#overwatch x reader

[angels-ipod]

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

I AM NOT YOUR OC💔💔💔

[cozypinklover]

Part.2 Part.3

18+ MDNI

Parings: Reinhardt, Venture, Hanzo, Junker queen, Doomfist, Pharah, Ashe, Lifeweaver, Lucio, Rat, Sombra, Sojourn, Moira, Mauga, Ramattra x afab Reader

Summary: What it’s like getting ate out by the Overwatch 2 Characters (Short headcanons)

TW: fingers, teasing, clit play, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, reader described a bit chubby, (amab) Venture, etc.

MOIRA

She doesn’t have the time to deal with your high libido, she’s more focused on her research.

—but, there are those moments after she’s done working late nights in the lab.

If you bring it up with her more than once, she’ll oblige, but you better prepare yourself for what she has in store for you.

Rope wasn’t a foreign concept in your relationship with Moira. If you annoyed her enough it wasn’t uncommon to see her get something to bind your limbs down. You want her to touch you that badly? She’ll give you what you want, but by her rules.

She’s on you, pulling away from your clit after your first orgasm. She wants you to feel everything before she gets to the best part. She wants you to be sensitive, that’s why she gives you what you want so quickly before she starts abusing your small nub.

It’s been the 5th time you’ve came tonight, you’re twisting your limbs in the tight restraints like it’ll actually do something. Tears are spilling out from the pure mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. This is what you wanted after all.

“You wanted this” your eyes widen after the short “break” you were granted before the flat of Moira’s tongue brushes the side of your clit, giving it a soft suck before her hands hold down your squirming thighs. “Now take it.”

DOOMFIST

Akande likes taking his time with you. Whenever he gets you alone after a long day of work at Talon, trust, you won’t be spared.

As soon as he gets you on the bed, his strong arms are already laced around your thighs, holding you open for him as he gets to work.

He talks you through every motion of his tongue, every kiss against his clit you can expect him to give you some sort of praise. And with how deep his voice is, he makes sure you feel every sensual vibration that roars over your cunt.

He’s kind of mean in a sense (sometimes). Since he’s so tense from work (Even though it’s what he’s most proud of) he feels the need to take it out on you, denying you the right to cum until he gives the say so. It’s not that he wants to deny you, but having you whining like this is just too therapeutic for him.

Akande loves adding his fingers in the mix. His hands are already quite large, so whenever he’s giving some attention to your clit you can expect his fingers to already be curled and spread on that spot that makes you cry out, pistoning them at a tender pace.

“You did well, but I’m not done yet. Give me one more and I’ll give you what you want.” and he does, you know he can’t wait that long after you’ve been so good for him.

JUNKRAT

Is one of the most messiest pussy eaters out there.

If you ask this man to go down on you, expect him to deliver in full. He’s yanking your pants down and spreading you out on his fingers before you can even blink.

He loves keeping you under his control as he lavishes you with his tongue (out of love of course)

He loves holding your legs in his grasp so you can’t escape, it doesn’t matter if he’s struggling to breathe, he’ll die a happy man between your thighs worshipping his goddess. His favorite position is him holding you upside down as he helps himself to your slick. It gives him more control over your movement. You want to run away because it’s too much? Well too bad.

He loves your scent, he can’t get enough of it. He’s messy, but he knows how to appreciate his meal. His nose is constantly buried into your heat while his tongue laps away carelessly. He may be a mass murderer, but Jamison knows how to appreciate true art such as yourself, that including your scent.

Each time Jamison goes down on you, expect to cum at least 3 times before he remembers that he actually has a hard erection clinging to his pants

“No—no, don't squirm. Just give me one more! Swear it’s the last time!”

It’s not.

SOJOURN

She’s actually quite shy the first time going down on you, but she’s sweet nonetheless. Just as always.

She’s always adorable with her shy stutters and a bashful glance whenever you provoke her during work. You want to act cheeky now? Keep that same energy when she has you seated on her work desk after hours.

She’ll scold you a bit, not literally, but it’s always a captain's duty to stay professional on the job, but she couldn’t resist your soft touches and whisper of her name.

Vivian takes her time with you, she’s not cruel after all, she’d never hold back on giving you both exactly what you wanted. She’s gentle. She’d hold your legs open, giving you a loving but stern glance as you shy away.

“No, sweetheart. I’m off the clock. Let me help you properly now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

She practically leaves you breathless, giving you no room to try to escape the pleasure of her soft tongue fluttering in your hole. If she really wants you to come undone, she’ll slide her palm up for sides until her finger “accidentally” starts rubbing tight circles over your clit. Her grip is strong but not enough to leave you bruised as she lightly pleases you with the soft pad of her tongue. She’s going to let you know just how much she loves you with each flick and suck over your pretty pussy.

“That’s it, fall back for me. Let it all out..” it wouldn’t take long until you’d happily repay the favor.

ASHE

Her pride won’t allow her to admit that she actually likes going down on you half the time. She doesn’t like how down bad she is for the mellow taste of your slick.

You could cling to her all day, begging her to come back to bed, but she won’t soften, not yet at least. She’ll ignore the softness of your body, the warmth of your touch. She’ll ignore everything if it means she doesn’t look like a desperate puppy for her girl.

When you finally do get her back to bed, you better start brace yourself. Fierce fiery red eyes peer at you from below in irritation as Ashe kisses her way down the swell curve of your thighs. “You had to tease me in public? I’m not going easy on you tonight.” And she doesn’t. She’s cruel, testing your antsy pleas for her to give you more than just a soft lick across your folds, but she doesn’t.

Each time you get worked up from her tongue, she pulls away, analyzing the livid reaction of desperation from your shivering body. Then, she goes back in, twisting her tongue under your clit just the way you like it, holding your wrist between her clamped palm to keep you somewhat still. “Don’t move, I’m not done yet..”

You’re shaking. It’s been almost two hours of this vile game and you still haven’t cum. She won’t let you.

It’s not until you properly apologize for today, babbling on about how you’ll never tease her again in public, then she’ll comply.

HANZO

Hanzo is surprisingly more gentle whenever he goes down on you. It’s not because he’s holding back, he just genuinely wants to appreciate your body as it is. Besides, he’s learned a lot from his past about being gentler with the people he cares about, and you’re no exception. He wants to treat you with respect and tenderness.

Each time Hanzo goes down on you, except a lot of foreplay and prep beforehand. It’s easy to get him pent up just by kissing or touching him. He loves you, and he’ll show you how much in various gestures.

He loves letting you take “some” control, that’s why he encourages you to use him, sit on his face. He won’t let you do all the work though. He may be gentle, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take his time appreciating you at his own pace.

His hands guide your hips, swaying them back and forth as he peers up at you with concentration. The taste, the way you whine above him sets him off…

If you tease him enough though he’ll definitely be a bit more stern when it comes to eating you out. Instead of giving you the satisfaction of control, he’ll have your hips firmly lifted over your head, giving him room to lick the side of your folds with a longing grumble.

“Be still, I’m not done.”

He’ll have you above him cumming for hours. You’re worried he’s going to suffocate? Please, he can handle it.

LIFEWEAVER

The sweetest eater here.

Niran’s motive isn’t just to make you feel good when he’s eating you out, it’s to make you feel safe and worshipped from his touch.

He can go down on you any time of the day when both of you are in the mood, but he likes to try working the both of you up sometimes. If you’re sleepy after a long day of work, please let him make you feel better, he’ll be sad if you didn’t use him for your own benefit.

Niran loves to hold you while going down on you, but his favorite position is definitely you sitting on his face. He loves letting you take control of the situation, loves letting you grind your hips into the plush of his cheeks as he gives full attention to your clit. His eyes practically light up when you agree to sit on his face.

He’ll look up at you with drunken intimacy, totally intoxicated by your scent and the softness of your shaky body as you ride out your first high.

If you get too tired, don’t worry, he’s here to catch you. Niran won’t let you rest until you’ve cum at least twice, he wants to work you out, prepare you for his dick that’s aching in his pants. He just wants you to be comfortable and open for him.

“Shh—“ he coos lightly into your thigh, giving it a wet kiss before diving back into your plump folds. “Shhh, I know, I know..let it out. That’s it. My pretty girl—” you nearly collapse onto him as he sucks the side of your clit, rolling his tongue under “doing so good f’me”

REINHARDT

Reinhardt is a pure gentleman whenever he goes down on you. He’s strong, and he knows it, so he likes it whenever you choose a suitable position for him to cherish you in. You want to sit on his face? Go ahead, he won’t stop you. But if you had to ask him what his favorite position is—it’s whenever your thighs are between his large palms, grasped in his tight hold as he throws them over his shoulders for better access to your pussy.

He’s slow whenever he tastes you, allowing himself to dwell on the musky flavor with appreciation. He’s also an experienced man, so he knows the best way to lift you up to your peak is by taking it slow.

You feel EVERYTHING he gives you because of his slow, tender pace. The mix of his tongue with your slick feels sensual and loving, exactly how he likes it.

He’s a bit greedy too. Even after you've had your first orgasm, he’s already splitting you apart on his fingers to open you up for him. His tongue dances around your clit as he whispers soft prayers of dedication into you.

Once you’ve cum at least twice he’ll reward you with his cock, slipping his damp fingers from your heat as he rubs his member across your highly sensitive folds

“You want to take control now? How pleasurable…”

SOMBRA

Hear me out, but Olivia loves seeing you tied down. Her playful attitude always pops up in the bedroom, and you’re happy to let her be herself around you.

She knows when you’re in the mood most times. She checks your phone every other 5 hours. Not because she’s controlling, she trust you, truly, but she gets bored. It’s fun to her whenever she hacks her way through your phone to see you touching yourself from the front camera, or seeing you read a risky story online. She’s almost offended you didn’t ask her directly that you wanted some attention, but she’ll gladly give it to you.

You’re startled as slim hands sneak their way up your thighs from under the plush cover, spreading your legs apart before a long tongue shimmy’s its way up your tight entrance.

“Why didn’t you—“ she pops her lips over your puffy clit, squeezing your chubby thighs in her grasp “tell me you needed some attention? Is it because you like the idea of me watching you?”

She’s at your pussy for what feels like hours. Your inner thighs were drenched in your arousal. You struggle to remove yourself from the tight restrictions she pinned to your legs , but it didn’t budge, it never does.

“Ask me next time, maybe then I won’t be so cruel”

JUNKER QUEEN

Is a lover for semi public sex

She loves the idea of having a bit of risk during intimacy, and you happily follow her lead. The adrenaline rush makes everything feel way more sensitive. She wouldn’t let the two of you get caught, but today she was feeling more risky than usual.

It started out like every other time, you both were lingering on one another, you kissing down her neck as she grinded your hips into her thigh before connecting her warm mouth to your own.

It never went further than the two of you sneakily fingering each other in a quiet part of Junker Town, but she wanted to try something new.

“Yeah, love, turn around for me, there you go.”

You’re begging no one turns the corner..it was much easier to hide when you both were in each others pants, but this was way more intense. But it felt good, you didn’t want her to stop.

Your lips tremble as Odessa’s warm appendage licked its way across your heat before nestling itself in your tight hole. Her hands held your hips steady. You heard footsteps, crowds, laughter, and the only thing shielding you away from it all was this shallow street corner.

Odessa lifted her head, licking her chin “each time someone walks by you get tighter, you enjoying this that much?” You whine, and she answers your plea by nuzzling herself back between your soaked thighs.

PHARAH

You always test Fareeha’s patience. She’s strong, she gets it, but do you have to ogle at her each time she puts on a tank top or work out shirt? Can’t you be more direct about what you want?

You’re always watching her train, watching how sweat drips down her gorgeous features in awe and appreciation. She knows you admire her hard work, and it always softens her heart to see you so interested in her duty as a soldier, but did you think she wouldn’t notice your distracted gaze on her body?

She’s tired after work, she always is, but whenever she sees you waiting for her in your car she practically melts. You made her feel safe, and she can’t wait to thank you for all your support when the two of you get home.

It starts out light, a shower and slow massage to her aching body, something you normally did for her when she’d get off, but this time she wanted to appreciate you.

She holds your wrist, lowering you onto your back as she sighs softly about how beautiful you look underneath her before her hands are massaging the fat of your thighs, urging them open for her gaze alone.

She’s gentle, so, so gentle with you as she takes her time working you up for her. She licks the sides of your folds before lapping her tongue between your slit, trying to get a whimper off yelp from your puckered lips. Her arms grip your thighs, trapping them in her hold despite your shy protests.

“No, angel. Let me appreciate you tonight, ok?”

VENTURE

Sloan loves cockwarming you after a long day. When the two of you settle down after work in your shared apartment on the couch, they can’t help themselves from sliding into your pussy while you’re fixated on a movie. It’s so common now that you don’t even bother to put on underwear anymore after a shower.

They love when you wear a nightgown or t-shirt to bed, it gives them easier access to your body and you look adorable in it, so how can they resist? Once you’re done with your movie, work or resting, they’ll whine in your ear about how you’re not paying attention to them, thrusting themselves up into you while holding your waist.

“You always ignore me, do I not feel good inside you?” They’ll fill you up to the brim, bringing you to the clouds before slowly pulling you back to Earth on their thick cock.

And when you finally do cum? They’ll be over you in seconds, licking and sucking your clit down to your messy hole to “clean you up” as they’d say.

Their hands are strong, they claw into the dirt so they’ll have no problem holding you still as they devour your inner body. They love tasting themselves on your pussy, it just reminds them who you belong to.

LUCIO

Another risk taker.

Whenever he’s due to perform at one of his concerts you make sure to wear his “favorite” outfits. Ones that he can’t keep his eyes away from. You look good in anything, but whenever you show up backstage wearing his favorite getup like the beauty you are, he can’t help but stare.

He’s a gentleman, he’s immediately pulling you to a quiet corner backstage so he can lavish you with compliments. He’s kissing your face all over, cursing you silently under his breath from how beautiful you look. He's absolutely devastated that he has a show, if that wasn’t holding him back he’d be under you in seconds, making you cry his name with his tongue.

Once his show is over he’s absolutely pent up with need. His mind's been dedicated to you all night, and when he gets his hands on you, it’s game over.

You can’t whine or even think straight, you can’t even beg for me, not here. Lucio has you trapped in one of the backstage closets, his mouth making out with your sloppy pussy as crew members roam the halls just inches outside of this thin door.

You cover your mouth, eyes watery as he makes you cum a second time in the span of minutes.

“Shh, I’ll be slow, let it out”

MAUGA

Mauga is a menace between your legs. Whether he’s fucking you on his cock, using his thick fingers, or fucking you up with his tongue. This man won’t let you take a break between your orgasms.

He’s a big man and he knows how to use his body mass to his own advantage. If he’s going down on you you’re basically pinned at his mercy until he comes up for air. You want to sit on his face? Well you won’t have much control there either. He’s holding your hips down with his massive hands until he’s had his fill.

He loves holding your legs above your head as he eats you out. Not only does it keep you from squirming away, but your hands are pinned under your thighs, leaving no room to try running away from his tongue.

He keeps you under him for a good minute before coming back up for air, whispering into you as you roll your hips into his face. “Just trying to get you ready for my cock, baby. Let out everything you got pent up—that’s it”

He has you seeing stars. The way his mouth practically makes out with your already tired folds, to the way he slips his tongue into your clenched hole, finally filling that aching emptiness with warmth.

You’re practically falling apart as he consumes the very depths of your being, pinching and stroking your clit simultaneously with his mouth “good girl! That’s it!”

RAMATTRA

He can’t eat you out, he technically doesn’t have a real mouth

—but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to replicate the feeling. Technology now is advanced enough to create forms of “life” whose to say that it can’t make a highly realistic sex toy.

Ramattra is already an engineer, so when you tell him about the concept of going down on someone he’s perplexed, confused and slightly intrigued. He knows about sex, he already had a false cock that you practically abuse yourself on, but he didn’t know about other forms of intimacy in the bedroom, not like this.

It’s hard for him to look it up after dismissing your explanation, but he does.

You’re expecting a regular night with your boyfriend, you riding him as he helps you take all of him in, but no, Ramattra had other plans for you tonight. He ignores the confused look on your face, testing the waters before spreading your legs open across his lap, locking your calves behind his thighs. Before you could question him, your mouth parts into an “o”, a soft suction from a black machine in his large hand engulfs your clit, making you moan into the omnics chest.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He pushes it closer to your aching core and you begin to crumble in his arms. You couldn’t close your legs, you were practically at his mercy until his curiosity was filled.

[suempu]

⋆˚࿔ lots of people in my inbox asked for the nsfw ver so here it is… gulp

ᥫ᭡ mizuki nsfw hcs

ᯓ★ afab and amab language used. mdni. a sprinkle of crack and fluff because thats how i write divider by @uzmacchiato !

mizuki’s a switch leaning dom, but it all depends on the kind of personality you have. if you’re easily flustered then he’ll take the lead in the relationship, but if you’re more assertive, he doesn’t mind giving up control.

he’s not exactly a vanilla guy, he’s a bit freaky. he doesn’t outright say it at the start of the relationship, he lets it be known with small jokes here and there though.

you yell in horror when mizuki suddenly leans down towards you fork, stealing a piece of your cake. ”dude, what the hell?” grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling it back, you shake his head as if he was a dog who swallowed a toy. “that was mine!” ”oh yeah, harder.” mouth tilted up at the side, his eyes are smug like a cat who got the cream. grumbling to yourself, you let him go. “you’re disgusting.”

if i didn’t make it clear enough, he likes being handled roughly by his partner. he doesn’t care if you’re smaller or bigger than him, there’s something about the fact that you’re so comfortable with treating his body like it was yours that gets him going.

he’s so into the whole owning thing. like yes, he’s yours and you’re his. do whatever you want to him, he’s right where he was to be.

mizuki has a preference to be the top, only because he’s never tried to bottom yet. he’s not against the idea though, he’s willing to try anything out with you.

he’s pretty talented with his hands. his fingers are pretty and slender, so intricate with the way he touches you. he’s a sucker for foreplay, the kind of guy that wants to get you off with his mouth or hands before the real thing happens.

one of the reasons why is cause he’s actually so into overstimming. whether its you or him, he’s just so into it. but he mostly likes doing it to you.

after you two are comfortable enough to go farther in your relationship, he buys a few sex toys. he can’t fathom how other guys could get jealous of vibrators, mizuki thinks the more pleasure he can give you, the better.

“which color?” you look at his serious eyes, hands holding up two bullet vibrators. one gray, one teal. raising a brow, you deadpan. ”why are you acting like this is some crazy financial purchase?” ”because it is?” snorting, you point at the color you prefer. “you don’t even take buying charms this seriously.”

he loves using them on your clit/tip. he uses them to the point where you start hating him because the pleasure is burning, and there’s tears in your eyes from how much you’ve been moaning.

mizuki thinks nights like those are the most enjoyable. he loves making fun of you. lovingly, if i might add.

he may not be big on degradation, but trust that he will mock you, giving you praises in a condescending way. in a ‘you’re my pretty little whore’ kind of way.

“no way you already came from that. my fingers that good?” you look down at his smirk from between your thighs where he’s kneeling on the foot of your bed. “mmh— stop talking and get back to work—“ ”okay… bossy.” mizuki presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before pumping his fingers in and out of you. “i like it though.” he murmurs.

aftercare with him is fun and playful, even if both of you are spent and exhausted. he likes cuddling after, uncaring of the mess between your bodies, though after an hour or two, he gets up to clean.

the showers or baths are his excuse to feel you up more, sliding his soapy hands up and down your sides while his fingers sometimes teasingly pinch your nipples, earning him a surprised yelp and a glare from you.

he’s got a bunch of kinks he wants to try out with you, as long as you’re okay with it. mizuki makes sure to talk to you properly about all of it and compromise if you ever feel uncomfortable with some aspects.

“blindfolds.” he proposes. “on you or on me?” you sat across from him on the counter, slurping instant ramen that mizuki prepared after telling him you were hungry from the amount of orgasms he’s milked from you. “i don’t mind either… but i’d rather do it on you.” he grins mischievously, as if he already had a million ideas on what to do with you. “same with tying you up.” you point your chopsticks at him accusingly, ”okay. freak.”

freaky boyfriend who gets off from getting you off, 100/10, good lay. plus he loves you, so its great.

[lil-yearnings]

Preening.

Many animals, such as cats, horses, primates, and many birds, pluck at and preen their mates to groom one another, and bond.

You weren't helping him wash his face anymore, at this point. You were just fascinated by his stubble, poking at the growing beard like you've never seen a living man before.

"...Is this your way of asking me to shave?" "Please, no." He's even more confused.

He certainly doesn't feel relaxed now that his growing hair is being pushed back by a pink bubble headband, but he isn't about to complain about you leering on top of him, something pretty to look down your pajamas while you treated him.

But he was going to complain about you fixing his eyebrows.

"There has to be an easier way, this hurts!"

"I'm not taking much," you dab his brow with more alcohol for numbing. "Just a few strays." "You give me skinny little pencil brows, I'll kill you." "God no, I'm not gonna do that." He taps out after three more. Not that you blame him. The sheet mask is mild, something that doesn't do insane deep cleaning or exfoliation, but something to feel nice and refreshing on his face. This was supposed to be a pleasant experience for him. "I feel like one of those posters at a nail salon, you know, when they put a snail on the lady's face..." You promise him a shower together. Whatever he wants if he quits his bitching and lets you bond with him. Let you take care of him.

While you pamper him you soothe his aching bones. While you meticulously comb his hair (that hardly needed it) you lulled his soul to a rest. He lets you spoil him as much as you want, because even here, as he begrudgingly enjoys your spa night, he does truly feel at ease. The noises do quiet. There's nothing here, but you and your delicate fingers on his face.

Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Carlos Olivera, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain Johnathan Price, John "Jack" Morrison, Gabriel Reyes, Arthur Morgan, John Martson

[angellude]

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖: let's eat sweet!

synopsis: the one where your boyfriend welcomes you home from a mission with an assortment of sweets. you didn’t know you were on the menu as well.

content: MDNI. emre sarioglu x reader, established relationship, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), slight nipple play, overstimulation, sliiiiightly dub-con if you squint ig, aftercare

wc: 2k

a/n: art by jw_lulu! HIIIIIII a little break from my jjk posts BUT I SHOULD HAVE A JJK HC LIST UP TMRW! lowkey i've been playing sm emre and he's so sexy i had to make at least a tiny little smut drabble. gawd i need him... also i tried my best to research turkish terms of endearment and food/culture so if i got anything wrong i apologize! eat up!

the hot shower water pelted at your back, soothing your aching, tensed muscles. talon's latest mission had been hell. vendetta sent you all the way to lima to breach a global security compound. you'd been gone for two weeks now. droplets of water are still clinging to your skin when you push his door open.

it smells different in emre’s quarters tonight. sweet aromas like honey, pistachio, and lemon fill the air. your boyfriend is busy rummaging around and setting up the assortment of his homeland's desserts on his coffee table. he rearranges the delicate dishes in order of color and size, his brow furrowed as he focused, like it was the most important thing in the world. then he sees you.

“aşkım…” leaves him in an exhale. he crosses the room in two seconds, his arms— even the cybernetic one— are firm, warm, and grounding around you as he embraces your body, his beard gently tickling your neck when he buried his face there.

a quiet laugh slips out of you, and you tilt your head to kiss his temple. “what’s all this?” your hand gestures to the table. emre hums and shrugs. “figured you could use something sweet after your mission. tatlı yiyelim, tatlı konuşalım.”

let's eat sweet, talk sweet.

you both sit down on the couch, emre wrapping a knitted blanket around you. he points to each treat on the table, introducing each and every one of them to you, then he reaches for the closest one. a sticky golden square made up of flaky layers and gooey, chopped up nuts in the filling. “baklava. try it.”

you let him press it to your lips, and he thumbed your shoulder as you chewed. an appreciative hum and nod came from you as you assessed the rich nectar flavor, and emre reached up to swipe some honey off your lips before it dribbled down your chin.

“good?”

“very sweet.”

a chuckle escaped him, then he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “just like you…” then, he reached for the next dessert, a small yellow square dusted with powdered sugar. it was squishy between his fingers, and chewy and tart on your tongue.

“lokum. turkish delight,” he smiled. “my grandmother made them every bayram. i found a cafe that makes it almost the same way... almost.”

you raised your brow and nodded. “lemon?”

he nodded. “mhm. i have rose and pistachio as well…”

you tried each flavor. you didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as he fed you. künefe, a warm dessert with shredded dough, filled with melted cheese, soaked in rich, sugary syrup. a sweet, creamy square called date halva, and finally, he finished it off with rice pudding and warm cardamom. you told him about your mission as you ate, and he listened perfectly, like he always did. always asking the right questions, missing nothing, keeping his focus on you. your legs had migrated to his lap at one point, and he gently thumbed along your ankle, then rubbed up and down your calf, trying to soothe any tension in your muscles.

it eventually turned into him scooting closer, his metal and flesh hands running up and down your thighs now. you abruptly paused your explanation of how you’d breached the security compound and gave him a look. “em…”

“tatlı yiyelim.”

you raised a brow, then tilted your head at the table. "we are eating sweets."

he shrugged as he pulled your shorts and panties down. "good thing i saved room, hm? there she is..." he purred, bringing his thumb to rub at your bud.

"h-hm..." bubbled up from your throat. two weeks without him and sleeping in a ship full of talon agents gave you no room for relief. you were more pent up than you realized.

"sensitive?" he tilted his head, and you shook yours. "no, just... just missed you."

he melted and smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. "ben de seni özledim." i missed you, too. he pushed your shirt up and trailed kisses down your neck, your chest, pausing to suckle gently at one of your tits, then down your ribcage, back to your center, down, down...

"m-hngh..." you whined as he pressed a wet smoooch! to your clit. his beard brushed against your inner thigh, causing you to squirm under him. he hummed and unhinged his jaw, delving his firm tongue into your hole and curling it, rubbing the muscle against your velvety walls with little wet shlucks! and whines that simmered in the back of his throat.

he closed his eyes, fully focused on the task at hand. his brow furrowed as he made sure to angle his nose juuust right so it rubbed at your clit as he tonguefucked you, his hands busy holding your thighs to his head. his left hand crept up and squeezed a tit, thumbing over your nipple.

“m-‘mh— canım…” you whined in his native tongue, which made him groan into your pussy and rut his hips against the curve of the couch. “a-ahm… mmph…” he grunted with effort, shaking his head a bit for maximum stimulation.

your poor hole was drooling into his mouth and he lapped up every last drop of your juices, moaning at your taste. “s-so… fuckin’… sweet…” he groaned, pulling back for only a moment to catch his breath. the hand holding your thigh came to spread your sopping lips, a lewd squelch sounding as he played with them between his fingers. the cold of his carbon fiber fingers made your hips jump, and he grinned. “feels good, hm? i know, baby… i know… look at her drippin’ for me…”

you fisted the knit blanket beneath you, your brow knitted tight. “p-please— em—“

“don’t gotta beg me, baby… missed your taste s’much, wan’ you t’cum as much as you want on my tongue. i wanna eat it all.”

with that, his mouth was back on you, both hands coming to grip your ass and lift your hips up, smushing his face further into your sloppy pussy. “mmmf-fuck…” he groaned, his voice muffled. “mhm, mhm… give it t’me…”

“e-emre- fuck-“

he resorted to sucking at your clit like it was his favorite treat, lewd slurps and suckles filling the room. “that’s it… cum on my tongue… lemme lap it all up, baby… good girl…”

your back arched off the couch and you fisted at both his hair and the blanket. shockwaves of pleasure rolled through you, building and building as your whines got higher in pitch. your hips jerked, but he quickly yanked you back onto his face.

“no,” he murmured firmly, his hold tightening as he dragged you right back down onto his mouth. “stay… let me…” his nose presses harder against your clit, his tongue slipping back inside, curling just right—

your breath hitched. “close— em— close…!”

he grunted and rolled his hips against the couch, rutting like a dog in heat. his efforts turned messier, if possible, sloppier. “yeah? give it t’me… c’mon, c’mon, güzelim…”

your back arched and your thighs clamped around his head. “c-cumming- fuck!!”

he tripled his efforts, moaning with satisfaction as you gushed onto his tongue, dripping down his beard. “good girl… good girl…” he groaned, squeezing your ass as a form of praise. “tastes so sweet, you’re so sweet, baby…”

he didn’t let up, not for a second, pressing sloppy kisses to your poor, swollen clit. you whined in initial protest, tugging at his hair, at which he took your hand and interlaced your fingers with his.

“one more. just one more, baby… taste so sweet, i can’t get enough… please, baby, just one more…?”

you whined, but relaxed. he was merciful and moved slower, his tongue slowly dragging through your folds, up to your clit and gently sucking. his eyelids fluttered half-shut, his gaze glossed over with hazy lust. “mmph…” he grunted after a stronger slurp, his tongue moving back into you.

your second built faster than your first, deep and tight knitted inside of you. it started somewhere behind your navel and spread outward in waves rather than crashing all at once. your thighs trembled against his shoulders and your grip on his hand tightened.

“em— ‘m close— again, ‘m cumming—!” you squeaked out in between shaky gasps and whines.

“mmf, i know… can feel you throbbin’ ‘round my tongue…” he mumbled, muffled. “give it t’me…”

another plunge of his tongue and you’re falling apart, your back bowing off the cushion and his name breaking on your lips. like a ravenous dog, emre slurped up all that you gushed, his tongue working for every last drop until there was nothing left but his saliva soaking your pussy.

“em— emre, baby— okay, okay—“ you half-whined, half-laughed, pulling him back by his hair.

“one more…” he begged with a whine. “please, i need it… please, baby, you taste so—“

“emre,” your voice was broken. “t-too much—“

in his lustful greed, he went for it anyways. just for a moment, sucking at your clit until you shoved his shoulder. he stopped and pulled away immediately, his face holding the same expression as when he would come to after chernobog took over him. he looked over you, taking in how your skin was slick with sweat, your chest heaving, and one arm draped over your eyes.

“oh… aşkım…”

his hand hovers over your cheek before carefully cupping it. “look at me? i’m sorry…” his voice was gravelly and full of guilt. despite your wrecked state, your lips twitched as you peeked out from under your arm. “what?” you breathed out, a soft giggle escaping you.

brow pinched, he sighed and looked away. “i got… greedy. i’m sorry. i should’ve stopped.”

you blink for a moment, then reach for his wrist. “hey… i’m okay. it’s alright…”

“no, it’s not…” he mumbled firmly, sighing and settling in on top of you. his weight was soothing and his kisses on your neck were like a sweet balm. “i got carried away…”

you hummed and kissed his temple, fingers sifting into his red locks and gently scratching his scalp. “you always do.”

“still…” he murmured, pulling away from your neck to gaze down at you, assessing to make sure you really were okay, then kissing your forehead. “let me make it up to you.”

he reached for the barely touched teacup next to the baklava and raised it to your lips. “drink.” you take a sip, watching him over the rim, amused at how serious he suddenly is.

he pulled the knitted blanket up over you and climbed off, padding to the bathroom, then coming back with a warm, damp rag to clean you up. once he was through with that, you took the rag yourself and gently wiped at his chin, cleaning up where your juices still stuck to his skin and beard. you earned a soft grin from him for that.

“tell me if you need anything?” he murmured, snuggling in on top of you and cocooning you in his arms. you nodded, and he kissed the top of your head. “two weeks is too long. i’m telling v i’m coming with you next time.”

you huffed. all of talon knew you and emre were like two peas in a pod, or two rabbits in one cage, maybe. “vendetta won’t—“

“i’m coming with you. don’t like being separated from you for that long. plus, then i can keep an eye on you on the field,” he murmured, smoothing your hair back.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little smile on your lips. “so overprotective. i can handle myself out there.”

“i know you can,” he murmured. “but you’re all i have left. i just… i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt. or worse.” you went quiet at that, and he tilted your head up by your chin. “but i won’t let that happen… benim güzel kızım,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to your temple.

you shrugged. “so long as you bring me treats after every mission, i’ll come back alive no matter what.”

a small huff of a laugh escaped him. “same here. though i don’t mean ‘treats’ as in food…”

you hit his arm. “pervert.”

© all writing belongs to angellude. all characters belong to blizzard entertainment.

[letternotekisses]

overwatch men react to you doing the ‘fake bj prank’ 🫦

Reinhardt pulls an almost adorably curious face when you suddenly drop to your knees in front of him, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ that soon turns into an excited grin once he catches sight of you tying up your hair. His hand instinctively comes to his belt - his cock growing stiff and heavy within moments, although his joy deflates almost instantaneously when you stand back up after ‘finding’ your ‘lost’ hairpin. He covers himself with a nearby sofa cushion and waves you off when you giggle and ask why he’s blushing.

Cassidy immediately gets comfortable, he knows the drill. Stubs out his cigar as quick as a flash and all but slams his Peacekeeper on the table beside him. It’s only when he realises you’re actually reaching for something you’d ‘dropped’ on the floor and not ripping his belt off wildly with your teeth does he stand there like an absolute melon. Don’t even ask him about it because he’ll simply lower his hat in shame and mourn over the loss of his cigar. That was Cuban. But you both know he’d forgo many more just for the chance of your perfect lips around his thick cock.

Genji is actually surprisingly hard to prank. If you try to ‘drop’ something or go to pick something up directly in front of him he’s much too quick to do it for you. Always the gentleman, but it grew almost annoying being unknowingly outsmarted by him every time. You had to get real creative with it - kneeling low and close to fiddle with the loops of his trousers gets him spluttering and looking around wildly for someone in the halls, before you pat his thigh and rise with a smile, claiming the new belt you’d got him looks so nice on. He’s adorably confused for a minute, before he mentally vowed to get you back. Although, you fear he may not get the point of the prank because you definitely had the best orgasm of your life after he was done with you. Sigh it’s the little things.

Hanzo raises a brow to you when you slide smoothly to your knees, your hands bundling your hair up until it’s tied back neatly. His back is stiffening the moment any part of you grazes his thigh and he instinctively reaches out to smooth the stray hair that escaped your grasp, the other hand settling upon the button of his waistcoat until…you’re giggling? And he sits back with a small embarrassed huff at his eagerness, a blush settling high on his sharp cheekbones. You pepper kisses all over his face to make it up to him and his fickle pride, which only makes him flush darker. He won’t stay mad for long, but similar to his brother - he’ll plan on getting even. Usually in the form of overstimulating you until you’re teary-eyed and whining or not letting you cum at all :-)

Junkrat is tittering with excitement the moment you walk into the room, let alone your little prank. As soon as you even try to get near him he’s jumping your bones and growling some nasty shit in your ear - you should have known that his insatiable nature would interfere with this. Oh well, might as well indulge him, hm? You don’t even get your dues either - as he’s too busy shimmying your trousers down your hips so he can get his daily taste of that pretty little cunt you were hiding away from him for so long.

Reaper is…not really the type of man you’d like to prank, but who says you’re any type of normal. It’s why he likes you. He won’t even let you finish your little prank because he knew what you were playing at from the start. He thumbs your head with his clawed gauntlet, a growling laugh low in his chest as his heavy cock rests on your face, pulsing hotly against your skin. Hey - you got yourself into this, but service him well enough and he’ll let you cum this time. Maybe? Who knows. He did like your attempt though! You should try and prank him more often if this is the outcome.

Lucio almost has a heart attack when you get to your knees - he had a concert due in ten minutes! But his cock betrays his best interest when it twitches to life and with ashamed (but not rly) delight he goes to fiddle with his trousers only to find…you were licking your thumb and wiping a smudge off of him. The poor guy actually almost beats himself up about assuming what you’re down there for until you explain to him with little giggles between kisses. You have a little something planned after his concert to cheer him up anyways.

Baptiste is like the largest gentleman at heart, so when you even dare squat down to even try and prank him he’s manhandling you so he can eat your pussy first. It gets weirdly competitive when you try to insist on it (so you can perform your epic awesome prank) so now you’re just 69ing. Wrong method right execution? You can’t really find yourself too bothered with Baptiste’s talented tongue deep in your cunt and his cock buried down your throat. Later, maybe. A man who insists his woman cums comes first is a man. Period.

Lifeweaver is too sweet about it to the point it might rot your fucking teeth out. It almost pains you to prank him because you just wanna suck the soul out of him through his dick. He doesn’t even blink when you’re ducking between his legs, or dropping things on purpose because he’ll just fucking help you pick them up. It’s almost infuriating so you instead take your frustrations out on actually blowing him instead. Niran palms your cheek with hands softer than aloe, his cock bulging your cheek as you swallow him deeper. Curse him and his magical body. You just wanna lick him all over.

Sigma is an intelligent man. You know it, he knows it, the ants on the ceiling probably fucking know it. That being said - he was convinced he’d memorised all of your mannerisms completely. So when he pushed back from his desk to greet you and you immediately dropped to your knees, bundling your hair up, he was happy to make quick work of his slacks. He is both humbled and down-crested to find it was a prank. He bundles you into his lap, murmuring nothings to you in Dutch. It’s enough to convince you to make it up to him - to warm his long cock with your perfect cunt while he works. Perfect. Try not to squirm…too much.

Roadhog yeah that ain’t gonna work on him. Not only does he have a sixth sense for when you (or Rat) are up to mischief, he also knows that you know he much prefers your sweet little pussy to your mouth. He thinks it’s worthy of a little punishment. Nothing too big, just something to keep you walking funny for a few days. (Good luck.)

Ramattra is very much accustomed to your human oddities by now, he’s grown tolerant of you (dare I say fond) enough to be unbothered by whatever you do. Treat him like a giant climbing frame for all he cares, you couldn’t make a dent. He knows exactly what you’re up to, and only when you’re whining for a scrap of his attention does he give it to you. Poor, sweet little human, begging for him? He’ll give you exactly what you crave, but you must remember that you asked for this when the silicone of his cock is buried impossibly deep in your tiny cunt, his cold, metal fingers splayed across the small of your back as he tuts down at you. Squirm all you want, Ramattra insists on taking his time with you.

Mauga won’t let you get off that easy either. He watches you go down with a grin that could rival the sharks back at Samoa. Watching you come back up has that smile dropping and an almost evilly mischievous glint appear in his eyes that has your panties just a tiny bit wet. In retrospect it was a good idea to prank him. In truth, when he has his fat, veiny cock buried down your throat and his meaty fingers deep inside of your cunt? It was a great idea. 10/10. In fact you should do it again.

Doomfist knows something is up the moment you tie your hair up because usually he just holds it back for you while he fucks your fac—oh. He quirks a brow at your giggles, but it’s not long until you’re quickly silenced. He soon has you riding his thigh with an intense desperation in your eyes as he thumbs your lip, cooing mockingly at the wet spot on his expensive suit trousers from where he’d kept you there so long. You cum when he thinks you’ve made it up to him, which might be a while, considering how much Akande seemed to be enjoying it, his chest reverberating with every pleased rumble. You’d think twice again next time about pranking the leader of Talon. (Probably…not.)

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[sangoqueenkoko]

*ooo, this fic looks interesting, let’s read this..*

‘Warnings? Smu-’

guys, I don’t want smut I just want fluff if this too much to ask for?

It’s legit all I’ve been seeing lately

19.07: MUM IM FAMOUS

24.08: lol ty

[luvlyycy]

BIG DOG ! 🐶

a / n : well , well , well . im back on my pet play bullshit but this time its 10x worse ! here's my puppy!emre :3c !!! everybody call him a good boy... (crossposted to ao3!)

— NSFW ⠀ : tags ★ , puppy!emre except he's a BIG dog ^^, excessive cum, knots, creampie, blahablahabalah smut smut smut, very obvious breeding kink from emre, sniffing kink???, freak4freak, also 3.5k words :>

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You were more of a cat person overall, but, seeing the poor little doggy on the side of the road truly pulled at your heartstrings.

You took him home, had him lay in your lap the entire ride. He was a cute little thing, like a husky but with dark reddened fur and two white patches that slide right underneath his tiny ears.

Once in a lifetime dog. He's yours now, you feed him, bathe him, water him, like he's your little baby. He has the tiniest barks too! Small yips that shake his whole entire body, it’s adorable. Cute little teeth match his barks, small canines that show whenever he yawns big before curling up at your side and nuzzling his head into your thighs. 

The little dog stays by your side as close as possible, during walks he never steps too far ahead and never yanks on his leash. It’s a mystery why anyone would abandon such a good pup. 

You’re laying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone as your doggy snuggles up against your chest, his eyes are stuck on your face as he lets out the smallest whine, gathering your attention.

You peek, “Hm? What is it?” you shuffle to lean up a bit, hand ruffling through the fur atop his tiny head, “Hungry? You already ate though..” you hum, and he closes his eyes. Guess he was just tired. You hope he doesn’t have some sort of sickness, but you had him checked at the vet already, despite how uncomfortable he looked afterward— it was all clear. 

You pick his sleepy body up and lay him next to you, the both of you letting out big yawns as you plug your phone in for the night. It’s dark now, soft pattering on the window from the rain, in the background echoes thunder. Your puppy curls up into your neck, soft snores exiting from his tiny body as he snuggles, licking at his lips before effortlessly falling asleep. You fall asleep soon after. 

Snore… “Guh..” ….Snooore… “Grrgh..” … Growling?  

“Mmh.. you okay?” you ask without opening your eyes, ruffling his hair underneath your fingertips. Feels bigger than usual. Actually, a lot feels bigger. Bigger breathing against your neck, big.. Hands.. Lay against your waist, promptly squeezing whenever you wiggle.

You finally peel your eyes open.

You’re met with a stranger’s face who is sleeping soundly in front of you, dog ears twitching on his head as he snores, before baring his fangs in a tiny growl. You shriek. Rolling backwards off the bed with a loud slam which wakes the man up as he lets out a gruff… bark? 

“Who the hell are you?! Get out of my house!!” you scream, scrambling for something to throw at him as he tilts his head.

“Whuh?” he shakes his head before scratching behind his ear with a hand with dark red claws, fur crawling up his forearm, stopping at his elbow. He says your name and your eyes grow even wider, tears welling up in your eyes as you’re one thousand percent certain– you’re getting robbed and stalked and murdered and, and–

“What’s wrong..?” he says, crawling over to you, pawing at your arm as you’re frozen. 

“...Emre?” you whisper, like the name isn’t supposed to be his.

His ears perk up and his tail wags just slightly, laying flat on the bed, facing you with a more chiseled face you ever imagined the little puppy would have. What truly seals the deal is the two patches of white just beneath his ears. Emre leans his head down slightly, waiting for pets, like you usually do every time you both wake up.

You sink your hand into his shaggy hair, feeling him nuzzle up into your hand. He isn’t small though, so he pushes your hand up higher than ever before and you have to physically push down to keep it steady. 

“Get up.” he says, now leaning back on his back, getting back into bed and nuzzling his head into your pillow, rolling ‘cutely’ onto his back, waiting for belly rubs. You get up from the floor, sitting beside him now as he looks at you, waiting.

“You’re big now.” you say, before laughing slightly, disbelief settling in your bones. Emre tilts his head again, looking at his body, then back at you, like this is normal for him.

You place your hand on his stomach, rubbing just above the patch of hair that you refuse to look below. He smiles lightly, and you give him a vague look.

“You can just, go human? Like, that?” you ask, thinking this is a dream, because there’s no way your puppy just became a grown man, who looks like he was chiseled from stone and made from Aphrodite’s chosen men.

He pouts for a second, “I could always do this,” he starts, before he lets out such a big yawn– that you can’t stop your eyes from landing on his sharp canines, his lips crooked as he yawns.

“I just, don’t because you give me all the food I want,” he smiles, with his crooked smile again, and you can’t help but smile back this time. You figure, if this is a dream, you might as well show your dream Emre, that you can treat him well human or not.

“Well, Emre,” you start, rubbing quick circles on his belly which makes him tilt and wiggle, just like he’d usually do, “you need clothes if you wanna stay like this.” He makes a soft growl in protest to that, but you insist on putting this big man in some clothes!

It’s been a day or two since then, and you refuse to believe this isn’t a dream, despite sleeping twice since then. He still lays next to you in bed, nuzzled neatly into the crook of your neck as his hands squeeze at your waist. 

Honestly, it’s getting overwhelming, and fast. First off, you have a grown man who sits beside you all day, curled up next to your lap or by your legs. He acts like a straight dog! You’ve taught him to eat out from plates, and how to use silverware, but he prefers bowls. Human bowls of course, but still! Secondly, he refuses to wear anything beyond black boxers around the house. To make it worse, it’s not like you can let him go outside, because he hates wearing anything on his chest. 

You’re scared and nervous because, he was.. Is– one of those dogs who like to.. Hump things. He hasn’t done anything weird, but you’re nervous that he’ll wake you up by humping his clothed cock against your back, or your ass. Or maybe he’ll put it on your face? Grinding his big bulge against your face, as he whines for you to wake up and take good care of your dog like you’re supposed to? Or maybe you’re just insane.

Emre’s sitting infront your legs, your thighs sitting on his shoulders as you both sit watching TV. His head his leaning on your thigh as his tail whacks against the couch in a rhythm. ‘Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—’ 

“Whatcha wagging your tail for, Emre?” you ask and he turns to you with wide eyes, like he didn’t expect you to ask. He looks embarrassed, looking back at the TV, “You smell good..” he mumbles, the rhythm of his tail speeding up.

“Mmm? Is it my new soap?” you ask, sniffing yourself and he laughs.

“You’re ovulating.”

“Huh?”

He tilts his head back, until his hair tickles your tummy, “I said,” he breathes through his nose for at least four seconds, “You’re ovulating.” 

His tail is whacking against the couch harder than before, and you forget what show you two were even watching. Maybe that’s why you keep thinking about him humping his dick on you, or maybe you’re just perverted, which is still possible. 

“I, I am?” you question and he just nods, “Mhm, it smells.. Really good.” he squints for a second, running his hand up your leg, as he leans his head over to sniff against your skin. You watch as he turns his body to face you now, nuzzling his nose against your thigh, and sniffing a long line up to your panty-clad pussy. He sniffs loud. 

You just watch as your breathing picks up, feeling your pussy quiver as he sucks in more air through his nose, his tail wagging so hard there’s a soft ‘whoosh’ noise accompanying it. 

“Emre– cut it out, you’re being bad!” you finally shout out at him, but he doesn’t budge like he usually does. He pushes further, nudging his nose against your pussy despite your hand pushing at his forehead.

You swat at his head a few times and he finally backs up, looking up at you with panicked eyes as his tail lowers. 

“What’s going on with you, Emre? You need to listen, okay?”

He just nods, still eyeing in between your legs as he places both hands on his…bulge.

You stare at him for a few seconds before he chooses to awkwardly stand up, his big body semi-hunched over as he breathes heavily, eyeing anything that isn’t you. 

“I’m.. sleepy.” he says, and even to you it sounds like he’s unsure and he quickly retreats. He goes to nap in the bathroom for some reason, but hey, dogs are dogs. 

You groan for a second, shutting your legs tightly, “Ugh..” you feel disgusting. Violated. But not in the bad way, like getting sniffed by Emre was actually the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You hate it. You drag yourself into your bedroom, not bothering to shut the TV off, you just lie in bed. 

You writhe for a few seconds, praying that stupid heat between your legs goes away but it doesn’t. It stays, and it tingles inside you. He was definitely right– this is either you ovulating, or you being so horny from a dog.. Hybrid sniffing you that you could easily go and fuck the shit out of him right now.

But you don’t, because you’re lady-like, and ladies don’t fuck their.. Half-human dogs. Ladies stuff their hands into their panties and fuck themselves stupid on their own hands though. Ladies might even whisper the name of their half-human dogs as they cum, you know.

That’s lady-like. 

You stay in your room all day, wondering when Emre would return. Not that you’re brave enough to go grab him yourself because you just masturbated your brain loose all because he sniffed your pussy.

In fact, you’re a bit thankful he doesn’t show up. Although, you start getting concerned when you’re laying in bed at his usual bed time, and he doesn’t show up. He doesn’t climb into your bed and shove his head into your chest, and he doesn’t hold onto you like you’re going to disappear in the morning– because he doesn’t show up.

Unfortunately for you, having him there is really comfortable, and having him not there feels awfully wrong. So you get up, out of bed, and walk to the bathroom. You’re nervous to see him, worried somehow he’s going to smell your pussy on your hand or something.

You really forgot dogs have great sense of smell, and that’s your fault but still, he shouldn’t have done that and neither should you have. You’re about to knock before you hear gruff growls coming from the bathroom, muffled. There’s something else too, something that sounds wet– and fast. 

It’s been a few hours, and you’re worried about him. 

He sounds hurt, soft whines coming from behind the door as he lets out half growls and soft whimpers. You opt for turning the door knob and opening the door.

You honestly don’t know why you did that.

You find him biting onto your towel as he nuzzles his head against the wall, his arm hooking his tail into his side as he fucks into his fist, cum dripping from his tip and adding onto the large puddle on the floor. There’s drool connecting his teeth to the towel, and he doesn’t even notice you’re there. He looks in pain, his hips thrusting wildly into his fist all the while he cums for whatever time this is.

“...Emre..?” you politely ask, and he looks at you before abruptly stopping, his hand shaking as he bites down harder on the towel, sniffing the air like a wild beast. You step closer, cautiously, reaching out to pet his head since that always calms him down.

He’s breathing so heavy, his body shaking as his tail vibrates despite him holding it down. He growls deeply, it rumbles through his chest and up his throat as he bares his teeth at you. 

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I wanna help– are you okay..?” you ask, trying your hardest to ignore the most obvious cum pond he formed on the floor in front of him, even the wall has some splattered on it– his cock still dripping.

He leans closer, his ears flattening against his head before wildly twitching when your hand touches his head.

“God.. what should I do..?” you huff out and he steps closer, his boxers long forgotten as he tossed them in the sink. He groans as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, having to bend down to do so. His sticky hands are on your waist as he attempts to straddle your thighs– when that’s unsuccessful he presses his cock against your stomach— and humps.

God. He’s humping you. He’s rubbing his dick against your stomach and smudging his cum all over you as you just stand there, the towel still between his teeth. 

“Emre..”

He whines, god he fucking whines at you.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, okay..?” you step back, and he holds tighter, growling louder. You run your hand through his hair, grabbing ahold of the towel in his mouth and he tugs back, you lightly tug and give him a stern look which in return makes him finally release it.

You toss it into the cum puddle, letting it soak it up, before you walk with Emre to the bedroom. You climb into the bed as he watches, his tail wagging behind him as his tongue lightly hangs out. He seems hesitant to climb into bed with you, although you tapping your pussy seemed to be enough for him to climb in bed. His tail thumps on the bed as he sits between your legs, reaching over your head to hold onto the headboard, nails digging against the wood.

“Smell so fucking good..” he growls out, rubbing his cock against your stomach, heavy balls resting on your clothed cunt. He thrusts slow at first before speeding his hips up, his cock swollen at the base as he fucks his cock against your stomach, dripping with pre cum already.

“Really?” you ask, grabbing the sides of your boobs and pressing them together which earns you a loud groan from him, feeling his hips stutter.

You’re honestly shocked by how fast he cums, shooting it all over your stomach and even hitting your chin as he continues to rut his cock against you. He cums with a long whimper that breaks into a longer growl, his eyes twitching and his tail stuttering as well.

He leans down closer to your face, licking at your cheek as he white knuckles the headboard, “Ghh,,” he starts, teeth grazing your face as he licks you harder, “I wanna— knot you..” he whispers against your skin, causing you to shudder.

“Is, is that like– safe?--” you stutter out and he doesn’t respond, just reaches down to your clothes with his two hands and rips them clean in half. You don’t even feel it honestly, it doesn’t shake you or anything, he just rips your clothes in half, leaving you naked on the bed.

He snickers, “..Sorry.” he says, giving you another lick before rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your clit, “I would buy you new ones, but unfortunately– dogs can’t work,” he chuckles out, nuzzling his forehead against yours. You sigh loudly, “I will be making this dog work,” you mumble before he presses his lips against your’s. 

It feels nice. Nicer than you ever imagined, his lips are soft— a bit rough, but still soft enough that you sink into it. You moan into the kiss and he reciprocates, letting his tongue run sloppily over your lips, panting against your skin as he ruts messily into your clit.

“Just put it in—” you whine against him, hooking your arms around his neck. He nods, reaching down to push the head of his cock against your entrance. Your hole twitches around nothing, tiny bubbles of your essence running along his shaft. He exhales through his nose for a few seconds before pushing his hips forward, his eyes watching closely. 

He watches your cunt swallow his cock, stretching to accommodate his size, leaking strings of clear ooze against him. Your pussy swallows him all the way to his knot, struggling to take him any further.

He lets out a low growl, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he attempts to steady himself, white-knuckling the headboard.

“You're so tight—” he hisses out, and you shake your head— “Nuh..mmhh.. it's just cause you're big.” you huff out, leaning your head back into the pillows as you hook your legs around his waist.

Emre digs his nails into the wood, tensing up his abdomen as he tries not to be a quickshot. He pulls his hips back, slowly. You let out a long moan, shushing yourself as you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

He fucks his cock back into you, his knot rubbing against your clit as the wind gets knocked out of you. He stays like that for a few seconds, feeling your cunt convulse around him before he picks up the pace. Roughly fucking his cock against your cervix, molding your velvet walls into the perfect mold of his cock. 

You hiss, scratch— do anything to keep the noise down. He notices, scrunches up his nose before leaning down and running his tongue against your jaw before biting down just above your pulse, causing you to yelp— moans finally spilling from your gorgeous mouth.

“Don't— ngh.. fuck— Don't be quiet—”

He says roughly, grinding his cock against you before planting one of his feet against the bed, driving his cock into you at a better angle. It feels good, too good— you're aware of your climax coming sooner than you thought, but you don't try to fight it away.

You let out broken whines and strings of curses as you try to announce that your about to cum, only to feel him fuck you harder. Bruising your insides, making your body curl in on itself as you spasm around him and he shudders.

“Cumming? Good, fuck— so fucking good— oh my— god!” he groans out, gritting his teeth together as he mindlessly slams his fist against the wall. 

Time slows. He lets out a particularly loud grunt, one of his eyes twitching shut as his hips slam against your's— balls twitching against your ass. 

Your eyes widen as your cunt squirts against his pelvis, feeling your pussy become fuller and fuller the longer he stays still, trying his hardest to rock his cock deeper and deeper. You eye his pelvis, pubes stuck to yours.

He just, knotted you. 

He's babbling atop of you, his eyes shut tightly as he grinds his fist into the wall, his other hand squeezing the wood so hard it nearly cracks under the pressure.

“Get fuck— fucking— pregnant,” he grins his crooked grin, fucking himself stupid in your cunt.

“Gonna get you so full of my pups— never gonna stop..” he huffs out, ears twitching as his tail vibrates against your leg, matching the twitches of his ears.

You push against his chest and he doesn't budge, emptying his entire load inside. Some of his cum slips past his knot and slobbers down your ass onto the sheets. 

You stay like that for a few minutes, your overstimulated pussy milking him until you inevitably convince him to pull out, and he listens. He pulls out slowly, watching your cunt stretch around his knot, globs of cum dripping out despite his still hard cock filling you up. Once he pulls out, your cunt releases a tiny trickle of squirt, getting mixed in with the excessive amount of cum he released inside of you. 

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—

His tail wags loudly, as he still smiles his crooked smile, cock standing proud between his legs as he pants, “Can we go again?” he asks, curling up on top of you. He frowns when you shake your head ‘no’, you let out a deep sigh, “Later.. gimme a break, ‘kay?” you mumble, eyes heavy with sleep.

He lets out one whine before nuzzling into your neck, crushing you with his weight, “...Okayy..” he whispers against you, curling into your body as you use him as a weighted blanket, taking a much needed nap.

Maybe you were more of a dog person, overall.

a / n : :3c , should i make this a series? whats yalls thoughts! pls comment ^^ !!