cw: size kink, big dick kat, generous use of italics
"c'mon baby...let me in." it's groaned heavy into the skin of your neck, a soft bite following as a sign of your boyfriend's growing impatience. he knew it was tough on you, no stranger to how well endowed he was and knew it was always a tight fit, even after pulling two orgasms from you with fingers and tongue perfectly tuned to your body you were still having trouble accommodating his size.
" 's just a little more. open up for me."
"i'm-m trying!" you whine back, your eyes are shut so tight it hurts and you can barely hear him, the burning stretch of your boyfriend's dick bullying it's way inside you overwhelming your senses. you felt him everywhere, knuckles turned white against his bicep and you still had "just a little more". god- every time felt like the first with him.
"k-katsuki," you sniffle "it won't fit." your knees feel suffocating against your chest under his weight as he fits himself inside, every move convincing you impossible of taking more, of possibly being able to have him fill you up any more like you weren't already feeling him in your throat. but katsuki never does things half-assed -you had begged for his cock and now you were gunna get it.
"it'll fit." he chides back, with one last trail of open kisses on your neck katsuki detangles himself to hover above you, one strong hand coming to grip your chin to look at him. you looked entirely fucked out, eyes teary and blown with splotchy red all over your cheeks, lips puffy and red from biting them, beads of sweat decorating your forehead and hair absolutely a mess -fuckin angel he thought to himself, always lookin so fuckin pretty.
he leans back into your space for a kiss and you respond eagerly; his hands finding yours as your fingers interlock. "take a deep breath" he mumbles against your lips, you take a shaky breath in and katsuki does too, one last squeeze to your hand your final warning before bulldozing the rest of his cock inside you. the blond tuft of his pubes brushing against your clit adding to the stretch and he has to be in your stomach now you can feel it. the heat in your stomach bursts as you squeal and squirm in his ear, a deep groan filling the room at the feeling of your pussy moulding around him the best he's ever had.
your hands squeeze so hard around his you're sure you'll leave lasting nail marks. it takes a minute for the ringing in your ears to stop and you swear you blacked out for a couple seconds from cumming around him so hard. a soft tap to the heated skin of your cheek has you opening your watery eyes and looking up at him, a smug, satisfied grin plastered on his handsome face. "told ya it'd fit."
NSFW, aged up characters (21+) || minors, ageless and empty blogs DO NOT INTERACT!!
pairing // Mikey x reader x Draken
word count // 582
tags // degradation (reader called 'whore' once), slight breath play, size kink if you squint, tummy bulge, creampie, slightly unhinged Mikey, a bit of Mikey x Draken action at the end
AN // this was based on a short lived dream that was disturbed by my pesky alarm, hence why it is so smol. mayhaps one day i will expand.
Every once in a while, Mikey feels rather generous and allows his right hand man—his best friend—to fuck you. He would sit nearby commanding you, whispering in your ear while Draken was in your gut, his fat cock stretching you out, leaky tip abusing your cervix.
“Look at you, all fucked out like this on someone else’s cock. Filthy whore.” Mikey’s fingers are now wrapping around your throat, probably a bit tighter than they’re supposed to. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Your eyes dart between Mikey’s and Draken’s, unspoken pleads spilling out just like the tears streaming down your cheeks. You could barely hang on, thighs violently shaking around Ken’s waist, and you could feel him all the way in your throat, his big cock relentlessly drilling into you, kissing all the good spots that made you cry out in pleasure.
Your walls flutter around his girth, squeezing him for all he’s worth and making his head spin with thoughts he wasn’t supposed to have. Thoughts about having you all to himself.
You looked even prettier than usual pinned under his large body—soft skin under his fingers, tits bouncing with every thrust, small bulge visible on your belly, and eyes rolled at the back of your head. Draken wished he could see you like this more often, as so far it was his favourite view.
And Mikey didn’t mind the view either—he didn’t miss the way your tiny hands clutched around Ken’s neck, how your tongue was lolled out and you were loud. And so fucking gorgeous. And he knew you like the back of his hand so he was already aware you were close to cumming—the way your eyebrows pinched together and your muscles tensed.
“M-Mik-ey.. please.. p-please, I need to.. I want to.. ” you were a babbling mess, all you could really manage to say was ‘please’ yet he knew exactly what you meant.
“Aw, wanna cum, princess?” he cooes, his lips wrapping around your perky nipple and sucking it hard, teeth grazing over it. All you could give in response was a nod, begging again, saying how it’s driving you crazy. So Mikey took pity on you. “Go on then, show Kenchin how good you feel creaming around his cock.”
And you didnt need to be told twice, fingers craded through Ken’s hair, tugging on it, your whole body went rigid, the coil in your belly finally snapping. All at once, your orgasm is washing over you with the force of a tsunami, leaving you a trembling mess.
“Fuck, f-FUCK” Draken was now struggling, hips stuttering against yours. You were impossibly tight already, but with your pussy clamping down on him and sucking him in greedily, he could barely contain himself. He was going to cum.
“Shit, cummin” his hands were bruising your hips with the force he was holding you with. And through the haze of your orgasm you could feel his—balls pressed to the curvature of your ass, emptying themselves deep inside you. Hot spurts of thick cum were filling you up and it was the most euphoric feeling ever. Until you heard Mikey speak again.
“I gave her permission to cum, I don’t fucking remember giving you permission, Kenchin.” He has a hand wrapped around Ken’s throat now, eyes looking even more dangerous than before, completely clouded by lust. And before you realise what'a happening, Mikey is pulling Draken in for a kiss and you realise.. you’re in for a really long night.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑! I do not own any of the characters or people mentioned in my work. these are works of pure fiction that do not reflect the views, opinions, or actions of any person, real or fictional. Furthermore, all characters I write for [thirsts, drabbles, fics, etc.] are aged up to 21 or older – they are adults with adult characteristics presented and written in adult contexts.
All I can think about is how reactive Itto’s cock is. He’s reactive anyway, he can hardly hide the facial expressions, the body language, the noises and ticks day to day. And he’s no different underneath you, bottom lip gnawed raw, eyes flushed with desperation, chest heaving. He’ll look at the way your nipples harden as you adjust yourself on his thigh, and his cock will twitch so violently you pause for a second. Pointed black nails pinch at your swollen flesh and the noise of submission you give out spits globs of precum over the flared mushroom tip, angry and growing redder with every squirm your body gives.
“I’m gonna move - I gotta move Itto,” you dont give him much choice in the matter, hiccuping when his stomach clenches and you swear you can see the veins along his length swell even more.
“Yeah yeah sure,” a huge hand digs into the fat of your hip, hurrying you into a frenzied grind, “I got you doll, g’on,” fangs glint in the low light, bared at the feel of his cock throb from one thigh to the other, smearing and dripping all over the place. You’re sticky against his skin, slick and sweet riding his thigh like a docile little lamb, rutting hard enough for your tits to bounce, reflected in his wide and dark eyes. Itto can’t control the way his dick kicks and jumps and curves against his hip with every gooey pass of your sex over his leg, one hand still gripping your hip and the other hovering over his groin, unable to decide whether to contain his jumpy desire or yours.
Smaller fingers grasp his much larger and longer ones, and bring them to your chest, urging him to fondle and play like he was so eager to earlier. Itto can’t escape the shiny drool of precum staining his skin, hissing as your flesh fills his palms. He can barely concentrate on the sensitive pulsing of his cock, jumping and bouncing at your crying out of his name. Your sudden orgasm has him snarling and sitting up, clawing into your cheek and spreading you apart over the sinewy muscle of his thigh, cock trapped between the two of you and positively vibrating when he saw swallows your euphoria with his tongue. He doesn’t even need proper stimulation, not when he’s throbbing and spasming and pulsing against your soft quivering belly,
“Jus’ stay like that doll, like this - can feel you all sticky, so cute aren’t you ?” Gnashing his teeth, Itto noses along your hairline, holding you closer, squeezing you tighter, hips rutting ever so slightly, “looked so cute riding my thigh, gonna make you do that every time now, every night, nd you wanna do it dont’cha? Bet you won’t be able to stop thinking ‘bout it till next time, I won’t - gonna feel your wet cunt on my thigh for weeks,” his cock pulses and grows impossibly harder, flaring ever so slightly at the base and he cums with a whimpered snarl, cock flexing with every rope of cum against your belly and chest. He doesn’t stop twitching for a while, half hard over his hip, still dribbling precum with every languid kiss you press to his lips.
It’s a blessing really, how reactive and how pretty his cock is, how jumpy and twitchy it is, how it pulses and flares and throbs and grows hot when he’s close. Feels specially good when it’s inside you, heavy and thick and filling you out with every reaction to you begging for him cum just once more.
Warnings: incest, f. and m. oral receiving, implied cum eating, “cunny check”, college AU, this might be a little gross sorry, cockwarming, praise
Coming home from classes and into the warm arms of your brother is always one of the best parts of your day. He’ll make you take a shower after a day of running around campus in late Spring, sweat showing on your t-shirt. It makes you self conscious, knowing he could probably smell the sweat on your body even though you just went from class to class. He always smelled nice, even after volleyball practice, but you were never so blessed with that ability.
“Welcome back. Long day?” He asks, kissing the top of your head. You nod, sighing as you inhale his scent. It may just be cleaning products to others, but he smells comforting. “Were you good?”
“Of course, nii-chan! I’d never go against the rules,” you giggle, feeling his hand ghost up your back. As soon as it reaches your mid back, he pulls away and gestures his head to the side. Towards the bedroom. It’s time.
“Gotta make sure you’re still nice and clean for me, okay?” He murmurs against your skin. You never tell him no, understanding his concern for you extended to making sure you were scratched up after falling all the way to his special cunny checks.
You just wish he’d let you shower first.
The way Kiyoomi eagerly presses his lips to your sticky skin, going down your stomach to your shorts, has shivers running up your spine. He’s almost too good at this part, you think, as he uses his teeth to take them off, snapping the band against your skin with a smile on his face. Once on your thighs, he uses his hands to guide them the rest of the way, taking your panties off with them. Glistening with your arousal of him simply touching you, he can finally see your sweet, sweet cunt. Completely untouched since he parted from you this morning.
He’ll never admit it, but Kiyoomi loves the way you smell when you get home. You always think you smell bad, but you smell normal to him. After sweating all day and probably imagining the way his tongue flicked against your clit, he loves burying his face in between your legs. The way you wiggled and squirmed as he barely breathes on your pussy, soft whines as you wait in anticipation and anxiety for him to complete his little procedure. He enjoys this the most.
With his nose nudging against your skin, you feel your face get hot as he just blows air on your folds, spreading them apart with his fingers. Shimmering strands connect them, telling him you were probably thinking about him on the way back to the apartment. It brings a smile to his face, the fact you always are eager for him as he is for you. Pressing his lips into your cunt, he lets his tongue flick against the sensitive skin, feeling you jump under him. Strong hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, ready to keep you down as he dives in.
As his lips wrap around your little clit, moaning as he lets his tongue wander around your clenching hole, you find yourself easily approaching the first orgasm of the night. It’s the way he can feel your legs tense under his palm, the way your hands move from his locks to the bedsheets, the breathless moans that has him sucking harshly and moving his tongue up and down, nose rubbing against skin. He’s helping you hurl towards your orgasm, the pleasure filling you in a moment as your back arches and Kiyoomi feels your essence coat his face. Slurping up any excess, he hums in approval as he removes himself from you.
“As expected. My sweet sister still tastes as sweet as she did this morning. C’mon baby, time for a bath,” he coos, moving to pick you up bridal style. Instinctively, you curl against his chest.
In the bath, Kiyoomi spends a good amount of time washing your body. He always does, letting soapy hands wander over your curves and your chest, occasionally tweaking your nipples when you least expect it. If his hands wander down too far, you always pay him back by squeezing down on his cock. Hearing him groan always has you clenching some more, but it keeps him from getting too handsy with you. Once he’s lathered you up and has covered every inch of your skin, he makes sure you do the same to him. Facing his broad chest, you make sure to give him some sweet kisses as your fingers run over his skin, rubbing out any tense muscles you find. It’s one of your favorite parts of the day, just hearing him sigh and groan in satisfaction as you tend to his tense shoulders.
Once you’re both completely clean, rinsed and dried, that’s when the real fun begins. As a treat for helping him clean up, you get to pleasure him before feeling his cock inside you once more. The left over tingling feeling of him being inside you has you eagerly clambering to your knees, begging to suck on his cock. A soft chuckle fills your ears as Kiyoomi unties the towel from his waist, his cock already hard as it usually is for you.
You remember the way he likes you to do it. Despite his outward disgust for most things, he absolutely loves when you get him all messy with your mouth. A glob of spit on his tip, watching it drop down his shaft only for you to catch it with your tongue, licking back up to the tip as you make eye contact. With lidded eyes, he keeps them locked on yours, his large hand patting your head as he silently encourages you to continue. Suckling on his tip, you finally put half of him in your mouth, tongue swirling around the bit inside as drool covers the rest of him. Your hands pump the excess of him, coated in your own saliva as you pop off of him, licking up his shaft once more as you swirl around the tip. Putting him in your mouth, you go all the way down as you try to not gag around him, bobbing your head as your throat constricts around his girth.
It only takes a few bobs of your head to have Kiyoomi moaning, fingers digging into your scalp as he explodes in your mouth. Sticky cum oozes down your throat as you guzzle every drop from him, licking the length of his cock while he comes down from his high. Loudly licking your lips, you giggle at his flushed face. “You look so perverted nii-chan. You like your little sister sucking on your cock that much?”
“I love everything my sweet little sister does,” he huffs, catching his breath. You crawl up onto his lap, your freshly cleaned cunt rubbing against his soft cock, dripping with want. He presses a firm kiss against your lips, rougher than his previous kisses as he digs his fingers into your ass, massaging the flesh. “Lay down on the bed,”
You obey his order, your head firmly against the pillows as he crawls between your legs. With his cock hard again, he rubs it on your folds, lathering it in your juices. It’s only for a few seconds, though, as he’s soon lining himself up and pushing into your tiny cunt. He’s so big that he always has to make sure you’re comfortable before he continues much farther, sweet murmurs of how good you feel around him while you adjust. Tears bead on your eyelashes as he gently rocks into you, spreading your gummy walls as he fills you up completely.
“You look so pretty under me like this. Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Your nii-san’s got you, it’s okay,” he coos, fingers rubbing soothing circles in your hips as he finally gets himself all the way into you. It’s always a struggle getting in there, he hates seeing you cry because of him. But the reward in the end is having your legs on his shoulders as he pounds you into the mattress.
“Big! Omi— ‘s too much!” You scream, nails digging into the flesh of his neck as he drills himself into your cunt. Loud and wet squelches echo around the room as he consistently pumps his cock into you, keeping you bent as your legs dangle over his shoulders and his arms cage you in the position. His grunts are easily overpowered by your pleas and screams, your juices being louder as his balls slam down against your ass. It’s an overwhelming sensation, feeling his cock fill you out so well and his feral attempt to fuck you senseless, that you find yourself coming undone on his cock once more.
With a loud grunt, Kiyoomi moves his mouth to your neck, teeth latching on as you yelp, nails moving down to his biceps as your teeth grit together. You’re quickly hurling towards another orgasm, Kiyoomi picking up his pace as he comes closer to his own release. When his teeth dig in a little harshly do you clamp down around him, mewling as your back arches. It’s all he needed to push over the edge, an almost growl from his throat as he pushes into you once more time, removing his head from your neck to watch you cum.
It’s a beautiful sight, the way your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out, tears streaming down your face from pleasure as your walls gush around him. It has him spilling his load into your awaiting walls, filling you up even more as he ruts into your sensitive cunt. He loves seeing you completely full of him, it warms his heart when he knows you’ll do everything in your power to keep his cum inside you until the next morning, when he wakes you up with his tongue prodding your cunt to see if he can taste himself in you. Nothing can ever compare to how much he loves you.
Author’s Note: cunt/cunny checks are very cliche for incest fics I know but if it isn’t broken don’t try to fix it aka I like it
Warnings: fem reader, fem pronouns (wife, queen), slight body description (fat thighs/pussy) fingering, mentions of public sex, size kink, exhibitionism, vouyerism, breeding mention(s), alcohol mention. Unedited.
You are in luck cause I was rereading my Viking!Ushijima and Viking!Izu would be so similar, so hard and battle worn and scarred and heavy, but he’s victorious and a legend, like Odin himself, maybe even a son of Odin, a son of god with the way he swings his axe and sits on his throne made of iron, wood and bronze. He wears furs in the winter, a great cape made of bear pelt and wolf hide, secured with a huge torc that always leaves an imprint on your cheek when he holds you close, encases you in fur and skin and warmth when the wind whistles through the great hall on nights when Jack Frost is angry.
King Izu is huge, rough and hardy and he licks at the mead dripping from your lips, two thick fingers squeezing your cheeks and grinning when you heat and simper and whimper beneath his strength. Hushes you in a deep rumble, kisses the skin beneath your eye and promises you his bed after the feast,
“Be good and entertain for a while, then you can have my seed,”
And the promise has you up and refreshing horns, pouring ale and mead and sitting on your husband’s lap to feed him pork dripping with honey and fat, small hand clutching his neck to tip his head back far enough for his throat to strain. Music plays, men shout and tussle, women chatter and steal away into the shadows, warriors sharpen their blades and growl at the children who scramble between the legs of the long table. None of them notice the giant hand slipping beneath your kirtle, none of them hear your whimpers and begs because Izu looks so wanton and tempting in his furs and breeches, chest wide and broad, stone and iron hard, panting with the syrup he finds waiting for him at the crux of your thighs. Plush fat gives way for his touches, eyes dark and staring at the heave of your chest in the firelight, listening to the whines and gasps falling shamelessly from your mouth. His thumb, baring a ring and the width of something too big to call human, pressed against your cunt, wool suddenly too hot and too tight, hall suddenly too loud and too open with the way King Izu grips and pulls at you,
“It’s been two years since we wed,” he whispers in your ear, “And we’ve yet to bless the throne,” dark honey spreads down your back and you cast your eyes over to the empty chair, huge and sharp and unyielding, like the fingers bullying between your legs, “Maybe your insistence is enough to break me this one time, your neediness is maybe something I’ll take advantage of,”
“‘Zuku…,” you’re whining and squirming and suddenly his warriors are looking at you upon their King’s lap, legs wide and baring you to all.
“The gods look down upon us, Odin gave us his blessing wife, we should honour that,” Izu licks a stripe up your neck, wet and hot, puffing against your skin.
“I just want you,” his hard lust simmers into something softer for a moment, upon hearing your words and Izu’s lashes flutter at the scent of you, lifting through the sweat, through the food and the wool and fur and leather and wood. The hall of his forefathers might be packed to the brim, as it always should be, but right now? All he sees is you upon his knee and the way you look up at him with all the love in the world. His hand grows more bold, more insistent, palm kneading the throbbing ache of your cunt and there’s no quelling the mewls of agreement spilling from your tempting lips.
“I would take you in front of them all, show them how a King, a god, treats his queen-, Izu’s lips are rough and hot against your ear, breath catching on the delicate skin of your neck and you shiver, curling into his chest and gripping the sides of his cloak, hands so small and fragile against his mass and wrath. He takes a moment to kiss your temple, mouth resting sweet against your skin, eyes dark and casting shadows upon any who dared look at the way you squirm and writhe for him, and the fingers bullying between your thighs,
“But alas my queen, as much as I value and love my kin - no one but me sees you bared and fucked but me. So stop trying to make me bend you over the table and breed you in front of them all, are we clear? Because your cunt full of my seed is only a sight only I am privileged to witness, I promised you my cock after the feast and my cock you shall get, but only if you’re patient,”
A whimper escapes your lips when rough fingers slide between your folds, fat and dripping with need, spreading for him with an almost audible slchk that has Izu imagining such awful, filthy scenes. Even if he put you in your place, told you to wait, told you to be patient, told you that only he is allowed to see you stuffed and fucked - there’s a strange revelry in folding your into the blessed table with his cock battering your insides, in front of all his kin, his warriors, your friends. A king is nothing without his queen, and what better way to show that then fucking his queen full and making sure she’s dripping and swollen with his cum?
The thought makes Izu a tad bolder, despite his warnings to you, a strong finger parting your cunt and crooking deep and hard, causing you to arch and barely hold back a howl, the resounding squeak alerting red eyes to the musing of his king and queen. You should be plenty satisfied with this, a finger, maybe two, pacifying your need to be filled with something thicker, stronger, just until the last men fall drunk to the floor. And - in a way, you are. He’s holding you tight, close to his chest, one hand on your waist with his mouth pressed parted to your hairline, swallowing with every clench of your cunt around his fingers, imagining it’s his cock, imagining the feel of your velvety walls on his tongue, counting down the moments until he’s able to carry you to your bed, his bed. Tongue tasting the sweat of your temple, Izu encourages your writhing and contorting, the hall a little quieter and a little calmer, enough for you to lift your thigh and allow your king easy access to press his fingers harder, deeper, faster,
“Izu, mmmh - please, Izu,” you’re licking your lips, arm wound round his neck and Gods; you can feel yourself dripping down his wrist. It’s something, something akin to what your king is thinking, having his thick, rough fingers between your thighs when you know others can see, can muse, can hear what he’s doing. The thought has you collapsing against him, pitching with a whine and a quivering belly, thighs closing around his arm and trapping him, cunt flooding his hand and wrist.
“Good girl, that’s my good girl hm?” Izu kisses your cheek, then your jaw, the spot behind your ear that has you shivering,
“Do you think they will notice if we sneak away now? Please, I can’t take it anymore,” Your voice is shaky but the need still bubbles in your belly, and Izu huffs,
“Already? I’m still inside you,” he grumbles, “Most of the warriors noticed long before my fingers were in your cunt, my queen, you are insufferable,”
But…he still stands, clapping his chiefs and warriors on the shoulders with a slippery hand plastered to your back. He still bids farewells to those he fought for and with, despite his gruffing and grunting, despite complaining to Bakugo about ‘the duties of a with a hungry wife’; Izu is hard enough to leak over your stomach when he gets you bared beneath him, and is desperate enough to fuck you too many times to count into the mattress and furs and pillows.
M thinking of a big big daddy🥺 who sits you in their lap nd plays with your sweet slippery clit with their big big fingers till your creaming and shuddering in their arms, makin’ a mess all over their shiny dress pants:(( their lips pressed to your temple cooing at you,
“S’my good girl, gotta get you ready don’t I? Gotta get you soft nd easy to fuck don’t I pretty baby?” All sweet and condescending cause you’re tearing up at the swell at their crotch nd pawing at their big big broad chest:(( daddy please, want it so bad daddy, want your cock:(( nd they bully their way in there, s’too big, way too big with a fat mushroom tip nd slippery bulging veins that you can feel catching on your puffy folds. Big rough hands squeezing the fat of your hips, lifting you up nd down, up nd down all shallow cause s’such a tight fit:(( all fat nd thick; creamy rings gathering up nd down as you whimper nd claw at the back of their neck, trusting them to take your weight nd sit you pretty on their cock, so big nd so heavy in your tummy💕
“There we go, there’s a good girl, s’my pretty pretty baby all stuffed full of daddy’s cock hm? Feel it deep? Taking it so well for me, always take my cock so well - taught you so well, shaped your pretty princess cunt to fit my cock didn’t I? S’all mine, all mine,” nd they press their big big fingers back to your clit nd makes you shake nd shudder nd gush nd squeal on their big mean cock🥺
deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺 dilf deku who can’t help givin you all his cum right when you ask for it 🥺🥺🥺 who spoils you rotten n accepts the consequences of turning you into a brat 🥺🥺🥺 deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺🥺
deku deku deku:(( so nice to you, always gives you what you want cause you're his good girl, his best girl, his cute lil cum slut who begs nd begs for his thick, pearly cum even in public:((
bringin' your glossy lips close to his grizzly cheek, pecking him nd whispering how much you want his cum all drippy nd sticky in your panties🥺🥺 in this cute lil cafe he'd brought you too? s'mean of you to even flutter your eyelashes nd say "please daddy, I'll be good I promise," nd he's got you shunted into a quiet bathroom somewhere with your panties tight around your fleshy thighs nd your cute hands all little and barely able to match the way Deku's thrusting his big leaky cock between them:((
he loves it when you beg for his cum, but loves it more, especially, god he adores it when you don't, when you're squirming nd kicking and scratching him nd his big big body over yours🥺🥺 adding to his scars and squealing that he's too deep, that you're gonna tear in two, that he can't cum in you cause there's no space, daddy please, s'too much, too big, too much:(( but big big Deku nd his broad hands smush into the backs of your thighs and squashes you into the mattress and cums buckets🥺🥺 so much, so fuckin much you can hear it spurting out of your abused, puffy lil hole:((, humping you, rutting into you cause he's still cumming nd grunting nd choking like he's a silly virgin, all cause you were too full nd didn't want his cum, Deku's gonna give it to you anyways
Warnings: sugar mommy/sugar baby relationship, public sex, size kink, strap on, oral, fingering, mentions of bimbo reader
word count: 1.1k
A/N: first thing on this blog and it’s sugar mommy!Ymir god help us
꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Sugar mommy!Ymir doesn’t flaunt it, no, not in the ways others may flaunt their money. She’s tactful, tasteful with dark jeans and shiny belts and skin shirts dropped open to show the intricate tattoo lacing down her sternum, framed by silver chains. Rings adorning her fingers, thick and chunky and worth more than the weight of the diamonds fixed to your earlobes, but she’d never tell you how much, or where she got them, only snapping a picture at them pressing against the delicate skin of your throat. She’s niche, addictive, wants you begging for more, more of anything when you’re with her, treating you to an expensive trip to the shops and then slipping her hand under your skirt in the fancy restaurant she’s on the VIP list for. You don’t ask what her job is, how she got all her funds and savings and you definitely don’t ask her why she keeps you around, dumb little you with wide eyes and glossy lips and a tendency to maybe act up just a little bit when she invades the privacy of the dressing room in favour of shoving her fingers down your throat and grinding her thigh against your warm cunt.
꧁✿🌸╭⊱ She’s never the type to buy you pretty lingerie and then rip it all off you with the intention of getting you naked as quickly as possible - no. She has a myriad of cameras, professional photographer ones and vintage ones that make funny clicking sounds when they produce polaroids of your body stretched out amongst the furs and satins of the bed. Ymir adores going back through the photos, putting them in order and flipping through each garment of your outfit being peeled off, remembering each flex of her fingers against your skin and each pose she put you in. God - the first time she pulled out her favourite camera, you’d hidden behind your hands and bitten your lip in embarrassment because Ymir had forced your legs apart and snapped far too many photos of your cunt fluttering and glistening in the orange light of the dining room. Over time, you got used to her funny requests, growing more and more confident in front of the camera until she didn’t have to ask you to pose any more, you did it of your own accord and often included the pretty black dildo she’d bought for you or the silver nipple clamps that matched the bars through hers. She’s got the photos all hidden in a Louis Vuitton shoe box under her bed and sometimes, when she can’t take you with her on business trips, she’ll select her favourites and stare at them in the emptiness of her hotel room with her hand between her legs and your voice cooing down the phone for her.
꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Ymir fucks you like she’s afraid you’ll leave her, ditch her for someone who will pay you more to be by their side, someone who will provide more for you, give you more, fuck you more - be more than her. So she stakes her claim on her body with mean fingers but a soft mouth, lips tugging at your nipples and cock slipping through the folds of your cunt, aching with the words she whispers into your skin, “C’mon princess, work it for me, you were so desperate for my cock earlier so why’re you being so shy now hm? Where’d my good girl go? Thought I taught you better than to be all bark but no bite, talkin’ all that shit about being able to take my cock and then being too fuckin shy to ride it like the whore I know you really are,”. And it’s the thick metal band on her thumb and the jutting of her hips that have you creaming over her cock, slick and shiny and the prettiest purple colour at your request. She always makes you ride this one, teases you with the fat head of it before yanking your hips down the ribbed girth of it, the thickest of her collection and the one that makes you cry the hardest. “Awh, is my baby girl crying already? Is my cock too much for you? Can’t take it? Hm? Such a pity, I was gonna give in and fuck you like you wanted, give you a little rest from being such a stupid brat but if you’re just gonna be a little cry baby then you can make it up to me,”. And even though you blubber and bounce and twitch and jerk over her cock, that thumb never leaves your clit and that hand aids in your grinds till you shudder and drench her lap with your spend.
꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Something Ymir loves especially, is taking you along to her business events, paying you a hefty sum to wear no panties and the prettiest silk dress that sticks to your skin like water, and drapes over your curves and slopes. She loves showing you off, suit jacket discarded over her chair and shirt unbuttoned to show the jewel at her throat matching the ones on your wrists, a sheen of sweat dampening her skin with how utterly delicious you looked. It was merely an opportunity to show her coworkers and friends that she could afford a pretty dumb thing to hang off her arm, and then follow her into the private bathroom when people were slightly too drunk to question the damp spot on the back of your dress as you disappeared into the shadows. There’s just something about attaching her lips to the hard throb of your clit that was addictive to Ymir, propping you up on the marble counter top and hiking your watery dress up over your sinful hips, urging you to mess up her hair and play with your breasts, over the fabric, over the cool satin of your dress so that it wrinkled and folded with the scratch of your nails and the pebbling of your nipples. You always tasted sweeter in public, especially with a few glasses of champagne in you and your glossy lips sticky and bitten from how often you tried to seduce Ymir into a corner to play with you. Please, every event ended like this, every business dinner and gala finished with Ymir’s fingers fucking into your clenching hole and her teeth dragging over your clit till you gushed down her hand and stained her shirt. You were both addicted to each other, money and gifts and favours be damned - and the first time you called her mommy? The first time you begged for mommy’s fingers in your needy little cunt? Fuck - Ymir was sure you blacked out from how hard she’d fucked you.
