୨୧﹕fem!reader, hes trying to be gentle
your hips arch and wiggle as you straddle him, those thick thighs hugging tight around nolan's waist while your soft belly brushes against the chiseled wall of his chest. omniman’s arms wrap around you like steel coils wrapped in velvet—his hands are gentle, trembling slightly, like he's scared to grip too hard, scared to lose that razor-thin control.
his cock’s already nestled deep inside you, thick and veiny, hot like a live current under your skin. it stretches your slick, trembling cunt just right, hitting that perfect angle with every slow, restrained stroke. he’s always so careful, breathing like a man trying to keep from falling off a cliff, moaning into your neck as if every squeeze of your walls around him chips away at his restraint.
“oh fuck, nolan,” you whimper, voice syrupy, high and breathy, your body bouncing ever so slightly, tits swaying with each stroke. “you feel s-so good, i love when you’re inside me like this…”
your praise makes his whole body tense. that jaw clenches tight, that square chin grits against your shoulder. his cock throbs inside you, and his fingers dig into the plush of your hips for just a heartbeat too long before he loosens again, like a monster learning to pet a kitten without crushing its spine.
“you're… incredible,” he rasps, voice thick, shaky, veins bulging down his arms as he holds himself back. “i want to wreck you—but i can’t. you’re so soft, so… perfect.”
your hips roll again, grinding on him like you’re trying to milk him dry. “wreck me, baby. i can take it,” you moan, eyes fluttering, mouth hanging open like a pornstar on her sixth orgasm. “you always feel so good—fuck—i don’t wanna cum yet…”
he shudders, arms tightening around you. “you don’t know what you’re asking for,” he mutters, voice trembling with the weight of everything he’s holding back. inside that towering viltrumite frame is a war—one he loses only when you’re not there to see.
because when he does finally get to let go—when that grip on humanity slips, when his aching balls empty into your sweet cunt and you’re curled up, giggling and glowing in the afterglow—he becomes something else entirely.
he leaves the house with your moans echoing in his ears, your soft, wet voice whispering, “i love you, nolan,” burned into his mind like a brand. that’s when he lets it out. that’s when his mercy evaporates.
cities don’t burn—they get eviscerated. his fists punch through concrete and bone alike, rivers of blood arcing through the air like crimson fireworks. one moment he’s flying through a skyscraper, the next he’s smashing through alien warships with red mist trailing behind him. his eyes glow—not with heat vision, but with the raw, primal fury he denies himself when he’s in your arms. because of your arms.
when he rips through someone, he hears you giggling under him, choking on your own bliss as your walls squeeze his cock like you were born to take it. when his knuckles break ribcages, it’s your voice whispering in his head: “cum for me, baby. don’t hold back.” the carnage is his climax—the aftermath is his release.
and all the while, you’re home—pacing the bedroom, cheeks flushed, thinking he’s out saving the world. you’ve just showered, skin damp and warm, thighs still sticky from the mess he left inside you. you stare at the mirror, brush your hair, smile at the bruises on your hips. you whisper, “he’s always so good to me,” totally oblivious.
you don’t see the red on his cape when he gets back. you don’t notice how his shoulders sag, not from exhaustion, but from the pressure being reborn. his hands are steady again, calm, because the monster’s fed. because you fed him with your cunt, your praise, your blind adoration.
and you—sweet, naïve thing—pull him into bed with a giggle, cuddling close, never wondering why his cock twitches so violently against your thigh. never asking why his pulse pounds like a war drum.
“you okay, baby?” you ask, nuzzling his chest.
“yeah,” he breathes. “i am now.”
you reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock, already hard again. he groans, one deep rumble like thunder buried in the earth, and you smile like you’ve done something good. and you have—just not in the way you think.
you stroke him slow, teasing the tip, letting your thumb play over the bead of precum leaking from his slit. “you’re so hard again,” you whisper. “you always get so big after missions. you need me that bad?”
his hands slide to your hips, trembling again. that heat in his blood is already bubbling up. “i always need you,” he says. “you have no idea how much.”
you laugh, a soft little thing, and guide his cock back inside your warm, eager cunt. “then take me, baby. i’ll be gentle for you.”
but he’s not gentle. not anymore. not tonight.
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