Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Breeding, Dom/sub, Trans Male Reader, Trans Male Character, FTM Reader, omega!reader, Bottom!Reader, sub!Reader, First Time, Alpha!WonderWoman, Top!WonderWoman, Dom!WonderWoman, thigh riding, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Missionary Position, Pheromones, Scent Kink
Word Count: 2,738
“I’ve never seen it this bad before.” Doctor Midnight plucks the thermometer from your mouth and sets it on the countertop. “It could be because you’ve never been mated, most people your age have.”
“I’ll be fine.” You grumble brushing him off when he tries to hand you a water bottle.
“Repressed heats can have long term health effects. I could have Superman call Diana back from-”
“No.” You cut him off. “Don’t call Diana.” At the mention of the woman the ache in your core only grows. Your own pheromones fill the air, if Doctor Midnight was an alpha he’d be having a hard time controlling himself. Luckily for the both of you, he’s an omega as well.
“I know you’re not official but you’ve both been pinning after each other since you met. She is an alpha and she could help.” He says carefully.
“Don’t call her.” You hop down from his exam table and push past him to leave his lab.
He sighs. “At least, um,” his cheeks flush as he struggles to find the words. “Personal relief can help with discomfort.”
“So the great doctor's advice is to masturbate, perfect.” You say sarcastically before you push the doors open.
Your whole body’s on fire as you walk through the Hall of Justice towards your room. As you walk past the locker room, you can’t resist. You just need something of hers.
It’s not stealing, your heat muddled brain tells you, you’ll give it back. You just need her scent. You find a bag of civilian clothes she left to change into and steal the shirt. You quickly make your way to your room and lock the door behind you.
You burrow yourself in your bed, using Diana’s shirt as a pillow under your chin. You can smell her on it still and it urges your hand down your body and into the top of your pants.
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Some hours of fitful sleep unable to find relief later a knock at your door disturbs you.
“Go away.” You say.
“Are you alright? It’s the middle of the day.” At the sound of Diana’s voice a groan slips past your lips.
“Go away.” You say again. In the condition you’re in, you wouldn’t survive being in a room with her right now. Your face is flushed and a sheen of sweat covers your skin.
“Let me in. I want to make sure you’re okay.” Her concern is evident. If Midnight really hadn’t told her she wouldn’t know what’s wrong and that her presence is only making it worse.
“I’m fine. Leave.” You bite out.
For a moment there’s silence, then the sound of your door unlocking. Then she fills the room, not literally of course, but it feels like it. Your senses are overwhelmed as the door shuts behind her and her pheromones fill the air.
“Oh.” She must smell you because her voice takes a different tone.
“I said go away.” You snarl tilting your head up to glare at her. Your heat makes you irritable and her being here increases your discomfort ten times over.
“You need help.” You can see the muscles in her jaw clenching. She’s almost equally overwhelmed by the smell of your heat and is barely able to restrain herself from crossing the room and taking you right now.
“Get out.” You growl this time, voice rising.
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t growl at me.” There’s a warning in her tone and you take notice of her arms flexing as she clenches her fists.
Just to make a point and because pushing her buttons is a pastime of yours, you growl again, baring your teeth at the alpha woman.
She crosses the room in a second, finding your ankle tangled in the bedsheets and yanking you out of your makeshift nest. Normally, she wouldn’t be so rough, but the pheromones in the room are calling to her baser instincts and she’s not going to let an omega, her omega although you haven’t made it official, growl at her.
She drags you to the end of the bed as you unsuccessfully try to shake her off. She releases you when your butt reaches the edge of the bed. Diana leans over you, staring down at you hard. She’s testing you, daring you, to challenge her again.
You won’t. At least not now, you couldn’t do anything against her in this position. The way she pulled you from the bed your legs parted and hers has slotted between them. You push your hips forward just enough to get pressure between your legs and moan. “Please.”
You grab onto her, desperate to feel her. You want her all over you.
With one hand she pins your hips to the bed. “We shouldn’t. You’re not thinking clearly.” Still barely holding onto her rationality.
The whine that leaves your throat is pathetic and the sound pushes Diana further from her restraint. You knew she was on the edge now, she just needed one more push. “Fine.” You spit out. “If you won’t have me, I'll just walk the halls like this, how long do you think till someone else pounces on me? There’s plenty of other alpha’s here.”
It’s Diana’s turn to growl now. Her nails dig into your hip harder and for a moment you think she’s going to shove you away but then she pulls you harder against her thigh and guides you to grind up and down.
You moan loudly at the relief. Even getting off on her thigh feels better than your own hand. You can feel her eyes burning into you.
“Are you sure you want this?” She asks, softer this time.
“Fuck yes,” you groan as your hips speed up. “I’ve wanted this since we met, but now I need it. Need you, please.”
She smiles before leaning down and hungrily smashing her lips against yours. Your fingers tangle in her hair as you pull her impossibly closer, accepting her tongue as she slides it into your mouth.
The sensation is almost too much. You only grind against her one more time before you cum in your boxers. You moan into her mouth as your hips spasm against her leg. As you slow down, Diana pulls away.
She cups your cheek before squeezing your jaw harshly. “For future reference, you’re going to ask for permission before you cum.” It’s not a question but you nod anyway.
“Good boy.” She coos as she slides her hand up your shirt before swiftly yanking it off. You work on sliding your ruined underwear down your legs as she stands up. “I’ll be right back.”
To your dismay she exits the room and leaves you alone once more. As you wait for her return, the ache between your legs returns and you're just reaching down to help yourself when Diana pushes the door open.
“No.” Is all she says as she sets an object down on your dresser and starts to remove her armor. A frustrated whine leaves your mouth, but you fall quiet as you realize what she brought. Female alpha’s aren’t born with dicks, so they make attachments for them to use to mate with their omegas.
Just from looking at it you can tell it’s one of the mystical ones that allows the user to feel everything and functions as a real penis would, knot and all.
You place your hands behind you on the bed watching her undress. She smirks when she finishes and catches you staring.
“Come here.” She leans against the wall and gestures for you to stand before her. You practically scramble from the bed to reach her but she stops you at arms length. “Down on your knees.”
Wordlessly, you sink down in front of her. “Make me feel good.” She spreads her legs, allowing you access between which you hungrily take. You lap at her, earning moans and a hand in your hair pulling you deeper.
You bury yourself in her pussy, latching onto her clit and flicking it with your tongue. She moans, “good boy, just like that.” The praise shoots straight through you making your arousal drip onto the floor.
Without stopping you sneak a hand between your legs and stroke your own clit. You moan against her without thinking, catching the amazon’s attention.
“I said no.” She growls and quickly grabs your arm. You’re helpless as Diana wrestles both your wrists up and yanks your hands forward so they’re pressed against the wall behind her. “If you try it again, I’m gonna bind your hands.”
You hum in response, the idea doesn’t sound totally unappealing. But at the moment you’re just hoping the faster you get her off the sooner she’ll let you cum again.
She grinds against your face as you hungrily eat her. Eventually, she takes control and grabs your head, fucking against your mouth as you continue trying to please her. “Just like that, I’m gonna cum.” She moans as her legs shake around your head. You continue your menstruations as her hips fuck into your mouth, until she stills.
She breathes deeply as you pull back, wiping your mouth. “Please.” You gasp up at her.
“Please what?” She teases back.
“Fuck me.” You beg. Pouting up at her. “I need you so bad.”
“Get on the bed.” She nods her head towards it and you scramble back to your nest. Heavy anticipation settles over you as you watch her fasten the strap onto her hips.
You have to resist the urge to reach between your legs again as she walks back towards you. The bed dips as she climbs next to you.
Diana leans over and places soft kissing along your neck as she guides you to lean back. She situates herself between your legs and pushes them apart with her knees.
You push your hips forward, the desire for her to be inside you only increasing the closer she gets. “Patience.” She chuckles as you wiggle underneath her.
“Please. It hurts.” You whine.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” She asks, looking at you for confirmation. When you nod she positions her strap between your legs. She guides the head to your entrance and slowly inches forward.
You both moan as she sinks inside you. You feel your walls stretch out to accommodate her and wince slightly at the pain. She pushes further and instinctively your hand reaches out to push against her abs.
“Come on pretty boy, you can take it.” She breathes down at you, but still she waits until you drop your hand to keep going.
When she finally buries her length fully inside you up to the top of her knot, she mumbles a string of words in Greek you can tell are curses despite not truly understanding the language.
You watch her chest heave as her eyes squeeze shut. “Who can’t take it now, princess?” You choke out the tease.
Diana’s blue eyes flash open and she speaks through gritted teeth. “You feel very good, but I was giving you time to adjust.”
Her being inside you grants you relief enough you are emboldened to taunt her further. “Don’t be embarrassed I just never would’ve guessed Wonder Woman is a one pump chump.”
She growls then, not like anything you’ve ever heard from her and it has you thinking maybe you went too far as she pulls entirely out of you. There’s only a second to feel the emptiness inside you before she slams her hips forward, burying herself all the way inside you again.
You gasp as you’re opened up all the way again and push against her stomach.
“Nu uh,” she tuts and catches your wrists as she pulls out of you again. “This is what you wanted, so take it.” She slams forward again and you moan at her roughness.
She pins your wrists down as she thrusts in and out without mercy. You bite the inside of your cheek to stifle your cries and moans as she has her way with you but she tuts again. “Don’t do that, let me hear you.”
Diana repositions your wrists to hold them both down with one hand and uses the other to reach between your bodies as she fucks you. She strokes your clit as she pounds into you earning wanton moans from you.
“I’m gonna-” You moan as your hips grind up into her.
“I made it clear what needs to happen, didn't I?” Diana growls, but doesn’t alter her pace.
“Fuck, please, let me cum.” You plead, not knowing how long you can hold off with the way she’s fucking you.
“Good boy, go ahead and cum on my cock.” She praises as she relentlessly fucks you.
Your body spasms as you cum around her cock. She slows down her pace as she helps you through it. Eventually you still, only the occasional leg twitch wracking your body.
Diana watches intently, waiting for your breathing to calm down before pushing into you again. You’re both helpless to instinct now, her desire to breed you forcing her hips to slam into you harder and harder.
You can’t do anything but take it as she thrusts forward. Experimentally, you clench around her, earning a moan from her. There’s only one way for this heat to end and you both know exactly what you want and need from her. But you can tell she’s holding back.
“Please, Diana, you need to breed me.” You pant. The strap inside you twitches at your words but Diana slows her pace.
She shakes her head. “Can’t. We’re not mates officially.”
“Then mate me, please.” You groan, willing her hips to thrust forward again.
“Are you sure?” She asks, watching your face. “This isn’t just because of your heat?”
“Yes. I’m sure I've wanted this for years, please Diana. Mate me.” You say, meeting her gaze begging her to trust your judgment.
Her grip on your wrists tighten as she starts fucking you again. It’s different this time, harder, rougher, this time she fucking with the purpose of breeding.
As she drops her head to your neck, you tilt your head to the side giving her access to your scent glands. You know what’s coming but still hiss as she sinks her teeth into the sensitive spot.
The action makes you clench around her harder and she loses it as she slams her hips forward one final time and forces her thick knot inside you. The stretch along with the feeling of the first drops of her cum spilling inside you has you cumming again. You spasm around her, milking her cock, as she shoots her load inside you.
You both groan against each other as you come down from your orgasms. She pants as she licks at the bloody mark on your shoulder.
“You mated me.” You say.
“In more ways than one.” She presses a kiss to your lips. “Speaking of, I can’t pull out yet, we’ll have to wait.”
“It feels good.” You admit. She’s entirely filled you up and the feeling has put your heat at bay. “But um, this won’t get me pregnant, will it?”
“No, it won’t. It’s possible with a different kind of spell, but not with this one.” She says gently.
“Thank you, for helping me.” You mumble.
“I won’t say I didn’t get anything out of it.” She chuckles, “but you’re welcome.” She brushes your hair from your face. “Will you mark me?”
When you nod, she holds out her hand. The common spot for alpha’s to get marked as opposed to omega’s being marked primarily on their necks. Gently, but firm enough to mark effectively you sink your teeth into her skin.
When you feel the metallic tang of her blood you unclench your jaw and swipe your tongue over the teeth marks. She hums happily as she examines the mark on her hand.
She shifts on the bed and you wince as it pulls at her knot still swelled inside you.
“Sorry, I’m gonna get on my side.” She maneuvers the two of you as carefully as possible to lay on your sides face to face.
“Get some rest.” She runs her fingers through your hair soothingly.
Your eyes drop heavily as you rest your head against her chest. You can’t go anywhere with her still trapped inside you, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
Hi! Is it okay to ask for a Riddler, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Poison Ivy with a trans man S/O fluff/comfort who is an anti-hero please? IHave a good day :)
Nothing made you more pissed off and aggressive than anyone demeaning your masculinity. Rightfully so, it was a sore subject. Many used it as a way to get to you and it was your partner who had to pick up the pieces.
The Riddler: You kicked at the floor under your desk. "You going to tell me what has you sulking or are you determined to put hole in my carpet with your foot?" Edward asked you. "I try to do good things right?" You asked. He was quick to respond. "Yes and its very annoying because you end up in my way. Why?" "Well im considering just ending the whole 'doing good' thing and moving straight to murder on sight- no second chances." Edward narrowed his gaze. "If only I could believe that but I'll ask why?" You huffed. "Because of snarky comments along the lines of me not being a real man." You spat. There was a moment of silence. "Did you kill them?" Edward asked. "No." You replied. "Then you're a better man than me." Edward retorted. You turned to look at him. "What did you just-?" "You heard me." He replied. "You know I don't like repeating myself." Despite his harsh tone, he walked towards you and put his hand over yours, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. "Don't let those mouth breathers out there make you think you're anything less than you are. You are worth more than they ever could be."
Catwoman: "Hey handsome." She didn't receive a response. That was her first hint something was wrong. "Bad day?" She asked lightly as she sauntered further into the room. "Something like that." You grumbled. "You know, I like you all moody and attractive but only when im not concerned something is wrong." She turned you to look at her. "Would you like me more if I was a man?" You muttered coldly. There it is. She knew immediately what had happened. She wouldnt let you doubt, not even for a second. Selina cupped your face, making you look at her. She shook her head with a small smile. Borderline giving the impression that she was laughing at you. However before you could pull away from her firm grip, she spoke and her words told you otherwise. "But you are." She said simply before kissing you.
Harley Quinn: "Hi pretty boy!" She grinned at you. You huffed. "Uh oh, someones Mr grumpy-pants!" She sang. "Not in the mood, Harls." You sighed. "Did something happen?" "Nothing out of the usual." Harley's nostrils flared. "More stupid remarks?" She asked. You hummed again. "You bet." After a moment, she skipped forward. Harley climbed onto your lap, wrapping her hands around your neck, leaning closer to you. "You're my pretty boy and I'll kill anyone who tells you otherwise. Got it?" You slowly nodded and she pressed another kiss to your cheek. She smiled and rubbed away the slight lipstick mark on your face. "Now give me names." She reached for a nearby notepad and pen on the desk. "Now."
Two-Face: You were angrily grumbling to yourself which got Two-Face's attention. "Everything okay?" Harvey asked. "The next shitty comment I get about my identity. I'm just putting a bullet through them once im done kicking their fucking teeth down their throat." You snapped. "What was said?" Harvey asked. "That im crazy if i think i could ever be a man." "Scum." Harvey replied gruffly. "I could deal with him if you want." You paused. "I can handle him but I absolutely wouldn't mind your help." "Hell yeah." Harv smirked. "Gotta clean up the streets some way, right?"
Poison Ivy: You came back to Ivy ranting and raving. Whilst you sounded livid, she knew it was coming from a place of hurt and insecurity. She listened to you. Waiting for you to get it all out before speaking in a soothing voice. "Their idea of a man was always rather flawed." She said as she ran a thumb over a leaf. "Naturally, the blind could see you better than such characters. They hardly amount to any opinion of value." She sauntered over to you, lifting your chin up. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are above everyone in this city. I know you are. I see it in you. You are nothing short of a wonderful man."
pspspspsp ive come for another self indulgent request
a fic with g0z and a trans male reader who has bad body dysmorphia with their feminine features n s/h scars ??
ive been feeling pretty shitty today n just needed this :] ty
-yippee anon
of course of course!!
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g0z x transmale! reader
tw/ body dysmorphia
You frowned softly as you stared in the mirror, tugging at your face gently. No beard had been growing in, and you still hated your hips- you hated everything about your feminine body and stupid scars.
"honey?" g0z's sweet voice echoed through your clouded thoughts, resting a hand gently on your shoulder.
"I brought us almonds and orange juice." he cooed softly, resting the small glass bowel and cups down before swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist.
"how's my amazing boyfriend? The most manliest man, that I could ever date!"' he giggled, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.
Your sobbing softened down, chuckling. "hello, g0z"
Grabbing your hand, he gently pressed it to his mouth and kissed it.
"no bad thoughts, grrr. go away bad thoughts." g0z cooed into your palm sweetly.
You laughed, shaking your head. "stopp that,"
"never! until the mean thoughts leave" he argued back playfully.
Tears escaped your eyes as you gently laid your head on his.
"what would I do without you?" you giggled, wrapping your arms around him.
He shrugged, giggling. "find someone who's less cooler then me!"
Summary: Y/N and Rosé had decided to announce their relationship, but they were gonna be extra about it.
Requested? ☑
"I remember it all too well."
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It was the final part of Y/N's concert and while he's used to the feeling of thousands of eyes on him, what's going to follow was something that made him extremely nervous, which says a lot. Especially when he was counting on the audience for his plan to work.
At the start of his career, he had announced that he was a Transgender man on all of his social media platforms. An action that took a lot of guts, and and an action that drew a lot of attention to him. At the rising point of his career when he was questioned about it in an interview, his answer was something that made him well known figure within the industry.
"Now Y/N at the very beginning of your career, you told the world that you were a trans man. That must've taken extreme bravery on your part seeing as those people who are against your community- The LGBT community, can be downright nasty and ruthless in 'Expressing' their dislike. What mae you decide to do this so early on in your time in the spotlight?"
Y/N smiles in his seat, switching from a laid back posture to one that elegantly demands attention, his next words being the ones that made him an icon amongst allies and LGBT people alike. "I am an advocate of LGBT rights before I am an artist, at the very start of my career I wanted to make it clear that I didn't want bigots to be a part of my following or an avid listener of my music and while I'm a man who values my privacy, I value honesty and transparency just as much. So if you're someone who believes that transgender people are just 'Confused' or that they're a 'Crime' against nature? Then go ahead and consider me your worst nightmare."
Y/N had been sitting on a chair for quite a few moments now, holding a Q&A onstage before he stands up and decides to follow through with the first part of his plan. "Alright, now today's intermission, I'm going to do a cover of my most favorite song called 'Somebody Else by The 1975'. Oh and don't worry you guys, the Q&A will still continue after this cover." The stadium fills with loud screams and cheers from the people watching as he places his mic back on its stand and goes to pick up his electric guitar. The lights dim into a sunset red as the opening notes of the music fill out through the speakers, Y/N starts singing and playing his guitar as the crowd claps along to the beat.
At the start of the second verse, Y/N takes off his guitar and takes the mic off of the stand, walking back to the guitar stand, he puts the instrument down before walking back to the front of the stage and hyping the people up to sing along with him in the pre-chorus. The entrance platform that had sunk back down starts rising as a distinctly feminine voice fills the stadium at the start of the chorus. Y/N smiles widely as the stage screens show Rosé walking towards him, offering her hand. He takes it and raises their hands up, leading the Blackpink member into a twirl, the crowd has gone wild at this point and the duo are pretty sure that somebody or multiple people in the audiences are Blinks seeing the way they've started chanting Rosé's name even without Y/N introducing her beforehand.
The bridge part comes along and the two singers alternate their lines. When the instrumental hits, Rosé takes his hands and starts dancing along to the beat, dorkily smiling and roping the man into dancing along. When the final chorus comes, Y/N and Rosé sing together, motioning for the crowd to sing along and the stadium fills with the sounds of music and the combined voices of a chanting crowd.
The song comes to an end with loud cheers for the two vocalists who are now smiling widely while catching their breaths. Y/N offers his hand to Rosé and when she takes it, the two raise their hands and perform a bow. He lets go of her hand once they've come up from the bow, turning to face her before speaking. "May I introduce, Park Chaeyoung of Blackpink everyone."
The woman in question laughs, shaking her head before going to bow once again and waving to the crowd with both hands, Y/N decides to push his luck. "Also known as Rosé of Blackpink, or Rosie, or Foodsé, or Chipm-" He runs as she jokingly tries to swat at his shoulder.
The cheers continue and the two laugh with each other before Rosè speaks to the crowd. "So how did you guys like our cover?" She's answered with loud cheers and Y/N's manager signals at the two from behind the curtain, raising both his hands up. 10 minutes left, Y/N nods at him and smiles while Rosé turns her attention back to the crowd, he gives the singers a thumbs up with a dorky smile before taking his leave. Y/N shakes his head in humor.
"I'm pretty sure I'm speaking for both me and Y/N over here when I say that we're happy to see you guys loved it." Y/N turns to Rosé to agree with her statement. Y/N speaks into the mic saying that he and Rosé will spend the last ten minutes of the concert for the Q&A. The following minutes fly by with questions aimed at Y/N, questions aimed at Rosé as well as questions aimed at both come in droves, until Y/N announce that the next question will be the last one before the event comes to an end and they have to start saying goodbye. Multiple people raise their hand, and he leaves it up to Rosé to pick who gets to ask the final question. She gives her mic to a girl in the front row, and the girl states her question.
"How did you come up with the idea to have Rosé make a special appearance for a cover? Going by your latest Instagram posts before this album dropped, it seemed like you guys were writing songs together. So we were really hyped for a collab." The fan hands the mic back to Rosé who smiles at Y/N as he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come next. The Western singer brings his mic up to his lips to answer.
"There's a pretty good reason for this cover actually. 'Somebody Else' is a song that holds special meaning for the both of us, besides being our favorite song." Y/N motion for Rosé to take the lead, and she steps closer to him before speaking. "There was a point in me and Y/N's life that we didn't know where we stood. It a point we could sort of compare to the kid's game: Tag." She looks over to the man beside her, silently asking if he wants to back out of it. Instead Y/N takes her hand, interlocks their fingers and squeezes. Go on, I'm ready.
"Long story short is that I was hung up and broken hearted over this person and he was hung up over me." Collective gasps resound through out the stadium. After all, the only thing they know about you and Rosé relationship up until this point was that she was helping you write songs. You bring your mic up to your lips and speak. "The pictures on my Instagram of her looking at the lyrics I wrote? That wasn't Rosé helping me write. That was Chaeyoung reading what I wrote about her." The crowd goes crazy over the newfound information, and Y/N's pretty sure that they miss the way he referred to her using her real name instead of her stage name. But Chaeyoung catches onto it and she smiles softly at the man.
"I can't even begin to describe how thankful I am to Y/N by the way. Staying up countless nights and listening to me ramble on about being torn up, being there for me in every single way, helping me heal and doing all of this without expecting anything in return. Such a gentleman really." The crowd collectively 'Awwwwws' and Y/N hangs his head low, hiding his blush from everyone, Rosé laughs as Y/N looks at the ceiling, composing himself before speaking.
"I would never expect anything in return from you and you don't have to thank me either, I was just doing what a friend would've done at a time like that. Anyways, I stuck by her in those times all while all I could think of afterwards was how stupid the person who broke her heart was, all while I wished I was the one she had ended up with instead of them. I never even hinted at how I felt about her in those times, much less actually tell her. I promised myself I wouldn't tell her how I felt until the time was right. I didn't want her to feel guilty or pressured at all by what I had to say." Y/N looks from the crowd infront of him to Rosé before continuing "Time passed and her heartbreak had healed. But she still wasn't ready for a relationship for a while after that whole ordeal, so I kept my promise and I waited."
"When I had told my members and Y/N that I was finally ready for another relationship- That like, I was completely okay. Y/N decided to court me instead of asking me outright to be his girlfriend. Can you believe this sap?" The crowd laughs with Rosé as Y/N's jaw hits the floor, he walks away from Rosé and heads to the other side of the stage. He crouches and points to Rosé "I was being noble, chivalrous and mind you I was trying to prove that I was boyfriend material! Then she goes and calls me a sap?! I can't believe this..." Y/N lowers the mic and shakes his head in mock disbelief. Rosé doubles over in laughter before walking over to him and resting her free hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm calling you a sap because you are one. But it worked out didn't it?" She looks down at Y/N before continuing. "I gladly said yes." The crowd goes crazy, people cheering, some were jumping, and the others were speechless.
Y/N smiles, a full smile from ear to ear as he takes Chaeyoung's hand on his shoulder to bring it to his lips. "Yeah, yeah it worked out well in the end didn't it?"
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A/N: Damn writing in 3rd person is a TASK. I might never do it again, I hope this was good enough? I'm not too sure about the ending but I liked the idea of them announcing their relationship infront of a crowd instead of doing it via a social media post. So yeah.
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Summary: MCR is supposed to play a show on TV, but the moderator does not the Readers pronouns; no need to say the band is not happy about that.
Reader: trans!male (y/c/n) = your chosen name
Warnings: insecurity, transphobia, Frank smoking (if anyone has a problem with that)
Word count: 1 205
A/N: I’m gonna say it upfront: I don’t know a lot about the problems trans people have to face, so I’m orientating myself at the things my nb best friend tells me. If you feel like I’m being offensive or wrong or whatever, please let me know immediately since this is not my intention and I just don’t know any better. Thank you!
“But with all due respect, that’s bullshit!”
“Wanna know what’s bullshit? The stuff that leaves your mouth.”
Wide eyed you watched the exchange that happened right in front of you. It was supposed to be a TV performance, just one in a row of live performances you had played during the past couple of months. With the success of the new MCR album “The Black Parade”, the band had been flooded with a ton of requests, and it had gotten to the point where it felt like you were playing more shows in TV studios than in venues in front of a dancing audience. But in all the times you had been invited onto a show, something like this had never happened.
Admittedly, you had swallowed down a couple of comments of people misgendering you, mostly because your friends had been quicker to correct the people, and you had not wanted to make a drama out of it. Then the studio had used your dead name on the name tag, which you had taken the liberty to correct by crossing your birth-name out, and scribbling your chosen name over it.
And then Ray had picked up on the moderator wanting to introduce you by your dead name. Of course he had already tried talking to the man who was dressed in an awful, aubergine coloured suit, but to no avail. So he had headed back to the band, nervously telling everyone what was going on.
You were slightly taken aback, having thought the other stuff had just been thoughtless mistakes. But now that the moderator had officially been told that it was wrong, and still refused to change it- that made you feel sick.
Some part of you wanted to tell the guys to leave it alone. You always felt like you only caused trouble and problems anyway, so you really did not want them to get into a discussion because of your identity, but then again you knew that many kids, and not even kids, adults too, people of different age groups, who felt so different from the body they had to live with, so different from the role society had given them, would watch. These people looked up to you, some of them transgender, like you, some just outsiders, who were trying to come to terms with the thought that it was okay to be your true self.
And if you allowed these people on the show to introduce you with your dead name, to use the wrong pronouns, to treat you like the person you had never been, then you would let down all these people. By now you got mails and letters on a daily basis, telling you how much your courage had inspired people to be themselves, to stand up for themselves. You had to stay true to these people.
So you did not protest when Gerard and Frank had stormed out of the changing room to talk to the moderator again. What amused you slightly, even in this stupid situation, was that Mikey was even ahead of the two hot-heads.
“You okay?”
Ray had stayed behind, shooting you a worried glance.
“Yeah, just wish it wouldn’t always be me who causes these problems,” you admitted.
“You’re not causing the problems, these people are,” Ray reminded you, and gave you a pat on the shoulder.
“I’m trying to remind myself of that,” you told him, and he grinned encouragingly.
“Let’s see where the others ran off to, before they destroy the studio or something.”
Following Ray, you soon found your band mates. They were in a heated discussion with the moderator, the director and the producer.
“His name is (y/c/n), is that clear now?”
You had never heard Mikey raise his voice before. And admittedly, it was pretty impressive. You quickly took a mental note never to get on Mikey’s bad side; not that you had planned to, but just to be sure.
“But with all due respect, that’s bullshit!” The director was beet red in the face.
“Wanna know what’s bullshit? The stuff that leaves your mouth.”
Of course it was Frank who had responded the fasted, making you shake your head, and you would almost have smiled had you forgotten what they were fighting about.
“Listen man, in the end it’s really easy. Either you use his name that you have gotten in our manager’s notes, or you go and find yourself another band to play tonight.”
Gerard’s voice was calm and collected, but his hands were curled into fists, giving away how upset he was.
“Young man, I’m sure your manager would not approve-“
“Don’t ‘young man’ me,” Gerard interrupted, “and if you want to know our manager’s view on this, here is his number.”
Swiftly he had pulled out one of the business cards your manager had given each of you in case problems should arise.
“While you call him, we’re gonna wait outside,” Gerard decided, the band nodding approvingly.
“You know, making sure we got a cab ready to take us back to the hotel, where we’re gonna spend the evening playing dungeons and dragons instead of playing on your show.”
You had to bite your tongue in order not to laugh at Mikey’s salty comment.
Side by side with Ray, you walked back down the corridor to the changing rooms. The five of you grabbed your jackets and bags with street clothes. Right now it did not matter that you were already in costume. And your instruments were being taken care of by the techies.
Outside the air was cold, but for the first time since you had entered that building you felt like you were able to breath freely again.
“Can you believe this ignorance,” Frank sighed, lighting himself a cigarette.
“What a bunch of losers,” Ray agreed, stepping to the edge of the side walk to keep an eye out for a cab.
“Thanks for standing up for me,” you mumbled.
“Hey, dude, anytime, you know that,” reassuringly Mikey patted your back.
You nodded, and managed to give your four friends a grin.
“With you guys I don’t have to walk this world alone,” you chuckled.
“Did you really have to-“
“Oh god.”
“I hate you.”
“You’re the worst.”
You band mates collectively groaned at your reference, but all had fond smiled on their faces.
In that moment Gerard’s phone rang, and he quickly picked up. Listening to the voice on the other end, he nodded a couple of times.
“Sure thing – thanks - see you.”
“So?”
Curiously Frank looked over to Gerard.
“We can go home,” he nodded.
“Should I wave this cab over then,” Ray asked to make sure.
“Yes, he said we can go back to the hotel,” Gerard announced,
Relieved you nodded. Secretly you had been afraid that you would have to go back in there, and even if they stuck to your chosen name and your pronouns, it would still have made you uneasy.
Luckily the cab had seen Ray immediately, and pulled over. Frank threw his cigarette in the ashtray by the door, and together the five of you climbed into the car, once more with the knowledge that you could always rely on each other.
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Summary: Kitty steps up her normal bullying routine in the locker room after catching you with your pants down
Tags: Smut, Ftm!Reader, AFAB!reader, Bottom!Reader, sub!Reader, Bully!Kitty, Dom!Kitty, GP!Kitty, Top!Kitty, Power Imbalance, Rape/Non-con, Blackmail, Extortion, Threats, Slapping, Degradation, Self-Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Name-Calling, Humiliation, Ball Sucking, throatfucking, Tiny Dick Humiliation, Daddy Kink, Daddy! Kitty, filming during sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Tapes, Vaginal Sex, Objectification, Unwanted Creampie, Begging, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Denial, Deep throat, Cum Swallowing, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Frotting, Breeding Kink, all characters are 18+, MDNI
Word Count: 8489
You groan as you pull the top of your training suit over your head. Your ribs ache, and you wonder if Kitty actually broke one when she shoved you down in the danger room. It was a rough exercise already, involving a fake battle scenario on a mountainside, and then Kitty had come alone, like she always does and messed everything up for you.
You were doing fairly well, holding your own, but Kitty had “accidentally” tripped you at the same time she shoved you backwards with her hands, giving you no opportunity to catch yourself. You went down hard, falling about 10 feet and landing on the only slightly cushioned floor of the danger room.
Kitty hadn’t apologised, of course, just looked down at you with a satisfied grin and told you to get up and return to the fight. It took a long time to catch your breath, and instead of returning, you had slipped into the locker room, giving up your drive to train for the day. Not that you ever wanted to fight by Kitty’s side anyway. She was horrible to you, and you would rather hit her than defend her.
Not that you’ve ever had the balls to fight back against her. You just take every hit and insult she throws your way. You try not to give her a reaction, because when she notices some tears, or you accidentally whine at her to stop, she just taunts you even worse about it. She loves leaving bruises and marks, telling you that every time you see or feel them, you’ll remember you’re beneath her.
You know your ribs will ache for a few days, and every time they do, you’ll have to think about Kitty. And that is not what you want at all. You wince as you shove your training shorts down and throw them in your locker, slamming it shut with an angry growl. Kitty was just so frustrating, and you have no idea how to deal with her.
“Well, someone’s having a bad day.” You jump at her voice, turning quickly as she appears right through the row of lockers behind you.
“Get out of here.” You try to sound commanding, but it comes out like a weak plea. “You can’t be in here, Kitty.”
“Yeah?” She raises her eyebrows, walking towards you. You back up until your bare back presses against your locker. “You gonna make me leave?”
You clench your jaw; you’re not about to make her do anything. You shiver as her eyes trail down your bare chest and torso. “Nice boxers.” She snorts, and you cover your crotch, growing embarrassed.
“Oh, please,” She rolls her eyes, “Not like there’s anything there to cover.”
“That’s not true.” Your face burns as she grabs your wrists and yanks your hands away from your groin.
You fight her grip, trying to wrestle control of your arms from her, but she shoves both of them back behind you, phasing your hands into the lockers. “Stop being a little bitch.” She snaps and then smirks. “Or I’ll let go.”
You stop. Not because you like listening to her. Not because her threatening you made a little tingle of arousal shoot down your spine. Of course not that, you only listen because you don’t want half your arms to become a permanent part of the lockers.
“That’s what I thought.” Kitty pulls your arms back into the open air and then, without warning, yanks your boxers down to your knees. She smacks your arms back when you immediately try to recover.
She laughs, and your embarrassment only grows. “Oh yeah, look at that. I’m sure the girls love you. What do you have there? An inch?” You squeeze your legs together, trying to hide your tdick from her.
“Stop.” Your whine is pathetic, but you don’t care. “Leave me alone.”
“Aw, what’s wrong? It gets bigger when you’re hard, right? Or…” She looks back up at your eyes and cocks her head, “That is hard, isn’t it?” You shake your head, but she’s right: you can’t admit to yourself that Kitty being mean to you turns you on, but the arousal between your legs is undeniable.
“What would you even know about dick size, huh? Not like you’re that impressive.” You bite back.
Kitty smirks and steps back from you. She maintains eye contact as she slowly pulls down her waistband. Her pants and underwear drop to her ankles, and you can’t resist the pull of your eyes down. Your breath catches because, wow.
You stare at Kitty’s cock. She’s not even hard, half-hard maybe, but her cock still hangs down by her thigh. She’s big, definitely above average, and thick. “That’s what I thought. Never seen a real cock have you?”
You open your mouth to protest, but can’t find any words to defend yourself. You’re too stuck on her cock. “Totally fried your brain, didn’t I? Do you want to feel it?” She doesn’t wait for your response, just grabs your hand and yanks it to her crotch. Your brain wakes up as your fingers brush her cock.
You try to pull your hand away, but she snaps. “Touch it.” You keep trying to get out of her grip, but she corrects you with a quick fist to your lip. It’s not that hard; she’s certainly hit you harder, but it still makes your lip hurt, and you’re lucky when you don’t feel any splits in the skin. “Grab my cock, or I’ll hit you again.” She pins you to your locker with a forearm across your throat.
You can’t listen. Your eyes flick down, watching your hand as you reach out and wrap it around her shaft. Her cock is warm and heavy in your grip. Kitty sighs softly, and her cock twitches in your hand. “Jerk it.”
You hesitate; this is not the place for this. Anyone could walk through the locker room door at any time. And you don’t want to be caught giving Kitty a handjob. “Jerk me off.” She growls. “I’m sure you know how. Tried to jerk yourself off before, what do you use, huh? Two fingers?”
You ache at her taunts and squeeze your legs together harder. “Jerk me off or I’ll tell everyone just how little you’re packing, baby boy.” Her words are cruel, and you fight back the tears that threaten to well in your eyes.
But despite yourself, your hand starts to move. Kitty exhales deeply as you slowly stroke her. “Oh, there you go.” You move your hand down, feeling the tip of her cock, before going back to the base of her shaft. At the base, you feel the press of her balls against the top of your fingers; they’re warm, heavy against you and you think of what it must be like when she cums. Your thoughts swim with the idea of her shooting hot, sticky ropes on you or in you.
The pressure of her arm against your throat lessens, a reward for your compliance. “You like feeling my cock, don’t you?” She asks, voice dropping an octave, huskier in your ear. You shake your head, mustering your best glare to give her. “Well, maybe you’ll like tasting it more.” She moves away, giving you space and gesturing to the ground.
“No.” You glare at her. You are not sucking her off her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kitty says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Did I sound like I was asking? Get on your fucking knees.” She points at the ground with her feet.
“Kitty, no.” Your voice wavers as her frown deepens.
“Get on your knees, or I’ll drag you out into the training room and show everyone your pathetic excuse for a dick.” Her tone is deadly serious, and it’s hard to tell if she really means it or if she’s just trying to scare you, but you really don’t want to risk it. Kitty keeps glaring at you as you lower yourself down to your knees between her and the lockers.
She wastes no time once you’re down; she grabs the back of your head and forces your head forward. You pull back weakly as she shoves your face into her crotch. Her cock is hard against your face, and she literally rubs your nose in it. “Smell that? That’s a real cock.” You don’t risk opening your mouth to call her gross. You’re surrounded by her musky scent, the scent of sweat lingering from training.
She grabs her cock, lifting it up to slap it on your forehead. She presses her balls against your lips. Your nose is buried in the seam between her cock and sac, practically suffocating you in her. “Lick my nuts.” Kitty orders, one hand jerking her cock on your face and the other holding your head in place. “I know you’re dumb, but you know how to listen. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and lick my balls.” She pulls your hair to make her point and gives you a glare that you know contains a threat.
You open your mouth and slowly stick your tongue out. You cringe at the salty taste of her lingering sweat, but don’t dare pull away from her. You drag your tongue up her sac, before swirling around one side. You lick underneath her balls before going up the other side, fully circling them with your tongue.
You repeat the action the other way, before moving to lap at the seam between her nuts. Kitty groans above you, her hand moving rapidly on her cock as she jerks off above you. You want to get this over with, want to please her, and you don’t want to admit it, but you find yourself getting lost in it.
You rest your tongue underneath one of her heavy nuts and wrap your lips around it, sucking softly. “Oh, fuck-” Kitty groans. You suck a few times softly before switching to give the other fair treatment.
She yanks your head back without warning. You grunt in pain, mouth hanging open, but empty as she pulls you away. You shut it when she angles her cock towards you. She taps her cock on your shut lips, and you feel a wet smear of precum on your lips. Without thinking, you lick your lips, tasting the salty bit of her cum and just brushing the tip of her cock.
You quickly pull your tongue back and shut your mouth, refusing to allow her access even though you know that’s what she wants. She tells you a second later with a sharp tug of your hair, “Open your fucking mouth.” You shake your head, and her lips curl into a snarl. “Open your mouth and suck my cock or I swear I’ll phase it into your skull.”
You don’t think she’d do that. Kitty may be a total jerk and bully to you, but you don’t think she’d kill you, which you think phasing her cock into your brain would do. But you don’t want to antagonise her; you just want this nightmare to end. So your lips part, opening slowly to accept the head of her cock.
She doesn’t take her time shoving her cock inside. Kitty keeps a firm grip on your hair as she thrusts her hips forward, burying half her cock in your mouth. You choke, gagging when the head pushes against the back of your throat. “Yeah, gag on it.” She groans. You choke again, unable to do anything but what she says as she tries to push her cock deeper.
Kitty refuses to pull back, even as you slam your palms against her tense thighs, trying to push her back. “What?” She growls. “Too big for you? Bet you didn’t think cocks could grow this big with the pathetic excuse between your legs. Well, too bad, swallow it, whore.”
You look up at her with big eyes, silently pleading with her when you know full well your verbal pleas have never had any effect on her before. She stares down at you with a glare. “I said swallow it.” She thrusts her hips forward, trying to push more of her cock into your mouth. “God, you’re useless." She spits and rips your head back, making you cry out at the sharp pain in your scalp.
You gasp for air as you finally get free of her cock. A string of precum and spit connects your lip to her tip, and you wipe at it. You swallow the excess spit in your mouth before looking up at her. “You’re too rough.” You complain.
“Aw,” Kitty mocks your pout. “Poor little bitch boy can’t handle a real cock.” You clench your jaw, getting the urge to hit her. Her faux pout shifts into a smirk. “Do it. I dare you.” She reads the desire on your face, knows how badly you want to hit her back. You unclench your fists, letting them hang limp by your side. “That’s what I thought.”
“I- I have a real cock.” You finally manage to protest.
“Stand up.” She snaps, smiling as you instantly rise to your feet. She pushes you back, forcing your back against the gym locker. She holds you in place with one arm across your chest and reaches down with the other.
You squirm as she spreads you open, exposing your swollen clit. “Oh, yeah, you’re a big boy alright.” She mocks. You gasp as she grabs you between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh, and you’re so hard too.” She moves her fingers, stroking you as you whimper and weakly flinch.
“Let’s compare.” She lets go and moves her hand to grasp her shaft. She slaps her tip against your tdick, smirk widening as you flinch. Kitty moves her hips, rubbing the head of her cock against yours. Her cock dwarfs yours; the head of her cock is as long as your entire length and is much thicker.
It’s humiliating, but you can’t help but watch with fascination as she rubs against you. Kitty gets distracted as well, especially when you stop struggling. She grinds her cock against you, soft sighs leaving her lips. Your hips start moving on their own, grinding back against her. Humping Kitty’s cock feels so good, you both get lost in the sensation.
But then you hear a clatter from the danger room and whip your head towards the wall. The locker room door is behind you, separated by multiple rows of lockers, but you suddenly remember that anyone could walk in at any time.
“Kitty-” You plead. “Someone might come in here.”
“So?” She rolls her eyes and keeps rubbing her cock against you.
“I don’t want them to see.” You try to push her back, but she shrugs your hands off.
“What? Would you be embarrassed having everyone know you’re my little bitch boy?” She smirks at you and grinds against you harder, making you moan softly.
“Kitty- please.” You try to get her to listen, pushing hard against her shoulders. You catch her just off guard enough to get her to stumble back. She growls and slaps you across the face hard. Tears well in your eyes at the burning pain in your cheek.
“Just shut up. You are so annoying. Get back down on your knees and suck me off. The faster you finish me off, the less likely it is that someone will walk in here.” She stays back, hands on her hips expectantly.
“Can’t we go somewhere private?” You’re far past the point of outright telling her no, but that doesn’t mean you want anyone seeing you with her cock in your mouth.
She cocks her head, and you can see her thinking about it. “Okay, fine. We can stay here, and you can suck me off and hope no one interrupts, or we can go somewhere private, and you can spread those legs and give me some real action.”
“What?” Your voice is flat; she can’t possibly mean-
“Let me fuck your cunt.” She clarifies.
“Kitty…” You shake your head. She can’t. You don’t want her to; at least you think you don’t. But even as you think it, you can feel the arousal growing between your legs, the wetness leaking down to coat your inner thighs.
“I’m tired of hearing the pathetic way you say my name. Let's try something with a little more respect.” Her grin is evil, and it sends a shiver of fear through you at the same time you feel your clit throb. “So, what’s it gonna be? Do you want Daddy’s dick in your throat or cunt?”
That’s not really the ultimate; it’s whether you want to risk being caught or spread your legs for Kitty and never live it down. But you get too distracted by her self-assigned title. She is crazy if she thinks you’re going to call her that. Strangely, you feel your desire grow; the thought of her being inside you isn’t unappealing. Her cock is nice; you’re sure it’ll be a stretch to fit, but you doubt she’ll be gentle. But you really don’t want to be caught sucking her off.
“Privacy, please.” You say softly.
Kitty smirks. “Ask me.” You bite your lip, refusing. “Do it.” She grabs your jaw. “Say ‘I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy’.” You don’t want to say it, but the longer you stand here, the more likely you are to get caught with your pants down.
“I-I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt… Daddy.” It’s a struggle to force the words from your mouth, but you get them out.
“Come on.” She grabs your arm and drags you forward. You stumble after her, leaving both your underpants in a pile in the middle of the floor. She drags you through the locker room naked, leading you all the way to the showers. She peels back one curtain and practically throws you into the stall.
Kitty steps in after you and yanks the curtain shut behind her. “All right, spread those legs, pretty boy.” She seems much more cheery at the prospect of fucking you. This isn’t exactly the privacy you had in mind, but it’s better than being wide open in the locker room.
You face away from her, placing your palms on the shower wall and bending over slightly. You shift your legs apart, trying to create enough space between them for her to get inside you. “Gentle, please.” You say, but refuse to look at her. You hang your head, trying to relax as you feel her thighs press against yours. The weight of her cock rests on top of your ass, and your heart beats a little faster as you feel how high it reaches, imagining how deep inside you it will go.
“Arch for me.” She orders and grabs your hips, forcing you to tilt them and arch your back, angling your ass out towards her. She’s quiet for a moment, unmoving and then, “Now, say it again. Tell me what you want me to do.”
It takes you a minute to think about what she wants you to say. “I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy.” You say softly, practically whispering the words. The shower room has a tendency to make things echo, and you don’t want that lingering in the air.
“Louder.” She barks. “And use some manners. You should have respect when talking to your superiors.”
“Please fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy.” You say louder.
“Oh, ‘Yana’s gonna love this.” Kitty chuckles behind you. You whip your head around, and your breath catches as you see her phone. It’s in her hand, angled down at where her cock is resting on your ass, but she quickly tilts it up, capturing your shocked expression. You hadn’t even known she had her phone with her.
“No.” You yell and start to reach for her phone, but Kitty’s faster. She holds it out of your reach and laughs while you struggle.
“Oh, stop. I’m just going to send it to Illyana. Keep fighting me, and I’ll send it to everyone.” She warns.
“Please.” You turn away from her, not wanting to give her the chance to get your face on camera again.
“There!” She chirps happily. “Sent to just Illyana. Take my cock well, and we might keep it that way.” You hear her set her phone down and breathe a sigh of relief. It’s bad enough Illyana and Kitty have a video of you begging for Kitty’s cock; you don’t want them having one of you actually taking it.
You take slow, deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself for her cock. You know you’re soaked, and you know as Kitty pulls her cock back and angles it to press between your legs, that she won’t hesitate to comment on it. “You want it bad, don’t you, needy boy. Have you ever taken cock before?”
You bite your lip, refusing to answer her question. “Answer me, so I know whether I’m dealing with a virgin loser or a used-up slut here.” She slaps your ass to punctuate her sentence and grabs your hip when you jolt forward. You still refuse, ignoring her. Why answer when you know either way she’ll taunt you?
“That’s fine, I’ll just fuck you like a whore anyway.” She presses forward, and you gasp as the head of her cock slips inside you. You support yourself with one hand and drop the other between your legs; it’ll be easier to get you to relax if you touch yourself, but Kitty snatches your wrist before you make contact. “No. The only one who gets to jerk you off is me.” She says the words, but then she doesn’t make any attempt to reach between your legs.
Kitty puts your hand back against the shower wall and then thrusts forward, sinking more of her cock into you. You groan as she stretches you out. She holds your hips in place with both hands and pauses for a moment before, without warning, she slams her hips all the way forward.
You choke out a sob at the pain that flashes through you. She’s too deep too fast. You can’t breathe. Kitty groans behind you. “You’re so tight, baby boy.” You whimper softly as she draws her hips back till just the head rests inside you and then slams back forward. You take quick, rapid breaths, unable to catch your breath as she starts fucking into you hard.
Kitty’s pace is brutal, her hips slamming into yours as she moans. “So fucking good. Why were you keeping this perfect cunt from me? If you had spread your legs for Daddy a little sooner, maybe I would’ve been nicer. But now that I know you’ve been holding out on me, I think you need a punishment.”
“No, Kit- Daddy.” You are correct, trying to appease her merciful side. If she has one, you haven’t seen it yet, but the hope is there.
She moans softly, and her thrusts into you falter. “Tell me how good my cock is.” She snaps.
“So good, Daddy.” You come up with the words in the hopes that it will spare you whatever her punishment entails. “You’re so big, so um thick.”
“Whose pretty pussy is this?” She groans, your submission and willingness to take her orders turning her on as much as her cock moving in and out of you.
You want to say yours, but you know what she wants to hear. “Yours, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Kitty’s thrusts get rougher, jerkier. “And why is that?”
“B-Because,” You struggle to think enough to find the words. Every time you open your mouth, she slams her hips forward, and you moan as her cock presses a deep spot inside you.
“Speak up, whore. Why do I own your pussy?” She growls when you struggle to answer.
“Because I’m your bitch boy, Daddy.” You manage to choke out. Even without her jerking off your tdick your arousal is at an all-time high. You know just a bit of her playing with you could get you off, and you use the opportunity to try and get it from her. “Can you jerk me off please?”
“Aw, you want to cum while I fuck you?” Kitty grabs your hair, yanking your head back to pull your back flush against her front. Your bare back is pressed against her shirt, her hips slamming into yours with new ferocity. She wraps one arm across your chest and the other around your waist to hold you in place. “That’s too fucking bad. You’re going to take my load nice and deep inside you and be grateful I was desperate enough to stoop to fucking you.”
You don’t know why you should be grateful when she was calling your pussy perfect a few moments ago. “Wait-” You gasp, her words suddenly hitting you. “You can’t. You can’t cum in me, Kitty.”
“Is that what I told you to call me?” She pants in your ear, suddenly freezing with her cock buried balls deep inside you. You breathe hard, horrifying realisation setting in.
“No, I’m sorry, Daddy. Please. Please don’t.” You whimper.
Kitty doesn’t respond; she just starts moving again, hammering her hips into you with purpose. You know what the purpose is. She’s going to breed you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. But that doesn’t stop you from trying.
You thrash, trying to get out of her grip. Kitty huffs and shoves you forward, slamming your face into the shower wall. It’s not hard enough to do any serious damage, but your forehead still knocks painfully against the tile. It makes it hard to think; your thoughts struggle to form, and you can’t focus on anything other than Kitty.
Kitty’s body pressed against yours. Kitty’s breath ragged on your neck. Kitty’s hips slapping against your ass. Kitty’s cock moving deep inside you. Kitty’s head drops to rest against your shoulder as she groans deeply.
You know it’s coming even before her cock pulses inside you and she moans. “Gonna take my load, pretty boy. Gotta breed my bitch.” You don’t fight, in fact, your hips press back with a mind of their own, your body practically begging her to cum in you. And Kitty is all too happy to oblige.
She moans and pants as she buries her cock inside you and humps weakly against your ass. Her cock throbs again, and you flinch as you feel her warmth spread inside you. Her hips twitch with the pulses of her cock, shooting rope after rope of her cum inside you.
“Nice and full.” She sighs as her cock twitches one last time before she relaxes behind you. “A real nice cumdump you are.” She snorts and eases her cock out of you. You flinch reflectively as you’re left feeling empty, and a drip of Kitty’s cum spills down your leg. She lets you go completely, stepping away.
You’re lost without her, slumping forward against the wall and slowly sinking down onto the tile floor. You roll onto your butt, sitting with your back against the shower wall and your legs spread on the floor. Kitty’s cum slowly oozes out of you onto the shower floor. Kitty shuffles above you, and you look up blankly at her.
Her cock has softened, hanging wet against her thigh, but that’s not what catches your attention; it’s her phone. It’s back out, and she’s angling the camera at you. You can’t move, can’t find the strength to protest or defend yourself. You just shut your eyes as Kitty laughs to herself, surely snapping various pictures. You wouldn’t be surprised if she’s getting a close up of her cum dripping from your used pussy.
“Well,” Kitty says, and you open your eyes to look up. She’s not pointing her phone at you anymore, but she’s looking down at you with a smug, satisfied grin that makes you clench around nothing. “No more holding out on me. I’ll be using that grade A pussy whenever I want from now on, I think.”
“Wait…” You whine as she starts to leave. “You didn’t… I didn’t cum.”
“So?” She shrugs like you’re ridiculous for asking. “Don’t think about jerking off either, because if I find out you’ve been touching my pussy, I’ll send those pretty pictures to the entire teaching staff of this school.” You pout at her words. If she’s planning on making you her free-use pet, she could at least make you cum.
“But maybe if you come by my room later and give me some proper head, I’ll consider playing with that tiny dick of yours enough to get you off.” She looks at you teasingly, knowing she has you even before you nod and mumble an agreement.
“Good, now get cleaned up; you’re filthy.” She turns the shower knob, and you jump as freezing water starts raining down on you. Kitty disappears through the shower curtain, leaving you alone and soaking wet on the shower floor. You only manage to get up once the freezing water becomes too much to bear.
You turn the water warmer and try to wash Kitty’s cum out of you. You’re sure she’s enjoying the thought of leaving you like this and the thought of the humiliating task of your cleaning up her mess. That’s not even considering the perfect blackmail material she already has on her phone. As far as you’re concerned, your life is pretty much over.
Kitty has full power over you, and instead of the looming sense of dread you expect to feel, you feel a fresh wave of arousal. Truthfully, you doubt she’d know if you touched yourself; you’re already scrubbing down there anyway, but you wouldn’t put it past her to be watching you through a wall right now.
So, you ignore the ache to cum and finish your cleanup. You rush back to your locker, peeking around corners to make sure the coast is clear in your current state. Damn Kitty for making sure you ended up naked and soaked wet in a different room than where she left your clothes.
It doesn’t get any better when you reach your locker and find the pile of your shorts and underwear gone. “Fuck you, Kitty Pryde.” You sigh in the empty locker room and grab your gym shorts. Thankfully, she left those, but you still have to go commando as you make your way back to your room.
All Kitty said was “later”, so you let a few hours go by. You try not to think about Kitty, but your thoughts keep turning back to the brunette despite yourself. It’s not until your phone buzzes and her name flashes on your screen that you let yourself really think about her and her cock. You really have no choice because when you open her message, it flashes across the screen.
There’s no message attached, just a nice dick pic. You want to ignore it, but you vividly remember how her cock felt and the sight of it, even though the phone is enough to get you moving. You barely even think about it, and you’re on the way to Kitty’s room. You don’t bother knocking; just slam her door open and barge in.
“Well, that was rude.” Not Kitty, says. You swallow thickly as Illyana stands up from Kitty’s desk. “Kitty was just telling me you learned some manners, but maybe she was wrong.”
You don’t know how much Kitty told her, so you look to her for help. She’s sitting on her bed, phone beside her and pants on. It must have been an old picture; you doubt she took a dick pic with Illyana in the room, or you don’t know their relationship as well as you thought. Kitty doesn’t look at you, just smirks at Illyana and nods towards the door.
Illyana sighs and shoves past, shoulder knocking into you so hard you almost fall over. As you catch yourself, she mumbles, “Have fun, bitch boy.” You clench your jaw and glare at Kitty. You still had a little hope that Kitty hadn’t actually sent her the video, but Illyana’s smug grin as she shuts the door tells you everything.
Kitty waits till the door shuts to gesture you over. She doesn’t say anything, just shoves her pants down her hips and kicks them off.
“Well,” she huffs and stares at you expectantly. You don’t want to make it easy for her, don’t want to crawl over and suck her cock like an obedient slut, but that’s what you’re doing. You crawl on your hands and knees across her bed to kneel between her legs. “Do it fucking right this time, okay? Balls deep in your throat.” She taps the base of her cock for effect. “I want your lips right here.”
“Fine.” You roll your eyes as you get on your knees and forearms, head hovering over her cock. She must’ve been thinking about it; her cock is rock hard. Or maybe she got worked up talking about you with Illyana; you don’t know, and you don’t care. All you care about is that if you make her cum she said she’ll make you cum.
“Try again.” Kitty snaps and grabs your jaw. She yanks your head up, forcing you to look at her. You don’t know what she’s looking for, but thankfully she tells you. “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock.”
“I want to suck your cock. Please, Daddy.” You say, trying to sound convincing.
“Better.” She nods and releases you. “Suck it.” She leans back against a stack of pillows, locking her fingers behind her head. A silent cue that you’re going to be the one putting in the work this time.
You don’t want to keep her waiting. You wrap your hand around the base of her cock and angle it up. It’s less salty this time when you wrap your lips around her tip and suck softly. She must have showered and washed off her sweat, but you get a hit of salt as a bit of precum spits into your mouth.
You part your lips, letting it spill down her shaft rather than swallowing it. Kitty grunts, and you keep your eyes on her groan, not wanting to see her reaction. “You spilt.” She snaps. “Ungrateful whore.”
“Sorry.” You mumble.
“You won’t spit out anything I give you ever again.” Kitty orders. You move to take your mouth off her and answer, but she grabs the back of your head, stopping you. “Don’t take your mouth off my cock, nod if you understand me, bitch boy.” You nod with her cock in your mouth. “Now, suck it.”
She shoves your head down, not trusting you to do a proper job. You don’t want a repeat of earlier, so you try to relax your throat, letting her guide you down. You get further, almost ¾ of the way down, before you gag.
Kitty moans when you choke. “Oh yeah. Gag on it, pretty boy.” She hums as she pushes you deeper, you choke, but open your throat for her. She jerks her hips up, ramming the last bit of her cock into your throat. Your lips press against her groin, and she coos softly. “You know, you’ve never looked more handsome than right now.”
You choke and sputter, saliva spilling from your lips onto the base of her shaft and dripping down her balls. It’s impossible to get oxygen, but you try to breathe through your nose. Kitty holds you down until you start getting dizzy, then finally releases you. You yank your head back, coughing and wiping the spit off your lips.
“I gave you a compliment; say thank you,” Kitty says, keeping her grip on the back of your head.
“Thank you.” You say hoarsely. “Thank you, Daddy.” You correct without needing her direction. You take her cock back into your mouth on your own terms and bob your head down. You try to push yourself as deep as Kitty did, but you can’t. She makes up for it, though.
She tightens her grip on the back of your head and thrusts her hips into your mouth. Kitty moans as she fucks your throat, holding your head a couple inches up from the base of her cock so when she fucks up her whole shaft is buried in your throat and when she pulls out only half her length remains in your mouth.
“Such a good cocksucker,” Kitty whines. You’d tease her about it, but she’d probably slap you again and threaten to expose you to the rest of the X-Men. But she must see it on your face because she pulls your hair and snaps at you. “Look at me.” You move your eyes, looking up at her as she fucks your throat. “Tell me you love my cock.”
You wait for her to let you off her dick so you can speak, but she doesn’t. Instead, she thrusts her hips up again and holds you in place. You gag softly; your throat has slightly adjusted to her, but it’s still not pleasant to have her fully buried in your mouth. “Say it.”
“I love your cock, Daddy.” You mumble around her cock. It comes out a jumbled mess, but Kitty smirks anyway. She hums and grabs her phone with her free hand. You try to shake your head, to hide your face, but she holds you in place as she points her camera at you.
“Say it again. Clearly this time, bitch boy.” She orders.
You don’t want to. Don’t want to add to the stack of blackmail material she already has on you, but because of the blackmail she already has, you don’t really have a choice. “I love your cock, Daddy.” You try to enunciate, make it clear, even as your face burns in shame.
“Say ‘thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy.’” Kitty says her smile is malicious behind her phone camera, and you’re sure there’s a horrible video of you being made.
“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy.” You choke out around her shaft; you know your words are barely legible, but Kitty’s grin tells you that she’s still getting what she wants out of you.
“Beg me to get your throat pregnant.” Kitty doesn’t seem to be running out of material, and you don’t know how long you can stay at the base of her cock. Your gags become more frequent, throat convulsing around her, earning more sighs and moans from the woman you’re deepthroating.
“Get my throat pregnant, please, Daddy.” You gag.
“Fuck, pretty boy.” Kitty groans and finally drops her phone. “You want my cum? Want me to cum right down your tight throat.”
“Please, Daddy.” You beg around her cock.
Kitty moans, head falling back. She humps against your face erratically, not caring how you choke and gag hard. “You better swallow it all, bitch boy.” You don’t know how she can go from semi-nice comments back to her regular cruel self in such quick succession, but it makes you dizzy.
Her cock is heavy against your tongue as she moves rapidly in and out of your mouth. You see her abs tense, the muscles tightening as she thrusts her cock into your mouth. Her cock throbs, pulsing once in your mouth before a spurt of cum hits your throat. You choke harder as her cock throbs again and more cum shoots into your throat.
You don’t dare spit it out, you swallow it down, swallowing around her tip and drawing out her pleasure as your throat tightens around her. She humps your face, shooting rope after rope of cum down your throat. She grunts loudly with every pump and finally relaxes with a sigh, her cock twitching in your mouth as she collapses against the mattress.
You swallow the excess cum and saliva as her cock softens slightly and Kitty lets you pull off. You wipe your lips and cough, throat sore from the head of her cock. You relax, lying flat on your stomach and resting your cheek on her thigh while you both pant.
Kitty ignores you for the most part; she turns to her phone and starts tapping at it. You hope she’s not sending Illyana another video, but the smirk on her face and the ding of a notification when she gets a message crush that hope.
You wait as long as you can, until the ache between your legs is impossible to ignore. “Ki- Daddy.” You say softly, trying to catch her attention. Kitty sighs dramatically and acts like it’s a chore to pull her eyes from her phone screen.
“What?” She snaps and glares at you like you’ve insulted her.
“Um- y-you said if I sucked you off, you’d make me cum.” You stumble over the words, feeling awkward asking her to return the favour. You’ve made her cum twice, though; it’s only fair she returns the favour.
“Yeah? I say a lot of things.” She shrugs and shifts her eyes back to her phone. You clench your jaw, frustration building. You want so badly to reach down and touch yourself, but she told you not to, and you know you certainly won’t get what you want if you go against her wishes. You resort to begging; Kitty’s already seen you humiliated in so many ways- why not dig your grave deeper?
“Please. Please will you play with my tiny cock, Daddy?” You whine. Kitty doesn’t look at you, but she can’t hide the smirk on her lips. You know you have her attention. “It hurts. I got so hard sucking you.”
“You like it when I’m mean to you, huh? Practically begging for it, walking around like that.” She mutters.
“I do.” You’d say anything to get her to touch you right now. “Please, Daddy.”
Kitty sighs. “Five minutes.”
“Hm?” You hum, cocking your head.
“Give me five minutes, and I’ll jerk that pathetic nub while I fuck you.” She turns back to her phone, ignoring your soft whines as she goes back to ignoring you, making you wait even longer.
“Are you gonna get hard again?” It’s a reasonable question, you think. She’s cum twice today, once only moments ago. But Kitty does not think it’s reasonable. She turns to you with a glare so sharp you shrink back from her.
“The fuck did you say to me? You think I can’t get it up?” She snaps and sits up.
“That’s- uh.” You sit up, sitting back on your knees. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Get off.” She doesn’t wait for you to move; she just shoves you hard off the bed with her foot. “I’m not going to let a disrespectful whore sit on my bed.”
“No, wait, Daddy.” You plead as your knees hit the rug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I know you’ll get hard again.” Kitty slides off the bed and stands beside you, soft cock hanging right in your face. “You’re so virile and strong.” You’re patronising her, and you both know it, but Kitty’s glare softens anyway, so you continue. “I bet you can cum as much as you want, get hard over and over again so you can keep fucking me.”
“And you want that, do you?” She raises her eyebrows.
“Yes.” You just want her to make you cum, and she knows it. She could get you to say almost anything right now.
“Yeah, you do, because you’re a horny little bitch boy, aren’t you?” Kitty’s lips quirk as she stares down at you. You nod slowly. “Say it. Tell me what you are and beg me to jerk you off while I fuck you.”
“I’m a horny little bitch boy.” Your self-respect is nonexistent at this point. The only thing on your mind is her taking care of the hard tdick between your legs. “Will you please fuck me and jerk me off, Daddy?”
“Get on the bed.” She snaps her fingers and points back at her bed. You scramble up as she barks further orders. “On your back, legs spread.” You get on your back, spread your legs, and look at her expectantly.
“Whore.” She shakes her head derisively. “Spreading your legs for me like you were made for it. Because you know this is the only thing you’re good for, don’t you?”
“That’s not true.” You protest softly as she climbs on the bed. Your eyes flash down between her legs, whimpering softly as you see her cock getting hard again. She’s half hard, cock twitching and thickening as she gets in position between your legs.
“Shut up.” Kitty slaps the inside of your thigh, and you flinch away at the spark of pain. “Don’t try to deny your purpose.” She scoots forward and slaps her half-hard cock against your groin. “I mean, look at this, your cock just doesn’t compare; clearly you were made for taking it.”
Kitty ignores you trying to protest and smiles to herself, totally fixated on where her cock rests between your legs. She grabs her shaft and presses her tip against your tdick. She slides it up, playing with the hood. “Gotta show ‘yana this. Hand me my phone.” She snaps her fingers and points beside you on the bed.
You don’t make any move to grab it. If you do, she’ll just take a picture or video of her cock rubbing against yours and send it to Illyana. “Hand me my phone, bitch boy.” She slaps your other thigh this time, leaving a matching handprint on the other side. You whine softly, but comply, not wanting to get slapped again.
Kitty snatches her phone from your grip and grins sadistically as she angles her phone down. She holds her phone in one hand as she rubs her cock head against yours with the other hand. Kitty hums, “You like it when I play with your tiny cock, bitch boy.”
“Yes.” You moan, eyes fluttering in pleasure as she rubs your cocks together. She moves her head side to side, toying with you. “Feels good.”
“You like feeling a real cock between your legs, huh?” She grunts as her cock grows harder. You nod. “You want a nice big real cock inside you, don’t you?” You nod again, your brain getting fuzzier as pleasure surges through you.
“Please, Daddy.” You moan and push your hips towards her, begging to be stuffed full of her again.
Kitty groans and moves her hips. She presses her cock against your entrance, thrusting inside you in one smooth motion. You gasp as she bottoms out inside you and slap your hand against her abs.
“Move that out of the way,” Kitty growls and knocks your hand away, getting the shot of where her cock is splitting you open. You place your hands at your sides, fisting her sheets to keep from doing something to upset her. It seems to appease her because she reaches down and pinches your tdick between her thumb and forefinger.
You whine at the sharp pain as she roughly tugs your clit. “Ki-Daddy-” You try to squirm away. “That hurts!”
“Oh, shut up, bitch boy.” She growls. “Is your tiny cock sensitive?” Kitty faux pouts at you as she roughly jerks your tdick. Your chest heaves, toes curling as she starts thrusting in and out of you as she tortures your sensitive nerves.
“Please-” You choke out, whining and mewling pathetically as Kitty starts fucking into you harder. At least she gets too distracted to keep filming because she throws her phone onto the mattress and supports herself with her hand to start fucking into you even harder. She doesn’t get too distracted to take it easy on you though because she keeps the other hand between your legs furiously jerking you off.
It hurts, but you find the pleasure starting to build. Your hips jerk against her; after being denied all day long, you’re so desperate to cum. “Daddy…” You whine.
“You like it? Getting off on me jerking your pathetic nub while I fuck you with my big cock.” Kitty’s words are stern, but her tone is light, breathy, and you can tell she’s in the midst of pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good.” You moan and shift your hands to grab her back. You dig your nails into her shirt, feeling her back flex as she fucks you. Kitty groans as your nails bite into her skin, but it only makes her fuck you harder.
“Whore.” She growls. “My whore. You’re never going to spread these legs for anyone else again, are you?”
“No, Daddy.” You shake your head. The thought of being Kitty’s forever makes you even more aroused. You buck and arch up against her. “Only for you. This is your pussy.”
“Oh- fuck.” Kitty grits her teeth, and her cock throbs inside her. It’s a little quick, you know, especially when she just came a few minutes ago, but you’re not going to say a single thing to her about that. “Cum for me, pretty boy.” She groans as her cock pulses inside you.
When you cum, you cum together. Kitty’s cock throbbing inside you sends you over the edge. She keeps her hand between your legs, jerking you off as she cums inside you. Kitty moans and groans, humping against you as she drains her cock in you. You cum hard, clenching around her cock to milk it of every drop of her cum as your walls contract around her.
You hump against each other, both riding out your pleasure until Kitty collapses on top of you. She pants, her forehead resting against your shoulder as she catches her breath. Your chests heave against each other as you both come down. Kitty recovers first and slowly eases her cock out of you.
You wince as she pulls out of your oversensitive cunt and rolls off you. She lies beside you in her bed. You stare at the ceiling, pretending you don’t see her peeking over at you out of the corner of your eye. If you look at her, you’re sure she’ll kick you out.
“You can stay here until you’re strong enough to move,” Kitty grunts after realising you won’t be turning to look at her. That’s nice, nice by Kitty’s standards. “Then you can get up and wash my sheets; you’re leaking cum all over them, whore.”
You bite back a retort and shut your eyes. You’ll rest beside her for a bit and then get up and do her laundry. You won’t be happy about it, but maybe she’ll reward you in the form of another orgasm.
Summary: You get hit with a version of Laura's trigger scent during a mission, but it doesn't make her kill you, it makes her breed you
Tags: Nonconsensual Sex, GP!Laura Kinney, Top!Laura Kinney, Bottom!Reader, Elements of Mind Control, Growling, Biting, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Top Surgery Scars on Reader, Rough Sex, Bleeding During Sex, Unwanted Creampie, Crying, Angst, Knife Play (but it's Laura's claws), Hair Pulling, Scent Kink
Word Count: 1708
“Laura-” You scramble back against the tunnel wall. There’s a feral look in her eye you’d never seen before. Her claws are extended, hands balled in tight fists as she advances on you. Her eyes are narrow slits underneath her cowl making your pulse race.
“Smells so good.” Laura growls, sharp canines bared in your direction. You’d heard of her trigger scent before but never seen her reaction to it in person. It was supposed to be a simple mission- investigating a suspected mutant experimentation lab, but turns out some of the scientists working at the lab were ones who had worked on Laura when she was younger. You had been chasing them through a hidden tunnel underneath the lab when one had thrown something on you, a tube of some liquid. Laura reacted instantly.
You had noted the shift quickly, darting from her grip when she reached for you, but you had lost your step and fallen onto the tunnel floor. Now, she has you trapped against the wall with nowhere to go. You can’t beat her in a fight, so you prepare for the feeling of her claws on your neck.
“Hold still.” Laura growls and you feel the sharp point of one claw against your throat. A shiver runs through you but you hold still as she traces a line down, hooking the blade in the top of your suit. She slashes down, shredding your top open. Goosebumps cover your chest, both out of fear and from the cold on your now bare skin.
You try not to look at her, but being on the ground puts you at eye level with her crotch and you can’t help but notice the large bulge in the front of her suit. “Laura…” You say softly, finally looking up and meeting her eyes.
Laura ignores you, pressing the sharp edge of her claws underneath your chin. “Up.” The pressure forces you up, your back sliding against the rough tunnel wall. Her eyes rake over your now bare chest, tracing the twin scars with her free hand. “Pretty boy.” Her gloved fingers are soft as they run over your skin. She presses her body against yours, pinning you to the wall. She buries her nose in your neck and you hear her take a deep breath.
Laura’s body shudders against yours as she inhales your scent. Her hard cock presses against your abdomen through her suit. She subtly starts grinding her hips against you, whimpering softly against your neck.
“Laura, you’re not thinking clearly.” You gather your strength and shove against her shoulders. Her adamantium coated skeleton shifts a fraction of an inch, too heavy for you to move. But it does succeed in making her mad. She growls and grabs a fist full of your hair, wrenching you from the wall. You struggle against her, but it’s useless as she throws you to the ground. You land hard on your hands and knees.
You start to crawl away but she grabs your hips, dragging you back towards her. “Need this. Need you.” Laura pants and starts wrestling the bottoms of your suit down.
“No.” It’s become painfully apparent this version of her trigger scent did not make her want to kill you. Despite your squirming, she manages to get the waistband of your pants down to your knees. You shout as you feel her gloved fingers hook into the top of your boxers. “Laura, please.”
“Hush.” Laura growls and yanks your boxers down anyway. You cry at the exposure. You cry more as her fingers run between your legs. She must have taken off her gloves because the warm pads of her bare fingers run through your folds. You didn’t know if Laura knew you wear trans, but she doesn’t seem surprised. “Get wet.” She snaps. Her fingers bump your clit and your hips jerk. She grunts and presses in the same spot again, rubbing the bundle of nerves roughly.
You feel your cunt grow wetter unwillingly. She jerks her hand away and you hear the zipper of her yellow and blue spandex. “Please.” Your nails scrabble against the stone ground, finding no purchase to pull yourself away.
She grabs the back of your torn shirt and holds you. Her other hand must still be working on her pants because a second later her cock bumps between your legs. Tears run down your cheeks as her thick shaft slides through your slick. She feels big and you can feel the veins pulsing through her length.
Laura grunts as she positions herself, the head of her cock pressing against your entrance. “You can’t.” You sob as she slams her hips forward. She buries her whole cock inside you in one smooth motion. You scream, the sound echoing down the tunnel. You’re sure she tore something, the scent of your blood reaches your nose. “Stop.” Your pleas go unheard as Laura drags her hips back, leaving only the head of her cock in you before thrusting forward again.
“So tight.” Laura growls and hikes one leg up planting her foot to get a better position. The shift forces you down off your hands. You fall down on your forearms, dropping your cheek against them. She takes the opportunity to plant her hands on either side of your torso, fully mounting you.
Her pace is brutal, hips slamming against yours with every quick thrust. Laura is surely bruising your cervix with how the head of her cock slams into it with every thrust. Tears roll down your cheeks and your chest hiccups with sobs. “Don’t cry.” Laura moans and leans down over you. The fabric of her suit presses into your back. Her tongue laps out against your exposed cheek, swiping up the tears dripping down it. “Such a sweet boy.” Laura purrs.
“Laura. Please.” You sob, trying to look at her eyes through the slits in her cowl. “Stop.”
“I can’t. Need to breed you.” Laura mutters, and she opens her mouth, teeth nicking the skin of your neck. You whimper as she bites your neck softly, sharp canines poking into your skin. She’s surely leaving unexplainable marks but Laura doesn’t seem to care as she keeps biting you.
“No. Pull out.” You gasp. “Now.” You reattempt your efforts to escape, trying to drag yourself away, but you freeze at the unmistakable snikt of her claws extending. The warm blades press against your neck halting any further thoughts of escape.
“You’re getting bred.” Laura snarls. Her other hand, with claws still retracted dips between your legs and she finds your clit again. You bite your lip, stifling a whimper as a shot of pleasure races through you. “See you like it.” You don’t trust your voice to say no so you just shake your head.
Her balls slap against you with every thrust, the roughness only adding to Laura’s pleasure. “Please, pull out.” You beg as you feel an orgasm building quickly in your gut. “Laura…”
Her claw twitches against your throat. “I can feel your cunt clenching. You want my seed.” Laura hums against your throat. Her fingers rub harshly against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to cumming. You bite into your own arm to stifle the moan as you cum on her dick. Laura moans as your pussy spasms around her cock. “Fuck.” Her cock twitches inside you.
“No.” You moan.
Laura buries her nose in your hair, inhaling your scent as she slams her hips forward one last time. She pants against the back of your head as the first spurt of cum hits your inner walls. You sob, shivering from aftershocks as her cock spills inside you.
“Yes.” Laura hisses. “You’re practically milking me.” she pins your wrists to the stone floor. Her hips rut into you, her warm cum pooling inside you. You can feel the pulse of her balls against you as every drop stored in them shoots out. She seems to cum forever until finally, her hips finally still, one last drop of her cum leaking into you.
Your tears drip onto the concrete underneath you. Laura pants against your back, catching her breath. After an eternity she sits up, slowly pulling her cock out of you. A mess of cum and blood follows, leaking out and dripping down your thighs. “Fuck.” Laura sighs. “I-” She pauses and wipes her cock off on your boxers before tucking it back in her suit.
She never finishes her sentence. The silence stretches on. Eventually you regain enough strength to move, rolling over to look at her. She’s taken her cowl off and is sitting against the wall of the tunnel staring at you.
“Laura.” Your voice is hoarse.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She grunts, tearing her eyes away from you. “I- I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know.” You mumble, trying hard to separate the woman sitting before you from the animal she was minutes ago.
“--ome in--. Hello?” Kitty’s voice rings over the coms. “Where are you two?” The tunnel must have kept their messages coming through but they must be getting closer because her voice gets clearer with every word. “Come in.”
“Here.” Laura taps her coms. “We’re here. We’re… fine.” She shoves herself up from the wall and looks down at you, guilt flashing across her face.
“Are you in the tunnel? I think we’re getting closer.” Kitty’s voice is clear, signalling her proximity. It spurs you into action, you yank your underwear and pants up, cringing as Laura’s cum seeps into your boxers.
“Here.” Laura’s hand reaches down for you and after a moment of hesitation, you accept it, letting her pull you up. You keep hold of her hand for support, legs unsteady. “Your suit is messed up.” She gestures to the split open remains of your top.
“I’ll get it fixed.” You shrug. You hear footsteps, the rest of your team no doubt. Laura uses her free hand to pull her cowl back up, hiding most of her expression. She steals herself, any evidence of what happened gone for the moment. They’ll be time for it later you both tell yourselves, pushing it down. But she never lets go of your hand.
