding you up by your throat with your toes barely touching the floor.
"Fuck you drive me insane.." he hissed through gritted teeth. Your hand suddenly went down from his chest to his abs and then finally his weeping cock, making the man hiss and moan, that was the last straw for him, he needed to feel you "fuck—get on your knees, baby—get on your knees for me"
you happily did as he said while his hands helped you down to the ground. Jason unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down far enough to let his fat cock bounce up and down infront of your face, It pulsed and twitched as your eyes could only look at his veiny cock, your mouth began to water and gap at the sight.
"Open your mouth, pretty girl" Jason hummed "and give me your hands" he demanded as he already grabbed both your wrists and placed them on his strong chest. "Don't want you touching my pussy without permission, hm?" Your head was trapped between his big built and the wall behind you, it made you feel so vulnerable to him, you loved it.
Jason pressed the wet head of his throbbing cock against your lips and pushed you harder against the wall in the process as you let him slide his fat cock inside your mouth. You instinctively started sucking him in as far as you could, relishing in the needy and absolutely horny moans from Jason.
Jason choked a broken moan out as you started suckling on the salty with precum head of his cock, you moaned at the mere taste of him and you knew you were already embarrassingly wet. "And remember, baby..three taps on my chest and i'll stop, okay?" You nodded and sucked harder on his tip, but that wasn't enough consent to him so he pulled out of your mouth with a hiss "I need a yes, baby, I'm about to face fuck you dumb, I need you to understand your safe word."
You almost moaned at the way he scolded you but you decided to be good and nodded "y-yes I get it..three taps.." your eyes kept switching between his emerald ones and his red and dripping cock "good girl..you deserve your reward now, hm?" You nodded frantically "mhm!" and waited for his 'go ahead'
"Oh my god—fuck..you little vixen.." he cursed. Jason couldn't fucking stop himself from rutting into your mouth and moaning at your gags. His cock felt so heavy on your tongue and in your throat, god this felt almost therapeutic. It made you feel so good, airheaded, no thought in your head, no worries in the world, just fucking good.
Jason started thrusting harder into your tight and warm throat "ohh..f-fuck!" He cursed through gritted teeth.
Your manicured hands started to grab at his chest and dig your nails into him. Fuck you were so wet it was getting so uncomfortable, you needed relief so bad that you just clenched your thighs together just for the smallest friction on your throbbing clit.
Jason held your hands against his chest tightly while moving his hips against you and basically using your throat as his pretty fleshlight.
Jason fucking loves getting blowjobs from you, it's his favorite thing when he gets back, just you hungrily sucking him off. So desperate to drink his hot and bitter cum. He still thinks a lot about that one time he came home and you immediately came over to him and got on your knees for him, it was a little awkward cause the door was still open and the neighbor just passed your apartment at that moment, but that just made it hotter. He wants everyone to know that you're his. he would fucking die for that moment to happen again. You were so horny that night, just wanted to suck him off so, so bad. But truly nothing beats being inside of your hot and tight cunt, just swallowing his cock whole as you grind your hips against him and he plays with your clit.
Jason pressed his forehead against the wall and almost came when the both of you made eye contact, just your teary eyes looking up through your pretty lashes, eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks. Something about knowing that he caused this just fucking did it for him, he made a mental note to take a picture of you after he's done with you.
Jason threw his head back and just kept fucking your throat as he began to huff and groan almost animalistic, then the need to be touched became way too much for your poor body to handle and you tapped on his chest. Jason, being the decent man he is, immediately pulled out of your mouth and kneeled down to your level, cupping your pretty but messy face, drool covering your mouth, tears streaming and makeup already ruined.
But he couldn't focus on that right now, "are you okay, baby? Did I go too hard?" He asked out of breath and worried that he might've hurt you. You immediately shook your head "n-no! Just want you to fuck me, jay.."
You gave him a fucked out smile and his cock was never that hard before, you looked like a dream..maybe a wet one but those are always the best.
Jason just let his hand wander your soft and curvy body as he grabbed your neck again with the other to kiss you, neither of you really wanted to make the kiss romantic. Right now, you two just wanted to fuck like rabid bunnies.
Jason had his fingers and nails dig into the plush skin of your waist "shit..m gonna ruin you tonight."
You shivered and yelped as jason suddenly yanked you off the floor and swung you over his shoulder with your ass right next to his face, he could've sworn he was able to smell your sweet cunt. jay was literally unable to resist the urge to play with your wet pussy while you're over his shoulder, so he basically ripped your panties off your ass and yanked them down your legs to throw them onto the floor "jayy~" you whined, grabbing onto the red jacket "don't tease me—" your breath stuttered once Jason's fingers easily slipped into your cunt "oh fuck.." he said under his breath, just barely audible "sweetheart, you're so fucking wet for me.."
Your hips started to jerk into his touch while Jason just curiously played with your folds and wiggled his finger inside of your cunt. "S-stop!~" your pleads just made him chuckle and smile "you say that, but you keep clenching and bucking your hips" he paused and striked a harsh slap against your ass "bad girl" he said, the grin in his voice was very evident, he loved playing with you like this, just getting you as desperate as possible. "Jason~ fuck—please just f-fuck me!"
Jason kissed your ass and walked over to the bedroom and swinging off his shoulder so that you were laying on the edge of the bed and you immediately spread your legs for Jason as you watched him take the rest of his get-up off and then drop to his knees "your pussy's the only thing I'd get on my knees for.." he placed a kiss on your clothed cunt and spoke up again "maybe for you too but..this ain't the time to talk about that" he mumbled and kissed your pussy again before hooking his fingers underneath the waistband "how much were these?" You steadied yourself on your elbows and breathed out a "huh?" Jason rolled his eyes and looked up at you "were they expensive?" He asked again to which you shook your head "not really.." "not really?" He repeated with a chuckle "yeah, why—" you got cut off by the loud sound on cotton ripping, Jason just ripped your panties in half..fuck that sheer strenght of his made your pussy clench around absolutely nothing. But you wanted to clench down on his cock so bad.
Jason grinned up at you through his black hair and then just started making out with your pussy lips, grunting and growling at the taste of your sweet pussy. You were writhing on the sheets and grabbing them as your back arched off the mattress "ohh—f-fuck! D-da.." you trailed off, not sure if you wanted to say it but then jason stopped fucking you with his tongue and just slid his fingers back into your pussy as he got onto the bed "yeah? What did you wanna say, hm?" He huffed as his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his red, hard cock pressed against your thigh, once he got up, twitching and leaking on your skin "I'm listening, baby" he groaned out in such a sweet but deep tone while he looked down at you. you bit your bottom lip, choking down some moans as his fingers rubbed against your g-spot, jason knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew what made you twitch, writhe and scream.
You finally spoke up "daddy.." and Jason's soft face turned dark with lust and a grin telling you that you aren't gonna be able to even sit tomorrow.
Jason grabbed your waist and flipped you over, showing his your beautiful ass and your arched back "fuck, look at that ass.." he mumbled as he just admired your beautiful body, he loves every fucking curve, dip and stretch mark of your body. He could kiss every inch of you every second of the day and he'd die happy.
Jason's strong hand came up to your pussy and sank in two fingers, but not moving them. Leading to you whining and crying "don't whine baby.." he began and slapped your ass "how about you just shake your ass on my fingers?" He grinned and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth "and if I'm feelin' nice, you'll finally get this fat cock in your needy pussy, yeah?"
You immediately nodded "o-okay!" You mewled but you then recieved another slap on your ass "what was that?" He asked while squeezing the plush flesh "m-meant yes, daddy" you corrected and started shaking your ass to feel more of his fingers, making you lay your head on the sheets and bite them to muffle your moans and embarrassing whimpers.
Jason enjoyed the show greatly, he watched your ass bounce up and down on his fingers so intently. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you to quickly suck them clean and grab his cock "fuck..you're such a good girl, baby..the best girl, aren't you?" You hummed in agreement, your mind was at that point that you just agreed with anything jason said without even knowing what he was saying. And Jason knew that, so he will ask you to repeat what he said so you know exactly what you agree to
"then say it, baby" Jay rasped and grabbed your hips with one hand while the other is grabbing his cock and teasingly prodded it against your clit and then through your folds. "H-huh?" You asked, mind confused and clouded due to his cock being so close to being inside you
Jay grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back so you looked him right in the eye "say you're my good girl" he groaned and softened his tone as he trailed off, seeing your glossy, pretty eyes..with no thought behind them "my pretty, favorite little sweetheart.." you grinned dumbly and opened your mouth just to get cut off my a gasp as jason pushed the head of his cock inside, causing jason to already huff and groan. "C'mon now, say it, smart girl" he mocked and shook your head in his hand.
You whined and wiggled your ass, you tried to push against him to get more of his cock inside but his hand on your hip stopped you, again, jay was way bigger and stronger than you. And having you fight against him, knowing you'll lose got him so hard. Your play fights always turned into rough sex
"'M your good girl, daddy! I'd do anything for you, daddy!" Jason grinned and moved his hand down from your jaw to your neck again and roughly manhandled you to turn over so you were laying on your back and he had all of that pretty body on sight. "Look at you.." he said, with a deep but soft voice as he was watching you over like you were some type of meat to him. He chuckled once you reached your arms out and made grabby hands so he'd kiss you again "so needy.." he smiled down at you and did as you asked, you happily wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed once he kissed you.
Before you knew it, jay was pushing his cock past your pussy lips and slowly pushed further, "mmpff!—j-jayy!" You whined at the stretch and dug your sharp nails into his back, he winced a bit, but God did he love your nails scratching his back open. Jason dipped his head down to kiss at the soft skin on your neck to suck a few dark spots into it. Jay loved seeing the marks he left on you the next morning, and of course also seeing the marks you left on him, sometimes he even verbally encourages you to suck hickeys into his skin.
The stretch of his cock certainly wasn't unwelcomed, but it was still a bitch to get it inside..Jason looked up again and quietly checked up on you "you okay?" Even though he was trying to keep his persona going, he still cared about your well being.
You nodded happily and kissed him again while your legs wrapped around his waist to get him to go deeper. once his tip finally brushed ever so slightly against your cervix, he let out guttural, animalistic growl to be then followed up by a whimper. Jason didn't waste anytime to start thrusting in and out of that little piece of heaven you got between your legs, because God knows jason would go feral if he tried cockwarming with you. He just needed to fuck you at any given moment, he's a desperate mess just like you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cursed through gritted teeth as his hips continued to slap against yours and his cock hammered in and out of you "you feel so fucking good, baby—" Jason whimpered and groaned once he felt your pussy clench and throb around him, jason knew just how to fuck you so you'd fall apart almost immediately. Your nails were scratching at his strong back "you gonna cum for daddy? Already?" He scoffed and as you nodded he pulled out, leaving you moaning and frustrated as he just grinned down at you
"I want you to ride me, can you do that for me?" He asked with a cocky grin while you whined and pouted "j-jaee..." you slurred and grabbed at his arms, jason tapped your forehead and chuckled "can't be this dumb already, babe..c’mon" he ordered and laid down on the pillow before grabbing your hips and pulling you onto him. Once you were ontop and could see his smug face again you pouted sadly "Jay—" "when you ride me you can get to cum as much as you like, how does that sound, hm?"
Jason grinned again at you staring down at his cock, almost hypnotized "c'mon, be a good girl and ride Daddy's thick cock" he urged by massaging the fat of your wide hips "k-kay, daddy.." you mewled and slowly aligned his cock with your dripping hole to immidietly drop down on him with a loud and long moan.
Jason clenched his teeth and gripped your hips tighter "shit—Baby, you feel so good..fucking everytime feels like the first fucking time" he cursed and let his head fall back, he looked so pretty like this. Relaxed, face flushed with heat and his hair stuck to his forehead while the other hairs decorated the pillow nicely. "Bounce for me, babe..bounce on my cock" he groaned as you started lifting your hips slightly and dropping back down, finding a rhythm you both enjoyed. You desperately rolled your hips and threw your head back, so lost in the pleasure. You put your hands on those that were on your hips to help you steady yourself.
You thought you had a nice view before, but you're not seeing what he sees..he just sees his fucking angel making herself feel good on his fat cock, so good that she doesn't even know what's going on anymore, his pretty little airhead angel..
You choked out a moan and felt your thighs burn, but you were so close again..that burning in your legs wasn't going to stop you. Jason felt your hot walls throb and convulse on his cock, making him grin again and let his dominants hand travel down to play with your clit, he's always happy to make you cum faster.
"Yeah, baby..fuckin' cum on me" he huffed and watched you closely as your thighs started shaking "make a fuckin' mess— good fucking girl" Jason looked up was was not ready for that sight..
You were sucking and biting on your own fingers as your mascara and eyeshadow running eyes stared him down as you came on him. Jason cursed, gritted his teeth and grabbed your wrists to slam you under him as he fucked you into the mattress like a feral animal "f-fuck, baby..you damn angel, huh?" Jason ripped your fingers out of your mouth and replaced them with his own "so fuckin' pretty..damn.." he groaned and began to thrust harder, forcing another orgasm out of you. You whined and mewled as you bit down on his fingers and came on his cock.
"P-please, daddy! C-cum inside me!" You cried, muffled due to your mouth being full. Jason couldn't even think anymore after everything you just said and did, his thrusts became more sloppy as he moaned into the mattress next to you. "Fuck!" His yelling drowned in the mattress as he creamed your pussy full to the brim.
You don't think he ever came that hard...and that much..after good 10 seconds he was still cumming and moaning before pulling away from the mattress with a string of spit connected to it and his lips "that was...fucking good..." he chuckled and grinned down at you, he held his weight up to not crush you and just look at you and the marks he's left on you.
"My pretty girl..fuck you look so good" he said in a soft and loving tone as he wiped your hair away from your face, "I could just look at you all day.." you giggled at his compliment "no you couldn't! You'd try to fuck me" Jason let out a soft laugh and kissed your forehead "let me run you a bath, okay?" As he was about to pull out, you pulled at his bicep to get his attention "wait, you forgot something.." you mumbled with an almost shy grin. Jay smiled and ran his finger over your cheek "n what would that be?"
You bit your bottom lip with the same grin "you wanted to take a photo of me.." you mumbled and Jason's eyes widened a bit before kissing you "you're right, baby.." his grin widened and reached down to the side of the bed to reach into his pants to get his phone.
Once he got it, he pulled his Softening cock out of you and groaned out a hushed "fuck..look at that.." as he saw your cunt drip with his cum. Jay turned on the camera and made sure to get both your overflown pussy and your pretty face in the picture "say 'I love my daddy'" he encouraged as he held your thighs open you giggled happily and said "I love my daddy!"
He took the picture and smiled at it before throwing his phone behind him on the bed and threw himself onto you to leave kisses all over your face "jayy~ you wanted to take a bath!"
"Just one second.." he mumbled before grabbing your face and kissing you on your pouty lips "I love you, baby.."
You kissed him back and giggled into the kiss "I love you more~"
Just,,,, breaking into a tight hole’s house at night.
Mask on and lazily making my way to the bedroom, stopping to find good places to place the cameras so I can keep an eye on my toy.
Finally making my way to their bedroom. Sitting on the edge of their bed, the Bowie knife in my hand resting gently on their stomach while I brush their hair back and coo at them to wake up.
The dumb bitch opening their eyes only to get their mouth covered and the knife pressed to their throat.
“Shhhhh darling, we don’t want any accidents with the knife do we?”
Leaning back and telling them to get undressed, the blade lightly being dragged across their skin until I unzip and push into them, ignoring the crying and begging.
Fucking them repeatedly, until the crying and begging has turned into near silent whimpers.
Finishing with them by pulling my phone out and taking photos and videos of their fucked out holes and tear stained face, knife pressed against their cheek.
Threatening to post the photos of their fucked out body online with their address if they ever tell anybody.
Then being able to go home and watch them limp around the next morning in front of the cameras, already making plans for my next visit to my special lil cumdump.
[DETRANS, SISSY, RACEPLAY AND MISOGYNIST KINKS DO NOT TOUCH]
Thinking about being lovingly pounded by a werewolf who tenderly holds onto my stomach so they can feel it get bigger each time they knot me and pump me full with another warm load of cum. Leaning back every time it swells and watching it pop in with some good pushing and loving how my back arches and my legs tremble. Kissing my neck and stroking me for my own pleasure but also so I can tighten up around their knot and feel just how much I make them throb.
Your werewolf boyfriend enjoys taking walks in the forest and always gives you a one minute headstart for you to run before he eventually catches up with you, tears off your clothes and starts pounding you like the little bitch in heat that you are.
'hunting grounds.' (3.2k)
werewolf!bakugou katsuki x female reader
warnings: consensual non-consent (please listen to that warning), predator/prey, injuries, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, no prep, marking, blood, knotting, monsterfucking, breeding kink, creampie, rut implied.
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Run.
Run, that's all you could think.
Every muscle of your body was screaming at you to run faster, but it felt almost impossible with the burn in your thighs, the pain in your ankles and the strain on your bones. But if you stop for just a second, you're dead. The air in your lungs didn't feel like enough, even with the wind whipping past your face as you dart between the looming trees overhead. How long could you run for? You didn't even want to think about that, not with something worse than the hunters you had encountered on your way home that evening on your tail.
You powered the last remaining parts of your energy into your legs and sprinted faster than you ever had before. Your ears pricked at the sound of bounding footfall, your chest rising and falling hard at the sound somehow growing faster and closer. Then you heard it, the sound of the rushing water—the border onto land you lived on, perhaps he was actually just chasing you off of his ground.
Your heart beat faster in your chest, skidding down along the embankment until your feet fell into the creek. You clambered up the other side and across the leafy and mossy ground, whipping your head around to catch sight of a large figure in the shadows of the trees with bright red eyes and you swore you saw steam blow from his nostrils as he flared them, a rippling growl rumbling through the air was enough motivation for you to scamper back onto your feet and throw yourself back through the forest.
The green of the trees was a blur, solely focused on keeping nimble on your feet so you didn't trip and fall. If you did, then it was over. Even though you weren't on his land anymore that didn't mean he wouldn't follow you over, if he was hungry enough then you're sure he would chase you across the country for a bite. The mossy ground was soft underfoot, keeping the sound of your running softened to a gentle crunching. The sound of the creek and rushing water was long gone, replaced with panting breaths and the sound of your clothes rustling with each running step you took.
But the further you got into the forest, the quieter it got. Eerily so. No birds were rustling in their nests when you sprinted by, and no startled deer moving out of the way of a potential threat. That could only mean one thing—they had already fled out of fear of something bigger and scarier lurking in these woods with you. Slowly, your running steps slowed down until you were standing stock still in the middle of the forest. You turn, looking in every direction to stare into the inky darkness surrounding you, the trees loomed like tall shadowy figures; sealing you in. Something felt off, a tension in the cold night air that was just ready to snap.
The sound of the twig snapping sent a thrill up your spine, fear washing your blood cold and your fight or flight kicked in automatically. It screamed at you to run, you couldn't fight this thing even if you wanted to. It would kill you, he would kill you. Not even bothering to glance over your shoulder to see if you were being chased, you set off again in a different direction. Maybe you could throw him off, confuse him and finally escape.
In the distance, you could see one of the streetlights that lined the long winding road you had travelled down just earlier that evening, and the hammering of your chest grew tenfold. This was it, you could get onto the open road and surely you will run into a car, a truck, something or anyone who would rescue and save you from your demise.
So why was your world suddenly tipping out of balance? How did the sky replace the ground and vice versa? Since when did the trees flip upside down?
No.
It was you who was being thrown off balance, a blossoming pain erupting from your right side as you tumbled and fell away from the path that led you to the road. Every muscle and bone ached in your body, rocks scraping at your skin and twigs tangled in your hair. You screamed, or tried to, with the heavy weight of what felt like a ton of bricks pushing down against your body until you were face first in the mossy muddy ground.
A hand was at your nape, keeping you pinned to the ground. It didn't feel like a normal human hand, you could feel the thick claws—not nails—digging into your skin, pinching at you as a threat. Then came the haggard breathing, the panting heavy breaths against your ear felt like you were standing before the sun. You had to get out from under him, move, run, anything, just get away from—
"Don't even fuckin' think about it." Came the voice of the man, more of a rumbling growl that vibrated up along your spine and sat at the back of your skull reminding you that this thing was no man but rather a beast. "Thought ya could get away, huh? Stupid little bitch, should've stayed out of the woods." His weight bears down on your back, breath being squeezed from your lungs.
"P-Please," you try to wheeze out, it felt like your entire body was going to be crushed any second now if he continued to push down on you, his hand squeezed threateningly around your neck. "Let me go, please, I won't—"
"Won't what?" He snaps, you can hear his sharp teeth snap near your ear before they grit together. "Won't go and tell those hunters who were wandering close to my home? All because they heard you running around like a headless chicken?" Is that why he had chased you down, for nearly exposing him to hunters of the supernatural?
"I won't!" you try to yell, forcing him to press you down into the ground again to silence you. You splutter on the mud and leaves sticking to your face, and the man seemed to take a small mercy on you to pull you up to breathe again. "I won't tell them, promise, please don't kill me." it comes out as a pathetic whimper, one that has the man freezing over the top of you and you think he might be deciding on what to do if he can really trust a measly human like you.
Every muscle in your body freezes when there's a warm wet stripe of saliva licked up along your cheek, his hot puffs of breath sticking to your heated skin. Did he just lick you? "Why would I kill a sweet thing like you?" his chest vibrates, almost like a purr with the way the words slip from his lips in sticky honey.
"I have somethin' much better planned for ya."
It's like a bolt of lightning shoots down your spine, tingling along your nerves before it kickstarts your fight-or-flight instincts once again. The way he said that meant nothing good—nothing good for you anyway. You try to struggle tenfold, actually managing to buck the man momentarily off of your back with your own body. Wasting no time you crawl forward, hands scraping through the undergrowth to try and make some space before you could get your feet under you. If only you were faster than a beast designed for the Hunt.
The man's hands clamp down on your calves, claws digging into your flesh enough to draw blood. Your scream is shrill when he drags you back towards him and underneath him properly, his hips now positioned to hold your own down whilst a singular large palm presses down against your head once again. "Silly little mortal, you think you can escape me?" His free hand drags down along your dirty clothing, uncaring for the way the dirt catches on his hands until he reaches the hem of your jeans, mean fingers curling against the material and you're given nothing but a second before they're being ripped from your body.
Shamelessly he groans, eyes locked in on what becomes his new goal; to fuck you into submission, you won't be screaming for him to get off of you when you finally get a taste of what's between his legs. He grins, all sharp teeth and devilishly handsome when that same hand glides along your clothed slit to hear the horrified gasp that comes from your mouth. "Stop! Don't touch me, please!" you try to bargain with him, to try and make him realise that this is wrong. Of course the man is no longer listening, leaning naturally into the beast lurking in the shadows of his soul.
"Shut up." He snarls, claws curling into the fabric of your panties to tug on them once, watching the material become skintight with your cunt before he tugs again, and again before finally they rip completely apart. The cold air has you shivering when it meets the now exposed flesh of your pussy, goosebumps decorating all the way up your spine until it roots itself at the base of your skull—you felt frozen to the spot, in the clutches of the literal beast. A finger once again glides between your thighs, you're unable to stop the quiver in your thighs when you feel the sharpness of his claw against the outer labia before it moved inwards, his knuckle instead brushing apart your lips until he could find what he wanted.
Suddenly his weight was moved down your body, a large hand still holding your upper body down into the ground whilst his breath panted hotly against your slowly wettening pussy. It filled you with shame, how your body reacted to such advances of a man who you did not want. It made you feel even worse when he groaned, huffing on your natural scent before he buried his face between your legs. He kneed your legs apart, keeping them spread for him whilst he feasted on his new prize in the middle of the forest.
"So sweet, I knew you'd taste so fuckin' good." He groans against your cunt, lips dripping with saliva as if he were no better than a damn dog. It has him growling, feasting on your pussy with more vigour when he licks again to find a copious amount of slick starting to glisten between your thighs. "Thought you didn't want me to touch'ya? You're fuckin' soaking." His words were slurred whilst mixed with a harsh growl, vibrating against your admittedly wet lips.
His words make you clench around nothing, your face burning with embarrassment. Was he speaking the truth? Were you actually getting turned on by this brute of a man? No, surely it was just your body's natural way of responding—right? That had to be it, there was no way you were actually–
Your orgasm hit you entirely unexpectedly, a warmth in your gut spreading throughout your entire body until your muscles were pliant and soft beneath the hulking mass of a man. His deep chuckle vibrated against your clit, your body jolting when he left with just a parting kiss against it before leaning back up on his knees to survey his work. His hands trailed along your sides for a moment before they hooked against your waist, yanking your hips up and back until you were forced to be pressed flush against his own. His bulge wasn't hard to miss, the thickness of it far more significant than anything you had ever taken before.
As if somehow sensing your apprehension, the man leans over you until his upper body is flush with your back and his face is pressed into your neck. His warmth encompasses you entirely, like a heavy comfortable blanket draped over you. “Shh…” he hushes gently into your neck, before his tongue laps against you — a long, wet and hot stripe until he reaches your ear, nuzzling into you once again. “Hold still for me.”
A hand slipped between the two of you, before you felt something impossibly hot like it was made from molten steel. You're not even quite sure when he took his clothes off, or if he was even wearing any in the first place. Did a man that was more beast than a human even need clothes? Your mind was quickly flushed of any thoughts when the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt, stroking up and down with the help of his wrist before he leans forward, body hunching over your own before his cockhead catches on your entrance.
Immediately it's an impossible stretch, your mouth falling open before you whine, loud and pained. The man above you reacts immediately, perhaps more on instinct than anything when he nuzzles his face into the side of your own, huffing hot breaths against your face the further he pushes into you. "It's okay, sweet thing, doin' good." The praise sounds so foreign coming from his mouth, the juxtaposition between the situation and his sweet words has your mind swirling in confusion. You shouldn't be enjoying this, shouldn't be liking the way he licks at your salty cheeks like a dog and you definitely shouldn't be clenching around him when he finally bottoms out inside of you.
The man growls, not quite the threatening growl you had heard previously that same night but more possessive, like he finally got exactly what he wanted when he remains seated with his hips against your ass. Finally, his weight is lifted off of your body, a large hand still splayed out against your back to ensure you didn't run once again whilst the other slowly traversed the expanse of your body. His fingers were gentle despite the large claws that followed in their wake, tracing invisible lines as he watched how your body reacted to his touch with goosebumps. His hand finally settled at your waist, large fingers flexing until he had a solid grip on your waist and that was the only minuscule warning you had to curl your hands into the dirt beneath you in an attempt to hold on.
His pace was brutal, almost punishing. The tips of his claws were digging into your flesh, the wet warmth of blood prickling beneath each of his fingers whilst he bullied his way through your walls. You were squeezing him so tightly, unwillingly sucking him further until the head of his cock was knocking against your g-spot and in turn, the wind was knocked from your lungs. You turned your head to the side to avoid swallowing leaves and dirt, staring with blurry eyes at the looming figures of the trees around you.
"Please..." you whimper, unable to focus on how the leaves crunched beneath your hands and how your knees ached as they scraped against rocks. The man above you shifted, the hand pinning you to the ground slid up until it was wrapped around the base of your neck—yet it didn't feel quite as terrifying as when he first held you down, there was no pressure behind the hold but rather he was just keeping his hand there. Perhaps it was reassurance? You couldn't quite put a finger on the feeling with the consistent slapping of his hips against your ass and the way he was still drawing blood with his other hand against your hip.
That was until said hand slipped down and around, the callouses of his fingers catching against your clit for a moment before he brushes his fingers down to feel the way his cock stretched your pussy impossibly wide. His fingers glided back and forth against your lips, spreading the mixture of both of your arousals until his fingers were dripping in it. You continued to plead, babbling words, not quite sure what you were asking for anymore when his fingers finally return to your neglected clit to swirl tight circles that immediately had your back arching more.
The man behind you seemed to appreciate that, a low groan that almost sounded pained burning through his throat as he continued to play with your throbbing bud. You were squeezing him so tightly, making him work harder to bully his way through your walls — forcing his way deeper until he was bumping against your cervix and tearing a scream from your throat the second your orgasm hit you.
It was violent, extremely so, the way your body tensed up and your lungs ceased to work whilst the beast continued to fuck you into the ground uncaring of the way you squealed at the overstimulation. "W-Wait!" you try to free a hand to push back at his hips but instead his claws tighten around the back of your neck, a rumbling growl that tapers off into a moan when you squeeze in response to the noise.
"Stay. Still." He snarls, teeth bared as he watches the way your pussy continues to gush around him, he was right on the cusp of letting go—and he had no plans to stop himself. "'m gonna fuck you full of my cum. Get you all big and round with my pups." His words were vulgar, slurred as drool pooled on his tongue with the urge to bite, to mate. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably at the sudden new twinge of pain, it felt like something was being pressed into you as well as his cock. That's when his thrusts got harsher, throwing his hips forward once, twice, three times until you feel a wet pop. Immediately, it feels like you're being stuffed somehow more, the way your cunt spasms and squeezes around him to try and push him out has his claws digging into your neck to yank you up.
"Mine." He snarls into your ear before his head ducks down, large canines sinking into your flesh as if it were nothing more than paper to him. The overstimulation of both pleasure and undeniable pain has your eyes rolling back, brain fogging in confusion and you let yourself become completely pliant in his hands when he ruts his hips again, ensuring he'd fully seated his knot inside of you before you feel the rush of cum. There's a lot of it, perhaps too much with the way he shifts his hips somewhat closer to ensure you were truly plugged up.
His arms remain wrapped around you when he manages to wrangle you both down to the ground, uncaring of the rocks that dig into his side whilst he holds you close. His face nuzzles into the back of your hair to take a long deep inhale. Pure contentment settled deep in his bones as he kept you wrapped around his knot, securing both his and your future together.
"Katsuki?" your voice comes quietly, breaking apart the silence of the night. The man behind you shifts, both of you groaning at the tug between your thighs. "You back with me?" your fingers trace along his arms, the long claws long gone and the fur that usually patched his skin retreated until it was just his normal body hair, littered with a multitude of scars.
Katsuki hums, pulling you in for a tight hug before he relaxes his muscles again. "Yeah, thank you for helping sweetness."
girllll ik this sounds weird but what if you do dom!poly!dron (ofc mean draco and soft ron) with a breeding kink and a spanking kink and they put a pussy plug in you to keep their cum in sorry if it sounds weird tho 🤭👏🏾
cw: dp, degradation, cnc, slapping, spitting, overstimulation, mxm, read the ask for more
“come on little slut, get up” draco commands gruffly, slapping your ass. the action causes you to whimper, and the skin that he’d struck sets ablaze. he and ron had already worked to pull multiple orgasms from you—which you’d lost count of, the two of them each only cumming once. your whole body shook as you wiggled to be on your hands and knees.
ron slotted himself beneath you, gently cupping your face in his hand. “hey there princess” he whispered, stroking over your tear stained cheek with a gentle, callused thumb.
“hi daddy” you whined, burying yourself in his chest.
“there’s our girl” he winked at draco, who was knelt up on his haunches behind you, rolling his eyes as he rapidly jerked his cock.
“pathetic slut if you ask me” draco snarked, slapping your ass a few more times. each infliction was meant my a shriek and a soft sob from you as you held tighter to ron’s shoulders. “you’re too soft on her, ronniekins. she likes being roughed up, don’t you baby?” draco smirked, grabbing your hair and roughly tugging it so your back was against his chest.
you moaned loudly, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure as your hair was pulled. “yes, sir” you whimpered softly.
draco laughed darkly, licking the tears slipping down your cheeks. “all pathetic whores do, baby” he hummed, slapping your cheek a few times before shoving you back into ron.
you whimpered as you collided with his chest and the ginger-haired man frowned at the rough treatment. he gasped softly as the tip of his cock made contact with your tight, dripping entrance.
you whined quietly as ron’s thick cock slowly pushed it’s way into your entrance, both of you moaning as he bottomed out. “daddy” you whimpered softly as he squeezed your hips.
“daddy’s gotcha baby” he whispered, rubbing your lower back. “you okay to let sir in now?” he asked. your head bobbed softly in a nod as you kept your head buried in his chest.
ron gently grabbed your jaw, lifting your head to make you look at him. “daddy needs words, beautiful” he hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“yes daddy” you whispered, nodding.
“good girl” he murmured, reaching back and spreading your cheeks for draco. the silver-haired man moaned at the sight of ron’s cum spilling from your puckering hole, providing more than enough room for him to bully his cock into you. nevertheless, he leant down and spit onto your rosebud before lining his cock up with your entrance.
he groaned as he shoved his cock into you, resorting you to a dumb, drooling, babbling mess atop ron’s chest. “just one more for us baby, you’re being so good” ron praised.
“that’s it slut, you lay there and take these fucking cocks like you’re meant to” draco growled. the stark contrast between the praise and the degradation, along with the punishing pace that the two men had begun creating made your head spin and your stomach coil in that beautiful way that you loved.
“daddy i’m gonna cum!” you moaned out, your back arching, causing your chest to press up against his. s
draco grabbed your hair, pulling you back up so you were pressed against his chest as he groped your breasts, pinching and pulling at the peaks of your hardened nipples. “is that how whores ask for what they want?” he growled, slapping your tits harshly. the harsh metal of malfoy family ring hit your nipples with each slap, causing you to shriek and clench down tightly around your favorite men.
“no sir, i’m sorry sir!” you shrieked out as ron pinched your clit between his fingers. “please may i cum?” you sobbed out.
“hold it” shockingly, the rough command came from the ginger boy beneath you as he amused himself by playing with your swollen little nub. “you will wait for us to cum, slut” he growled, slapping your clit a few times.
you sobbed and begged, but all of your pleas fell upon deaf ears. they didn’t let up, nor did they give you a break to hold off your orgasm. you gasped softly as you began to squirt. your body convulsing and caving in on itself as ron continued to spank your clit and draco began to spank your ass as punishment for disobeying them. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry!” you rushed out as your orgasm gushed from your cunt, soaking ron’s abs and the tuft of curls just above his cock.
“oh i bet you will be, whore” draco growled. he shoved you down into ron’s chest, spreading your ass cheeks apart and groaning as he began to cum into your tight hole. he leaned over you, pressing his lips against ron’s and shoving his tongue into the older boy’s mouth.
draco’s kiss caused ron’s hips to stutter as his seed began to spill into your cunt alongside draco’s. you whimpered, one more orgasm weakly spurting from your cunt as you watched your men kiss. they pulled away and the three of you turned into a pile of heavy breaths and tangled limbs.
draco was the first to pull out, followed by ron only after he had gotten your plugs. ron gathered the cum seeping from your ass before shoving the plug deep inside you, while draco did the same with your spent pussy.
you whimpered as they came to lay on either side of you, sandwiching you between them. “you better enjoy your nap, slut” draco grunted, reaching between your legs and pinching your clit. “your ass has got a date with my belt the second you wake up since you decided to break my rules.” he taunted lowly.
“You said you want to work off the debt,” he lowers his lips to your ear, his voice reduced to a breathy growl, “I can think of some work for that bratty little mouth.”
☆ SYNOPSIS | You hit pro hero Dynamight’s car and can’t afford to take care of it. He gets an idea for how you can work off the damages — but you gotta do it right here, right now.
☆ WORD COUNT | 6.5k
☆ RATING | nsfw +18, minors & ageless blogs dni!
☆ CONTAINS | dark content, (extremely) dubcon, noncon elements, blackmail, degradation, humiliation, breath play, lots of spit play, oral (bkg receiving), rough facefucking, public / voyeurism kinda, nonconsensual photo, fantasizing, use of degrading names (bitch, whore, slut), bkg is an overall asshole + physically intimidates reader
☆ A.N. | this is extremely self-indulgent lol — and also my first time posting a fic, kinda nervous ! i have plans for this to become a series ~ hope you enjoy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You would never admit it out loud, but you tended to be a distracted driver. After a long day of work, it was easy to slip into the comfort of your own mind as you sped down the mostly empty highway. Your fantasies kept you company on the drive, the haze of daydreaming like a plush blanket for your tired mind. It was nice — it made the drive go by faster, but it meant you probably weren’t as attentive of a driver as you should be.
That’s why, as you’re making the commute home through the back roads like you always do, you don’t notice the army green sports car barreling towards you from behind in the next lane over. Engrossed in whatever fanfiction situation you’re cooking up in your mind, you start to merge into the right lane, anticipating an upcoming turn. You glance at your rear view mirror as you do, not bothering to look over your right shoulder or put your signal on — you hadn’t noticed any other cars on the road with you for miles anyways. Except there was another car on the road with you and it was going way over the speed limit, racing into your blind spot before you can get a glimpse of it.
It all happened in a split second — you couldn’t even register exactly what had happened. The piercing sound of tires screeching and metal scraping fills your ears, then you’re gripping your steering wheel, desperately trying to keep control of your car as it veers off of the road and into uneven dirt. You press your foot on the brake instinctively, your steering wheel jerking in your grip as your car lurches over the dirt then finally comes to a harsh stop that makes your body hurl forward from the momentum.
You pant, your heart fluttering in your chest and the high of adrenaline keeping you from forming a coherent thought. Your eyes dart down to your body and your hands finally come off of the steering wheel — you had been gripping it so hard it hurt — so you can pat yourself, looking for any sign of injury. No pain, no blood — you sigh, relief setting in. You realize your airbag hadn’t deployed, so you reach up and pull down the visor above you, flipping open the mirror and inspecting yourself in case you’d injured your face when you’d lurched forward. All seems fine — except for the man you finally notice in your mirror stomping up to your car.
You quickly put your car in park, unbuckle your seatbelt and jump out. The man is already yelling, arms gesturing wildly as he rounds the driver’s side of your car.
“—fuckin’ IDIOT, what are ya fuckin’ BLIND?! Don’t know how to use your damn signal, or are ya just STUPID?!”
You put your hands up in surrender as the man continues his ascent, “I-I’m sorry,” you squeak, “I didn’t see you—“
“No shit sweetheart, ya didn’t even fuckin’ look!!”
He’s in your face now, your back pressed against the side of your car as he towers over you. You’re not exactly a tiny person — you’re pretty average sized, actually — this guy is just huge. The sleeves of his black t-shirt strain against his bulging muscles as he points sharply behind your car. “Look at what you did to my car,” he growls, his face inches from yours as you flinch away from him.
You turn your gaze towards where he’s pointing and finally see it — an expensive looking dark green sports car with bright orange racing stripes decorating its side. It’s parked slightly perpendicular to the road, the front of it angled downward, having been driven into a ditch. The driver’s side door is still ajar from when the man had thrown it open, and music blares over the car speakers — angry rock music that’s all rolling drums, gravelly guitar rifts, and deep guttural vocals. This car looks luxurious next to your weathered Honda Civic, all suited up and shiny — except, of course, for the gnarly scratch all along the driver’s side. You wince at the sight, and the man in front of you laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
“Yeah, see that shit? I should wring your little fuckin’ neck!”
You look back at him, the adrenaline rush kicking in again. This man has some audacity. You stare him defiantly in his crimson eyes, straightening up with new-found courage. Cowering under an asshole man was not like you, after all.
“What the fuck is your problem?! The ‘roids really hittin’ today or what?”
“You little —“
“You need to fucking relax dude. And back the fuck up off me!” You emphasize the end of your sentence with a shove, planting both palms on his firm chest and pushing as hard as you can. All your strength barely moves him, but his eyes widen for a split second in shock and he takes a small step back.
You’re able to get a good look at him now that he’s given you some distance. His ash blonde hair is unruly and dense, sticking up at odd angles. His facial features are angular and cat-like with high cheek bones and an intensely sharp jawline. He is very muscular, his shirt pulled so taught against his chest that you can see the definition of his pecs. His biceps have to be about the size of your head and his forearms are thick, tattoos covering his left arm down to the elbow, protruding veins running down to his clenched fists where silver rings decorate his fingers.
Your eyes travel lower. He’s wearing gray joggers that hang low on his hips, and even though they’re slightly loose you can still tell how muscular his legs are underneath. He moves to adjust his sweats, and down his right pant leg a faint outline bobs against the fabric.
You snap your eyes back up to his face and are met with an infuriating smirk. His red eyes look down at you, still filled with fiery rage — and something else you can’t quite place.
And that’s when you recognize him.
“You’re Dynamight.”
His resolve cracks, his smirk turning down into a grimace.
“You’re fucking Dynamight,” you continue with your own smirk now spreading across your face, “Mr. golden boy pro hero Dynamight! Holy shit — I wonder how the commission would feel about you threatening a civilian. I wonder how the internet would feel about you threatening a woman!”
“Look, lady —“
“No, fuck you! I’m sorry I hit your fuckin’ car, but you have no right —“
“Yeah, you hit my car,” he barks at you, rage taking over once again, “so don’t get all fuckin’ high and mighty with me! D’you know how much that custom paint job is gonna cost to fix?!”
Your face falls and he sneers, lip curling up to reveal a sharp canine as he continues berating you.
“You wouldn’t fuckin’ know with your shitty little beater! So I suggest you shut your fuckin’ mouth and get me your insurance and ID, now! And don’t make me ask twice.”
You’re biting the inside of your cheek now, taking in just how royally fucked you are. Your insurance payments are already almost more than you can afford, an incident like this was sure to really screw up your finances. You could try to leverage exposing him and putting in a complaint with the commission again to get him to let it go but, if you were being honest with yourself, you knew it wouldn’t really be that much leverage. You knew about Dynamight — how he was notorious for being a huge dick, to say the least. He must already have a phone book full of complaints, and yet he was still one of the top pros in the nation. The commission clearly didn’t care enough to properly discipline him, and no matter how many videos of him cursing out civilians surfaced on Twitter, his merch still always sold out in minutes. The man was damn near untouchable.
“Well?” he says gruffly, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I’m waiting.”
“I…” you trail off, looking down at the floor as you deflate, “would rather not get insurance involved. Can we settle this between us? I’ll pay for the damages out of pocket?”
Dynamight laughs that unhumorous laugh again. “Oh yeah? Gonna pull ten racks out of your ass to fix that custom paint job? That orange color was formulated especially for me — they call it Dynamight Fuel Orange. Costs a pretty fuckin’ penny. You got that kinda money lyin’ around?”
You’re looking at him now, eyes wide, and he’s crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk. That stupid fucking smirk, it makes your blood boil — but you have to negotiate with him, try to be nice about it. Maybe he’ll take pity on you.
“Look, Dynamight, sir…” you say softly, noticing his eyes darken a bit at the moniker, “you’re right, I don’t have that kind of money. But I also can’t afford to have my insurance go up right now….”
He snorts, not faltering as he starts to pull his phone out. “Not my problem, sweetheart. If you don’t wanna give me your information, I’ll just call the cops —“
“Please, no!” You’re invading his space before you realize what you’re doing, putting your hand on Dynamight’s forearm to stop him from fishing his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants. He looks at you wide eyed, surprised by the intrusion, but doesn’t pull away from you. You stay there like that, your small hand gripping his taught forearm as you crane your neck to look up at him. “Please, Dynamight. There has to be something else I can do. I can work off the debt somehow…”
Bakugou looks you over as you prattle on, listing ways in which you might be able to exchange free work for his mercy. Your boldness has surprised him twice now — how fearlessly you had yelled at and pushed him earlier, and now, how easy it was for you to get in his space and grab him. You were a fiery little thing and your insolence infuriates him, but it also makes him a bit curious about you.
He takes in your face — the way your eyes look at him with such conviction, darting around when you’re trying to gather your thoughts, then looking up into his eyes again without fear. He watches your tongue dart out to wet your plump lips, the way you take your lower lip between your teeth when you’re trying to choose the right words. He notices the slight blush on your cheeks, whether it was from your closeness or the summer heat he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t noticed before, completely blinded by his own anger and adrenaline, but you are… honestly cute.
He looks down further, taking in the slope of your neck and the way your collarbones are only partially visible, disappearing under your shirt. Where he’s standing, he has a perfect view down your v-neck top. Your breasts are sitting pretty, skin glistening from the light sheen of sweat that’s developed, protruding then receding slightly as you take quick breaths. He can see your bra from this angle, the way it hugs your chest and hides away more than he wants it to. Your bra is black, lacy.
He wonders if your panties match.
Something you’re saying grabs his attention, making him turn his gaze back to your face.
“I’m a teacher. That’s why I can’t afford —”
Bakugou snorts, “They let you teach kids dressed like that?”
You look down at yourself, confused. What was so offensive about your v-neck and jeans? “Yeah? It’s Friday, we’re allowed to dress casually on —“
“Your tits are practically fallin’ out of that shirt,” he says, his lips curling up into a smug smile as your head snaps back up, mouth agape. You finally let go of his arm, moving your hand to cover your chest.
“Y’know what, fuck you,” you’re turning back towards your car now, fuming again, “I don’t need your misogynistic bullshit. You can just have my insur—“
Bakugou grabs your wrist suddenly, pulling you along as he stomps back towards the front end of his car, which is still sitting in a ditch. You claw at his grasp, stumbling along behind him. “Let me go, asshole!” you screech, unable to shake his vice-like grip. He pulls you down into the ditch with him, then reels on you, a crazed look in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat.
“Looks like my front bumper’s dented too,” the blonde says, voice low and gruff. Your eyes dart over to his bumper — but there is no dent. “W-where? I don’t see a —“
Without letting go of your wrist, Bakugou turns, brings his knee up high towards his chest, then launches his foot down onto the shiny front bumper of his own car. The metal crunches under the force, leaving behind a brand new dent as his foot returns to the dirt floor.
“See it now?”
His expression is different from the anger you’d seen earlier — it’s completely unhinged and it’s scaring you now. The wild look in his eyes paired with the menacing grin spread across his face is making your skin crawl. You shrink under his gaze, trying again to pull from his too-tight hold on your wrist.
The way you’re trembling and pulling away has Bakugou stiffening. The pure unadulterated fear he can see in your eyes as they widen, replacing the defiant gaze you had had just moments ago — it was absolutely delicious. He was just going to let insurance handle this little mishap, but you just had to be a brat, thinking you could stand up to him. Now he was going to put you in your place, and Gods know he was going to enjoy it.
“Looks like the bill just went up, sweetheart,” he spits the pet name, like it tastes bad in his mouth. “Your insurance ain’t gonna like that. Do you even have a plan that will cover this much?”
You’re stammering now, eyes welling up with tears as you try to push his hand off of your wrist. He’s gripping you so hard you’re certain his fingertips will leave bruises in your skin, his hold temporarily immortalized on your body. He pulls your wrist into his chest, and you’re forced to step forward into him. You’re so close now that you can feel the heat coming off of his firm body, you can smell the musky-sweet scent wafting from his skin — his face so close that you can see the gold specs littering his crimson irises, his breath fanning across your face.
“You said you want to work off the debt,” he lowers his lips to your ear, his voice reduced to a breathy growl, “I can think of some work for that bratty little mouth.”
With that, Bakugou’s grip snaps from your wrist to the back of your hand and he pulls it down towards his crotch, closing his hand over yours and forcing you to grab onto his half-hard cock through his sweats.
A sound of protest starts to leave you but gets caught in your throat when you feel it — the action so swift and so bold that your brain can’t fully process. You look down at where your hands are joined, as if to check if this is really happening, then back up at the red eyes that are boring into your own. Dynamight’s pupils are blown out, dark voids starting to overtake the crimson, and a fiendish smile plays on his lips. The look in his eyes is wild, hard, cocky — you realize he’s fully enjoying this display of power and he’s daring you to defy him. Something about him leering over you, making you feel like nothing more than prey to this well-trained predator, has you… completely turned on.
He’s moving your hands around slightly now, pushing and rubbing at his dick through the cotton fabric. You can feel it starting to stiffen, growing in your hand. It’s not even fully hard yet and you can tell that it’s big — bigger than you’ve ever had. You know you should pull away, scream at him, jump in your car and take off, but you just can’t. You’re frozen there, entranced by the feeling of him growing in your palm and completely hypnotized by the sadistic gleam in his feline eyes. Your body is starting to heat up, your face flushing, a familiar tension growing between your thighs that makes your head fuzzy.
“Well?” Comes Dynamight’s gruff voice, ripping you from your thoughts. “I ain’t got all day. Want me to let the damages go or not?”
Your voice comes out small, weak. “H-here? Right here?” Your eyes dart around at the road, half expecting to see cars lined up on the side of the road, a crowd forming silently to watch you defile yourself for this asshole. But there’s nobody, no cars as far as your eyes can see.
Bakugou grunts in response. “Did I stutter? Get on your knees.”
You know you shouldn’t do this. This road was usually pretty desolate, yes, but there was still the occasional car or semi-truck that blew through. Who’s to say they wouldn’t see? Who’s to say they wouldn’t slow down and snap a picture? Somehow the thought, as mortifying as it was, had a knot forming deep in your core — was it humiliation you felt, or arousal? Or was it the dizzying combination of both?
You don’t protest, your mind swimming with desire and the possibility of getting out of this situation scott-free. You just lower yourself, eyes on his as your knees come to rest on the hard ground. Dynamight snickers — there’s nothing he loves more than winning. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he breathes, “What are ya waitin’ for? Pull my dick out.”
His harshness is a spell and you are fully enchanted — if he told you to throw yourself into traffic in that voice, with that look in his eyes, you might just do it.
You mutter an “alright, asshole”, but move to follow his orders anyways. You hook your fingers into the stretchy waistband of his joggers and pull down, his half-hard cock bouncing up at you with new found freedom — he isn’t wearing boxers. His dick is so pretty (because of course it is), sitting long and weighty between his shredded legs. The white shaft has faint blue veins running along it, the light pink head smooth and shiny in the sunlight. He’s well groomed, his balls hairless and taught against his body, the dark blonde curls above his shaft trimmed and trailing up delicately to disappear under the hem of his shirt.
“Ya ever sucked a dick before?” comes the snide voice above you, “Gotta do more than just look at it, princess.”
You glare up at him, snatching his dick up in your right hand and giving it a sharp tug. He lets out a small groan, stepping forward a bit involuntarily. His cock is now right in your face, so close you can smell his musk and see a bead of pre cum leaking from his tip. He’s hardening quickly in your hands — he must have enjoyed the mean treatment, that bit of pain. You smirk to yourself.
You stroke him a few times, feeling the smooth skin in your hand, and look up at him through thick eyelashes — he still has the same hard expression on his face, but he’s watching you intently, taking in how small your hands look around his cock. You stick your tongue out and lean forward, giving his tip an experimental lick, tasting the saltiness of his precum as you swirl your tongue around the head.
He’s fully hard now, standing at attention right in your face, so big in your hands that you can’t fully wrap your fingers around it — and it’s curved slightly upwards. You can’t help but imagine how well that curve would hit your g-spot as he’s fucking you deep, his palms pressed against the back of your thighs as he pushes you open wide. You’re aching between your thighs now, and your face flushes as if he can somehow tell — the battle between wanting to hate this asshole pro hero and wanting him to fuck you senseless is raging in your mind.
You pull his dick upwards so you can press your tongue to the underside, giving his shaft a long, wet lick from the base to the tip. Once you get to the tip, you angle it back down and take him into your mouth in one swift motion. He lets out a groan, brows furrowing slightly as he watches his dick disappear between your lips. “There you go — ah fuck — knew you were a slut,” his voice rumbles low in his belly as you begin bobbing your head back and forth at a steady pace, massaging him with your tongue and slurping shamelessly. You’d sucked a dick before in your day, you knew that if you set a good pace and made it sloppy that it would be over with quicker, easier. If only you’d known that Katsuki Bakugou would not be the type to make anything easier for you.
A strong hand on your head makes you stop and peer up at its owner. The giant man leers over you, his hulking form blocking out the sun as he casts a shadow down on you, and his domineering presence somehow feels stronger now, more menacing. He’s smirking down at you, eyes blown and dark — filled with something you can only describe as predatory. The hand on your head grips your hair, pulling back so his cock pops out of your mouth and your neck strains backwards. His other hand finds your exposed neck, wrapping around it possessively.
“Open that little whore mouth.”
His voice is low, quiet, but you hear him loud and clear. You oblige, eyes wide, and feel the hand on your throat move to grip your cheeks. He leans over you, eyes on your tongue, and purses his lips. You’re too entranced by how pretty he looks leaned over you like this, blonde hair falling forward around his face, eyelids low, plump lips pressed together. Before you can even register what he’s doing, Bakugou spits into your mouth, a long string of clear liquid falling from his lips onto your tongue.
You gasp and the man above you laughs, gripping your hair hard in his hand and pulling it back down then swiftly shoving his dick back into your spit-filled mouth before you have time to react. He ruts into your face hard and fast, holding your hair tightly so you can’t pull away. The head of his dick bullies the back of your throat, his length moving in and out of your mouth with each relentless buck of his hips.
He’s panting and grunting with each thrust, filth falling from his lips as he begins letting his primal urges take over. “God yeah — fuckin’ whore — lettin’ me use your mouth like this — fuck — just keep that bratty mouth open —“
You don’t know if it’s his words or the way he’s using you so roughly, but you can feel your whole body heating up from the fire that is burning deep inside you. Your pussy feels painfully untouched and slick between your legs. You can feel it clenching around nothing as this handsome hero degrades you — bullies you in the most hypnotic way. You want to know how he’d bully your insides.
The way he’s abusing your throat is causing it to produce an uncomfortable amount of thick saliva. You gurgle around him, spit bubbles forming at the corners of your mouth and overflowing so your drool is dripping slowly down your chin and onto your chest. It feels like you’re starting to drown yourself, more and more thick spit pooling in your mouth and the back of your throat as he shoves into it ruthlessly.
As if he can hear your thoughts, Bakugou pulls himself out of your mouth and puts his hand palm up in front of your face, just below your chin. “Spit,” he commands. You look up at him confused, and he cocks an eyebrow, giving his hand a small shake. Finally understanding, you collect the saliva pooling in your mouth and reluctantly spit it into his open palm. A wicked grin spreads across his face and, with his other hand wrapped tightly in your hair to keep you from pulling away, he roughly rubs his spit-covered hand all over your face. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, surprised by the feeling of the thick fluid being rubbed over your mouth, cheeks, forehead, eyes — you know your makeup must be smearing around as it mixes with your spit.
Bakugou chuckles darkly, squeezing your jaw between his thumb and forefinger and moving it around so he can take in his handiwork — your skin glistening with spit and black makeup smeared around your eyes, your cute little face ruined. He’s drunk off of your destruction. He wants to ruin you more, reduce you to a sloppy mess and make you lose every ounce of that infuriating attitude and dignity until you’re nothing more than a used up whore. Nothing made his dick harder than being the one to destroy a pretty little bitch with an attitude — a pretty little bitch like you.
He finally wipes your eyes with his dry thumb and you blink, peering up at him through wet lashes.
“You look so much prettier like this.”
He straightens back up and tangles a hand back in your hair, gripping his dick in his other hand and rubbing it over your ruined, slippery face. The action feels so nasty — so degrading — and yet you’re panting below him, feeling your arousal radiating at your center. You just know that if you stuck your hand down into your panties that you would be completely soaked — and you’re almost tempted to, the need to feel friction between your legs getting stronger as the sensation of Dynamight’s weighty cock dragging along your face taunts you.
He can see you squeezing your thighs together, the way lust makes your eyes glaze over, and he snickers. “This turnin’ you on? Nasty bitch.” He grabs the base of his thick cock in his hand and brings it down on your cheek with a wet thwap thwap thwap.
“Open.”
You obey, and he shoves his length back down your throat in one swift motion, holding your head down, your lips pressed against wet blonde curls, until you’re gagging around him. You try to pull away, pressing your palms to his thighs and pushing, but he’s so much stronger than you.
“Stay there,” he grunts, “Ya wanna pay me back right? ‘m takin’ your breath as payment.”
You still, finding your body automatically going along with his sadistic little game. It was like your brain was hard-wired to want to please him — or maybe the mix of arousal and oxygen deprivation swirling around in your head was making you more pliable. You hold yourself there as long as you can, his cock filling your throat so full that he’s blocking your airways completely. You furrow your brows, trying your best to hold your breath and keep your throat from rejecting him, but you’re not able to hold him there for long before you’re choking around him and trying to pull away again.
He lets you, pulling your head back with his hands, and you take in a deep, raspy breath. As quickly as he’s gone, he’s back again, the familiar feeling of rigid, wet skin against your tongue returning as the blonde slides himself back down your throat. He fills your mouth up easily, his tip pushing past something hard in your throat until he’s blocking your airways again.
He bottoms out in your throat again with a groan. “Take it — fuck — take it all,” he moans as he wraps his hands up in your hair and starts moving your head back and forth against him shallowly. You’re gurgling around him, making lewd, wet sounds involuntarily as he uses your head like his own personal toy.
The panicked feeling from being deprived of air for too long returns and you slap his thigh twice, to which he groans and pulls your head off of him again. You’re gasping, sputtering, coughing, saliva covering your face, dripping down your chin and neck, globs of it rolling down the slopes of your breasts.
Wet sounds fill the air as Dynamight strokes his cock in your face, so much spit covering it that it’s gathering in his hand and dripping onto the dirt floor in fat globs. With his free hand he lifts his shirt up, ducking his head down slightly to bring the front of it over until the fabric is resting behind his neck, half removed so the sleeves are still wrapped around his brawny arms. Your eyes rake up his body, appreciating the way his abs tighten as he pleasures himself, the light sheen of sweat that makes his pecs glisten, the way his strong arm flexes with each stroke of his hand.
He was the closest thing to a God you had ever witnessed, and you were so captivated that you were ready to lay all of yourself at his feet.
You stick your tongue out and press it to his tip as he jerks himself off, looking up at him innocently to let him know you’re ready for more. He growls at your expression, how much of a mess you are covered in spit, makeup ruined, hair askew, and his slick cock jerking over your desperate face. The hand that isn’t pumping is brought up to your face, cupping your wet cheek as Bakugou looks down at you intently. He hasn’t even properly touched you and you look like this. He runs his thumb over your tongue, which is dripping spit onto your heaving chest, then pushes it in further, prodding at your mouth and pulling at your cheek. You swirl your tongue around his thumb before closing your lips and sucking with an approving hum. A husky moan is pulled from deep within him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his own slick hand, your mouth on him, and, especially, the sight of you. “Mmm messy fuckin’ slut…”
He thinks this is the best you’ll ever look, and he wants to see you look like this all the time — no, he wants to see you look even more used up. He wants to be your undoing.
“I might just have to keep you…”
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and leans down as he strokes himself, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss. Slippery lips, spit, teeth — his tongue explores your mouth in the same way he does everything: unabashed, feverish, domineering. Even his mouth is a bully, tongue strong, teeth nipping at your lower lip. You respond with a fire of your own, sucking his lower lip into your mouth harshly and biting down hard enough to draw blood. He growls and pulls away, but instead of anger on his face there’s a sly smile, his mouth and chin slick with saliva. His eyes are glowing as he straightens back up, bringing his pulsating dick back to your face.
Bakugou puts his hands on either side of your head, easily encasing it, and lines himself back up with your lips. With a low moan, he’s pushing himself back into your mouth. You take him willingly, tongue out, eyes trained up on him, and you moan around him, appreciating the way his girth fills your mouth up and makes your jaw ache.
He ruts into your throat, wet sounds filling your ears as he fucks into your face fast and hard. Your throat is burning, jaw sore, your chin wet from his balls smacking into it over and over. You focus on breathing through your nose when you can as he continues his assault on your throat. He’s groaning, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, fingers splayed out on the sides of your head as he loses himself in your warm, wet mouth.
You can’t look up at him now, too focused on trying not to drown in spit and dick, but if you could you’d see how beautiful he looks like this — his eyebrows furrowed and his pretty lips open slightly as he lets pleasure overcome him, his cheeks slightly flushed from the physical exertion. He doesn’t look angry or annoyed like this — he looks angelic, euphoric, like he’s in the most beautiful pain.
You know it before he tells you, the way his pace becomes erratic and his hands grip your head a little too hard — he’s nearing his end. He’s panting and grunting and babbling over you, his balls tightening as he quickens his thrusts even more. “Shit — so fuckin’ good — filthy fuckin’ bitch — ah yeah — yer such a mess for me — you like that shit huh — ugh gonna blow my load all over your face — bet you’d love that shit huh slut?” You moan your agreement, but the sound is lost around his cock, coming out as more of a high-pitched gurgle. He chuckles, but it turns into a long, low groan when you bring one of your hands up to massage his spit-soaked balls.
“Ngh-nasty bitch…” He moans, voice losing its edge as you work your hand over him, coaxing his orgasm out. And then he falls apart — head thrown back, brows stitched together, face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead and chest. With a flex of his abdomen and a final push into your throat, he’s cumming. Hard. You feel him pulse in your throat, feel heat on your tongue, taste bitter saltiness — then you feel hot, wet ropes falling over your face, one after another. He’s practically whining as he squeezes his spasming dick, releasing rope after rope of white-hot cum all over your already ruined face. His hand is wrapped up in your hair, keeping you in place for him as he comes down, squeezing the last bit of spunk out of his softening dick and letting it fall onto your outstretched tongue with an unceremonious flick of his wrist.
Even though it wasn’t your orgasm that had just happened, you’re completely high, eyes glazed over and panting, tongue still stuck out and absolutely covered in spit and cum. Your mind is so hazy and your cunt is aching something fierce, you simply can’t focus. Bakugou laughs as he’s pulling his sweats up.
“God, look at you.”
You’re coming back down to earth just in time to see a phone in your face — Dynamight snaps a picture of you as he laughs.
You’re suddenly painfully aware of how you look and where you are, the arousal that had previously had an otherworldly grip on your consciousness finally dissipating. You swallow and it burns the back of your throat, the smell of cum filling your nose. You feel slimy, your throat aches, your knees hurt. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He grins at you, leaning down until you’re practically nose-to-nose. “I said I’d let the damages go. Not that I’d let you off the hook. Now I have this —“ He turns his phone around, the screen lighting up with the picture of your ruined face. “— to keep you on my leash. And it’s a tight one, sweetheart.”
With that, he turns on his heel and starts walking towards the road, his thumb tapping on his phone. “Better get out of here before the tow shows up. Unless you want the driver to see what a whore you are.”
—
After taking a particularly long shower and pouring yourself a hefty glass of wine, you finally settle into your couch. You’re trying to shake away the shame that’s beginning to snake it’s way into your mind. How could you let a man — especially a man as fucking douchey as pro hero Dynamight — bring you to your knees like that? You’ve now realized that there was no way he hadn’t been driving way over the speed limit (how did he sneak up into your blind spot like that?) so the accident most likely wasn’t completely your fault. That means that you probably would have shared mutual blame and you would have been off the hook anyways… right?
The accident aside, your stomach is twisting just thinking about how depraved you had been. You let that man use you in every sense of the word and it made you feel dirty. But what was making you feel even more dirty was the fact that your mind was completely fixated on him, even now, and the feeling in your stomach was definitely something more than just disgust. The image of him hunched over you, sweaty and panting, with a cocky smirk on his face every time your eyes met — the sound of his grunting, the way he cursed at you and let the filthiest, meanest things you’ve ever heard just fall from his lips like it was nothing — the smell of his musk, sweet with a hint of spice, engulfing you more and more as he worked up a sweat — all of these things are like heroin to you; You hate yourself for it, but you want more.
Your body heat is rising again as the images of him flash through your mind. That sickeningly sweet twisting of your gut that radiates all the way up your body until it settles in your neck and face — maybe you were just sexually frustrated, needed a release and then he’d fade from your mind. You start to fish in your bedside table drawer for your vibrator as you pull your phone out for something other than him to get you going, but freeze when you notice an unread message on your lock screen. It’s from an unsaved number. You slide your thumb up on the screen, tap in your passcode, and click the familiar green icon. The message is sitting right at the top, waiting for you, taunting you. The text in the message preview makes your heart drop: Attachment: 1 image. You hold your breath and click — and it feels like your insides have dropped fully out of your body and onto the floor.
Looking back at you in the message thread is you — well, a version of you. You barely recognize yourself, your eyes glazed over, unfocused, and your mouth wide open, tongue stuck out in a heinously lewd expression. Your eye makeup is smeared and your features are obscured by the slick all over your face — spit — and the globs of white that are mixed in, covering your cheeks, your lips, sitting on your tongue, reaching all the way up to your forehead and in your hairline. Can this fucked out, messy, cum-covered person really be you? You know it is, because the memory of it is making your cunt ache.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch the dreaded 3 dots pop up below the photo — the person on the other end is typing. You wait for what feels like hours before the dots disappear and are quickly replaced with a new message:
