no thoughts just thinking of crybaby bottom men <3
crybaby men! who tense up when you first enter them, not because it hurts, you could never hurt them but from the sheer amount of euphoria they feel. is it okay for sex to feel this good?
crybaby men! who blabber thank you thank you thank you's! while you slowly get accustomed to their tight hole. he practically cums on the spot when he sees your cock distend his tummy.
crybaby men! who start bawling when you say you have to pull out. why would you need to do that? even if he wishes too, there's no way you could get him pregnant!
you grimace as you shealth yourself into his warm hole, your jaw clenches, and your hands that are holding the sheets in a vice grip begin ache as you hold back from completely fucking the words out of him.
soon after, he holds his hands over his face as he attempts to hide from you. his breath begins to hitch as he's at the cusp of breaking down.
why?
you begin to pull out slowly, your thoughts swim thinking you might've hurt him somehow yet he... stops you? his ankles wrap around your lower back, hindering you from pulling out.
"h-hey, look at me," you softly pry his hands of his face and you didn't expect to see the most debauched, fucked out face looking back at you.
you gulp as your heart rate begins to spike, just what was he doing to you?
you though you couldn't possibly get harder but just by looking at his face you stand corrected.
he's staring at you, misty eyed and drooling. brows furrowed and lips quivering.
"..re.." he mumbles. he pulls you down lower, tilting his head up ever so slightly as he leans in for a kiss. you're still recovering from this crazy development so you didn't catch what he said.
"w-what'd you say baby?"
"more, please..! feels t-too good, nghh.." he mewls on your lips before trapping them in a heated kiss. his tongue wriggles between your lips asking permission to explore the heated cavern of your mouth.
you open your mouth ever so slightly and that's all he needs before he's threading his fingers in your hair pushing you into him.
you had to pull back because you needed air and your nose was starting to sting from how rough he was kissing you.
he growled as you pulled away, cute.
"please.. i want you to f-fuck me.. your already in so deep..' he takes your hand and places it on his bulging stomach for emphasis. "you can't leave me like this.. i'll do anything! i'll be so good for you, please just fuck me!"
you smirked, were you really in a position to give him anything less? he was already ruined just from you putting it in.
when he begged so sexily how could you deny him?
yuuji itadori, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro naoya, denji, mark grayson, katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, gihun, and your favs.
Come on, by this time I really should write a cuckold/netorare fic in which Mark cheats on his husband, Grand Regent Thragg to get fucked by Conquest after a jealous tantrum (can we really call it a tantrum since this Thragg guy is obsessed with procreating for the Viltrum Empire tho?)
The delicious power imbalance too, your wife cheated on you Regent lmao
he'd be so cute moaning and writhing under your touch. his hips bucking up to meet your hand no matter what protests leave his plump lips.
"n-no more.." he breathed out, hands tangled in sheets with a vice grip. his lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, leaving tears to spill down his flushed cheeks.
no matter how ravishing mark looked while being a superhero you always preferred him like this, cute and compliant, just for you.
"kiss me.." he moaned on your lips, and kiss you did. with your other hand that wasn't occupied by his length, you cradled the side of his face just the way he liked.
"so mph- good-!" mark always loved to kiss you. whether they be small quick pecks on the lips before heading out to save the world or passionate make out sessions after coming back home from getting beat to the brink of death, it was his way of being one with you.
marks cock twitched as his inevitable release creeped up on him. "[name], [name]-!" he panted and broke off into a moan that could rival any pornography.
"i know baby, i know, it's okay.. you're almost there baby," you kissed the crown of his sweaty forehead. "you ready to cum for me?"
mark keened at the praise and shook his head so vigorously you were almost worried he'd get whiplash.
he bit his lip to stifle his cries but to no avail, he came with a mewl. ribbons of cum decorated your hand and painted his chest in a milk white.
maybe you were a little sadistic but seeing mark, a viltrumite, become so undone by a human touch like yours was something you could definitely get used to.
