Thought process for combining ideas: Farmer Boy and the Lake = male reader x tentacles = haunted bathtub = the sentient hot spring
Contains: male reader, dub-con, tentacles, anal penetration, prostate stimulation, slight belly bulge, lot of 💦, NSFW & MDNI
That winter, you could hear the ice of the frozen lake sing. High creaks and low groans echoed across the vast expanse like the calls of some beast, eerie and haunting yet indescribably beautiful.
You and your friends walked over the ice, running and laughing while teasing each other as usual when the ice beneath you suddenly gave in. The next moment, you found yourself surrounded by freezing cold water, uncontrollably weighed down by your thick clothing and slowly sinking amidst your struggled.
Before you could clock what exactly was happening to you, you felt someone grab you, pull you up to the hole you broke into the ice and made you resurface. You coughed put the water, tears clouding your sight as you clung to the edge, and your panicked friends quickly yet carefully helped you out. Afterwards, you asked who’d saved you, but they just looked at you incomprehensibly. No one but you had broken through the ice, and you came up by yourself. There was no one else.
Ever since then, your friends and other villagers avoided the lake, but you still regularly went there. Strangely, it made you feel safe, as if there would always be someone to pull you up when you were feeling down.
In this way summer came and the burning hot sun made you feel like you were being boiled alive. To escape this unpleasant sensation, you went to the lake to take a bath in the cool waters shaded by the ancient trees.
You took off your clothes and sighed in relief as you slipped into the water. Before the incident, you’d always bathe like this with your friends and other older men from the village, but now, you had the lake all to yourself. It was quiet and peaceful, just you and the lake.
You entertained yourself by splashing water and observing the drops twinkling in the bright sunlight as they flew through the air, and then leisurely started swimming. With slow, broad strokes, you quickly distanced yourself from the shore and unknowingly reached a deeper area of the lake, where your toes could only barely reach the ground.
And then you felt it.
Something cold and slippery that felt like a sleek tentacle clung to your ankle and wound up along your legs towards your torso. You were too surprised to react as it entangled your limbs and wrapped around your waist, holding you in place with just your head above the water and the rest obscured by the shadowy depths.
The thing wandered all over your body. It squeezed your thighs and ass, grazed your joints like a lover’s kiss, and lingered on your nipples and cock that were hardening from its strangely thrilling touch colder than the water, prodding in a way that almost seemed to convey a sense of innocent curiosity.
And then it found your asshole.
Soft tentacles chilling like ice cubes slithered down the small of your back and between your ass cheeks, past your balls and over your perineum, rubbing themselves against the tight folds of your puckered hole.
The sensation woke you from your stupor. You struggled to resist, flailing your arms and thrashing the water, but the watery tentacles just wrapped you up more securely. They kneaded your flesh and jerked your cock, alternating between quick and slow strokes, a loose and tight grip, stimulating you to your peak. And then you felt a strange sucking on your cock, as if the water itself was slurping up your cum.
Moaning and writhing helplessly in the grasp of the cold tentacles, pleasure started to build once more as they licked and tugged and kneaded, and one tentacle even rubbed against your perineum until you felt the strange tingle it caused deep inside you, making you cum again with a loud, choked moan.
It felt like the tentacles were about to continue when a shout sounded from the distance, calling out for you. They loosened their hold and slowly let go of you, reluctantly tugging on your toes before completely withdrawing and leaving you by the shore.
You breathlessly clung to the rocks. Looking back, you could see nothing but the small waves of the lake. As if that water monster had never been there.
You left the lake in confusion, and only by the time you lay alone in your bed and were about to sleep did your mind settle enough to think about this strange incident. Although you had felt scared at first, the watery monster’s actions had been very… pleasurable. It was even better than when you did it yourself, touching all your sensitive spots all at once, almost like an intimate lover who’d known you for years. Even just thinking back on it, you meant to feel the cold touch burning on your skin, and your abdomen shamefully tightened with excitement.
So the next day, you went back to the lake. You swam to the same spot and eagerly anticipated the touch of the unknown water creature’s slick tentacles.
And as expected, they wound up your legs and tangled you up, holding you in place with your head above the water and the rest hidden beneath the surface. This time, you held onto the tentacles, leaning into their touch and even thrusting your cock into the creature’s cool grasp, enthusiastically participating in this originally one-sided, intimate contact.
With tentacles sliding over your skin, tugging on your nipples, balls and cock, you didn’t mind as one thin tentacle made its way to your asshole. It gently rubbed against the puckered folds, wetting your rear with its cold slime, and then carefully entered. You only realized what this thing had done when you felt a strange pressure inside you that made you abruptly cum with a loud moan, the amount and duration unprecedented, the enthralling pleasure making your muscles twitch in climax.
By the time your sight cleared up from the tears of ecstasy you’d just shed, your heart was still pounding in your chest. Each beat resonated till your fingertips, throbbing pleasantly in your abdomen and crotch.
The thin tentacle retreated from your asshole, only to immediately be replaced by a significantly thicker one. It slowly stretched the folds of your hole and sunk deep inside, firmly pressing and rubbing against a certain spot within you. You quickly became hard again, jerkingly grinding your needy, leaking cock against the tentacles.
The tentacles were pleased with your reaction, taking it as invitation to act more unrestrainedly. It shoved one tentacle into your mouth, curling around your tongue, while stuffing another up your asshole. The tentacles rammed into you, pounding against your pleasure spot, while the other tentacles stroked your cock, snaked down into your foreskin to hold your glans, massaged your balls, and sucked on your nipples. You violently came with a scream muffled by the tentacle in your mouth. Your cock throbbed and your asshole fluttered around the tentacles. The water monster seemed to greatly enjoy this as it picked up its pace and finally erupted, shooting a cold liquid into you that extended your orgasm.
But even then, it didn’t stop. The tentacles unceasingly plunged into you, stuffing you to the brim. It milked your cum and made your belly bulge with the size of its tentacles and the cold cum it repeatedly pumped into you, turning you into a twitching, slobbering mess.
By the time it set you down on the shore, your body was so weak from all the cumming that you couldn’t get up, and your asshole was unable to close, shooting out clear slimy cum with each labored breath.
The tentacles caressed you with satisfaction, and then retreated.
You smiled.
You were already clear in your mind — you’d be back for another round.
You got a job as a graveyard keeper, which turned out to be as quiet and relaxing as you expected. Until the zombie apocalypse hit.
Now you’re stuck with a horde of undead who’ve been lonely and deprived of affection for decades, perhaps centuries. They’re not out to eat your brains, but much worse - they’re courting you.
“Dear Mother, the ghoulish harem of suitors persists to this day. I’ve yet to find a cure for this damned plague of reanimation. At least I don’t have to shovel for new graves anymore.”
You put the pen down, then glance out the window. The decomposed face of one of your many admirers is grinning flirtatiously from behind the glass. You sigh.
Contains: male fallen angel x male incubus reader, mutual consent, blow job + anal for reader, edging and crying during for fallen angel, aphrodisiac bodily fluids, lots of 💦, many orgasms, slight belly bulge, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: sweat angel refers to a snow-angel shaped mark of sweat remaining on a surface indicating that one has perspired profusely, generally as a result of intense exercise
Outside, thick snow blanketed all available surfaces, and ice bloomed on the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing city. Outlined by the blurry lights, your profile was hazy as you leaned closer to the window, blowing a warm breath against the cool glass pane and making it fog up.
Azza couldn’t help smiling when he saw you like this. “Bored?”
You turned towards the approaching fallen angel and hummed lazily, “A little.”
He stood next to you, imitating your motions to blow on the glass and leave a little cloud of fog. The amber liquid in his glass swirled with his actions and the rising bubbles sparkled in the warm light, though they stood in no comparison to Azza’s dazzlingly bright eyes when he looked at you.
You couldn’t help swallowing, your throat feeling parched all of a sudden.
Just how was it possible for your best friend to be so hot? It really made you want to…
Glancing at his little cloud of fog, you reached out and drew a heart. It was unsymmetrical, the two halves not connecting properly, and both your finger pad and nail had left a clear trail.
Azza chuckled. The low sound of his voice made your ears burn.
“Are you drunk?” he wondered.
You shook your head, feeling slightly dizzy and overly confident, “No.”
Azza hummed, though it was unclear whether he believed you. He twirled the stem of his glass between his long fingers, then turned around to put it down nearby. As he bent over, his tight white pants wonderfully outlined his ass, making you swallow subconsciously.
Feeling heat pool in your abdomen, you quickly looked away.
It was nothing new that Azza was very attractive to you, both in appearance and personality, but somehow, this evening, the fallen angel seemed to have a truly bewitching quality to him.
As you were thinking, thoughts slowed by the alcohol, Azza looked at you. He tried to be discreet, yet his eyes were practically glued to you. His heart pounded as he gazed at you and your reflection in the window.
Your face was flushed, eyes and lips glistening with moisture, while your casual posture nicely showed off your figure and… your bulging crotch.
Azza’s heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, your red face, lowered eyes and pursed lips appeared a little suspicious, a little more… enticing.
“You…”
You glanced at him.
Why was his voice so hoarse?
After waiting a while for him to continue speaking without hearing anything, you finally wondered, “Are you alright?”
He raised a brow, “Are you?” Then he meaningfully looked down.
You followed his eyes.
Fuck.
You looked back up at Azza, panic flooding your mind. “That—“
“Are you hard for me?”
Your heart jumped. ”What??”
“I asked,” Azza took a step closer to you, making you subconsciously scoot back a bit, and his voice was suddenly so hoarse, so low it sent a tingling current from your ears to your heart and crotch, “are you hard for me?”
For a moment, you thought about embarrassedly denying it. But what would he do then? Just thinking that it could somehow end badly gave you so much anxiety you admitted it with a nod and a direct gaze gauging his reaction, “Yes. You’re so damn hot tonight, it would be a sin for me to not get hard.”
After all, you were an incubus. There was nothing wrong with being honest.
You saw Azza’s Adam’s apple bob. He came even closer, so close you meant to feel the heat radiating from him and recognized your figure reflected in his eyes. “Really?”
You nodded.
And with that, you were pressed against the cold window pane, your lips caught in an ardent kiss.
Hot bodies pressed together, tightly clinging to each other in a passionate embrace. His tongue pried open your mouth and brushed past your teeth to entangle with yours, and his hands kept groping up and down, teasing your waist and the base of your thighs, tenderly caressing your neck and cheeks. All his longing and yearning was put into this kiss, brimming with years of unspoken feelings.
He left you utterly breathless.
When your lips parted, his were reddened and glistening, and his bright eyes seemed to sparkle in the warm light.
It made you want to kiss him again, and again and again, until your lips were numb and his red as blood. Better yet if you really managed to make him bleed…
Azza pressed a kiss to your neck and sucked hard. The sensation sent another tingle into your crotch, making your erection press painfully against your pants, and you couldn’t help moaning.
Satisfied with your reaction, the fallen angel smiled gently. Then, he unexpectedly kneeled. One hand on your hip and the other fiddling with your zipper, he looked up at you, his smiling lips tantalizingly close to your dick and the way he blinked his eyes felt like cupid’s arrow hitting your heart.
“May I?” he asked.
The low tone of his voice was so sexy you nodded without hesitation.
So he unzipped your pants, gently freeing your cock. His warm touch on your shaft and his hot breath hitting your tip made you leak.
“Azza…”
He hummed, parted his reddened lips, and stuck out his tongue. Warm, wet, and soft, the flexible appendage licked up the drop of milky white pre cum, slowly gliding over your glans. The tip of his tongue even dipped into your little slit.
Leaning back against the cold window yet still feeling unsteady on your legs, you groped a bit and finally gripped Azza’s shoulders.
What happened after proved this move was one of great foresight.
Azza tenderly licked along your erect cock, leaving behind trails of warm saliva that quickly cooled on your skin and made you tremble. Once your cock was covered in his saliva, he kissed the base and lightly sucked, working his way along your shaft in this way. When he finally reached your tip, he licked again, by the way parting his lips for your glans. His tongue slid along your underside and then retreated, allowing his mouth to close around you for a slow, strong suck.
“Azza— ah…!”
He took your cock into his mouth.
The way you twitched made him moan, the low vibrations resonating through the flesh and into your bones.
It wasn’t much, yet he made you unable to resist. Your light pink lust markings deepened in color at visible speed, your spade-tipped tail writhed within your pants, and your bat-like wings directly tore your top apart as they burst from your back.
More cum leaked from your dick as he took you in. Azza reflexively swallowed, and the naturally aphrodisiac fluid caused his eyes and cheeks to gradually flush. It was a sinfully beautiful sight, constantly enticing you to wreck the fallen angel with frenzied thrusts until he was cock-drunk and saturated with your scent.
His tongue curl against the underside of your shaft as he forced you further into his mouth. He was so tight and warm you already felt like you’d ascended to heaven, yet he didn’t stop. With some effort, he deep-throated your cock. The muscles constricted around your length and his neck bulged from the effort, and his lips gently enveloped your base.
Your cock throbbed in his mouth and throat, causing him to moan and you to throb again. And then he bobbed his head and swallowed repeatedly, and that was all he needed to make you cum.
You bit back a groan and glanced down at him, watching him narrow his eyes and gulp down your seed in enjoyment, his Adam’s apple moving with the action.
At that moment, the fallen angel looked particularly innocent yet obscene, like a pure angel obliviously drinking he forbidden nectar, unknowingly sinking into the depraved arms of lust and greed.
It made your throat itch and body pulse.
Guided by the innate instincts of your bloodline, you grabbed Azza by his hair and pulled him up. Your cock slipped from his lips and drew a line of shimmering saliva that you had no capacity to care for, and you entangled him in a sloppy kiss, drool dripping as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
While kissing, neither of you stayed idle. Hands groping and tugging, you somehow managed to pull of enough of your clothes that your chests and dicks were directly pressed together. You could feel his hot skin against yours, hands caressing your abdomen and throbbing heartbeat synchronizing with yours. The feathers of his wings tickled as they enveloped you, making you instinctively shrink your bat-like wings to fit into his embrace.
There was a certain dominance to this posture, stuck between his heat and the cold window, but with the way Azza was blushing…
You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him lift you by your thighs, allowing you to cling to his strong waist with your legs while his erect cock rubbed against your bare ass. Your spade-tipped tail subconsciously swayed, the tapered, velvety tip teasing his balls, and your nails dug into his tensed back as his warm, slender fingers carefully circled your puckered asshole.
“I can take it,” you breathed.
Azza looked at your eyes, nose, lips, and back up at your eyes, looking utterly enchanted. His voice was hoarse, “Are you sure?”
You gave him a deep kiss and mumbled quietly between your lips, “Sure as hell.”
Then he pulled back, lifted a hand, and made you suck two of his fingers. He played with your tongue, gently pinching and pressing down, thoroughly coating them in your saliva before removing them from your mouth. As his hand moved towards your rear, you could feel his touch without any contact. When he finally reached your little bud, the cool wet touch made you shiver, and the first finger was clasped tightly as he made to unfurl your tight petals.
Azza paid close attention to your expressions, all the while showering your face and neck with kisses as gentle as spring rain. In this way, he quickly noticed that whenever his finger brushed over a particular spot within you, you’d tremble and tense and flush, breathing harder and moaning softly while your tip leaked milky drops.
The seductive scent of your lust nearly drove him mad.
Your asshole had barely adapted to the first finger when the second followed, opening you further.
Under the influence of your aphrodisiac and the eruption of his repressed emotions, it took all his patience to stretch you. Yet when he was finally done, he was still restraining himself, not wanting to accidentally hurt you.
His leaking tip nudged your asshole and slowly pressed inside. The girth of his curved cock smoothed out your wrinkles and teased your sensitive spots as he entered, stuffing you to the brim. He was so big bottoming out meant being buried balls deep within your tight ass, and when you tensed your muscles, the rim of your hole clamped down on his hilt.
Azza buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his sweet moan. “Gods, you feel divine…”
“And you feel hellishly good; do you even know how fucking big you are? Any more and you’ll make my stomach bulge…” you groaned.
Hearing this, he raised his head, looking at you with watery eyes and pursed lips. He appeared moments away from crying.
“…or you fuck me really hard.”
The fallen angel’s breathing got rougher, and then he gave you a deep and lingering kiss that made the base of your tongue numb as he started moving.
His feathers rustled and brushed over the thin skin of your wings, and his muscles flexed from holding you. Glistening with sweat and completely focused on you, he looked sexy as hell, making you crave more than just his tentative thrusts.
You kissed and bit and the tip of your tail teased the inside of his thigh. The shudder it sent through him translated into a throbbing of his cock, particularly obvious against your sensitive walls. Your resulting little moan, like everything of you, was pure seduction to him.
And so, Azza fucked you against the cold window pane, the pump of his hips scooting you up a little against the smooth surface fogging up from your body heat. His hot lips slipped from yours and covered your neck, his hands gripped your ass and thighs like you were his anchor, and the way his glans dragged over prostate made you constantly leak pre cum all over his abs. The milky white liquid ran down, snaking along the bulging veins above his crotch, disappearing into his pubic hair, and finally staining his tight balls, which your tail had at some point wrapped around.
His balls and face reddened more and more and his thrusts grew fiercer. Finally, he went so hard he really made your belly bulge as you arched your back in your first orgasm of the night.
Your entire body tingled, like a gentle current of electricity running along your nerves and magic humming in your bones. Fingers digging into Azza’s back and abdomen tightening, throwing your head back in a choked moan, your release erupted. Milky drops of cum splattered across the fallen angel’s toned chest, a few even reaching his lips. Feeling the sticky liquid, his tongue swept over the corner of his mouth in a quick lick.
“Fuck,” you grabbed the back of his head and kissed him fiercely.
Want and need entwined so intimately it was impossible to distinguish them from each other, coalescing in an emotion beyond words, defying any and all possible explanations. Yet whatever it was, it ran so deep it might’ve as well been an intrinsic part of you, and it was absolutely, utterly inseparable from Azza.
Your tail clenched and you clawed at his back. You wanted pain, wanted pleasure, wanted to mark and possess him.
And he ravaged your tight ass with his girthy, curved cock as if he wanted to mold you to his shape. His rhythm matched your heartbeat and overtook it, going fast and hard to vent his desire. He made you climax again and again, throbbing and groaning and crying every time you squeezed him.
Seeing his eyes reddened by lust and tears, you only felt more aroused. You couldn’t help teasing him, nibbling on his neck and playfully relaxing your tail only to tense it again just before he could cum. The way he bit his lower lip and begged you to let him cum stoked your bad taste. Licking away his tears, you said, “Cry for me.”
Azza whimpered, then intensified his efforts.
Drowned by the frenzied onslaught of pleasure he brought, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled. He made you come so many times your dick ached and your cum was turning translucent, smeared across your chests and dripping down your stomachs. To you, it was just sticky, but for him, it burned on his skin and brought him ever closer to exploding.
Finally, after one last orgasm, you relaxed. You slipped a bit, wings drooping a little and spade-tipped tail releasing his balls.
The fallen angel roared. He rammed his cock balls-deep into your ass, throbbing and pulsing as he came, hands clenching hard enough to bruise. Load after load of cum was pumped into you and slowly dribbled with his shallow thrusts riding the afterglow of his climax.
You caressed his tear-stained face and kissed him.
Azza responded tenderly, even as his legs softened and you slowly slid down, leaving a trail on the fogged up window.
Sweaty and satisfied, you leaned against each other.
Fucked into submission ~ (top male bully victim Oc x bottom male bully reader) 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
WC:.2.2K
Tags: Sloppy blow jobs, degrading [just a little], anal creampie, hair pulling, closet sex, blackmailing, use of spit as lube, and slight spanking, choking [just a little holding readers neck during the smut scene!] <3
To say you weren't a good guy was and understatement, you were popular what was the point in being nice when you can have what you want and run the school! You had been this way since primary school honestly but you found this one boy in middle school, Erik and he was the perfect target. Short and a little shy with this dumb look to him as he stared at you in class. You'd bully him all through middle school and by the time you made it to high school you had just assumed he swapped districts because you never seen the nerdy boy you used to bully around anymore?
You held your popularity well, everything transferred as soon as you were in high school you had reputation you were desirable with a pretty girlfriend but you still had this entitled mentality that you were the best acting as if you were some god at the school and that's what pissed Erik off more than anything. He despised your guts from afar hating on you but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt specially everytime he's seen you in the locker room and poor you didn't even notice him I mean why would you he's not the same small little middle schooler anymore.
Erik now stood at a staggering six foot five with him being a jock, his hair all messy and black his build being more bulky now almost double your mass in comparison. You were walking down the long hallways of your school skipping your geometry as always as you walk into the schools janitor closet which at this point was basically your spot your hide out if put into childish terms, Erik knew this just like he knew you liked to skip your geometry so to say you were met with a surprise whenever you shut the door behind you in the closer was an understatement.
"Who the hell are you?" You huff out crossing your arms rudely glaring up at Erik with not the slightest bit of recognition as you blink up at him "I'm not that forgettable am I?.....bully me for three years and you can forget me that easy? Oh I'm hurt" Erik spoke in a cold almost uncaring voice with his words laced with venom and something else...maybe lust?
"Scuse me you have a forgettable face!" You try to insult trying to come across as intimidating but all that does is make Erik all the happier with what he's about to do, "well I'm the boy you decided to bully in middle school remember that?" Erik speaks stepping closer to you pulling you further into the janitors closet pushing you against the racks of cleaning supplies as the look of realization finally clicks on your face.
"Erik?...." The word slip from your lip murmuring his name silently all wide eyed not yet knowing how to react but before you can think his mouth is on yours. "Oh seems like someone can remember now~" he coos mockingly as he runs his hand down to your thigh lifting one up onto his hip making you gasp when his bulge presses hard to your groin.
"W-hat the hell do you think you're doing!" You muffle out between the wet kisses as your cock starts to harden against his from all the friction "you're seriously getting off on this? How fucking pathetic" Erick says using his other hand to grip your chin tight looking down at you in the eyes as your lips press to a unintentional pout making him snarl as he soon retracts his hand from your face.
His hands tracing down to his belt undoing it as he unzips his jeans not fully pulling them down just enough to get his cock out as it stands at a solid nine inches with a angry red looking tip oozing pre cum as he reached grappling hold of your hair as he pushes you onto your knees on the floor of the closet "better start sucking you whore" he taunts down at you as he holds you by the hair with one hand using his other to guide the head of his cock to your mouth.
"Mh-mf~" a slight whine from you comes as you slowly part your lips wrapping them around his head as your tongue lazily licks across his slit, you've never felt so humiliated and gone before in your whole life until now "bet your girlfriend would love to see her boyfriend on his knees suckin a cock like a common slut~ hm?" Erik removes his hand off his shaft gripping your hair tighter as he shoves your head down on his cock making you Gag and choke, "nn—o" you whimper your lips all plump around the base of his cock as your face gets shoved into the pubes on his groin drooling sloppily all ditsy on your knees from the kissing
Your tongue laps around him slurping weakly as you stare up at him batting your lashes your eyes all glossed over and doe like as you sit on your knees in the janitor closet not even fighting him as he roughly grips your head and pushes it to the wall starting to thrust his hips face fucking you in an unforgiving manor "looks live I've found myself a nice little pocket pussy ain't I?" Erik grunts looking down with a sly grin seeing you too busy choking on his dick to speak as your cheeks puff out trying to slurp up your own spit as it runs down your chin dripping onto the smooth floors of the closet.
"Do you feel humiliated?...good this is what you deserve for thinking you're so good, now look at you on the floor with a cock down your throat" he groans and reaches into his back pocket with his free hand opening up his camera as soon as the flash goes off your heart stops "D—d yo-u ake ah picture~" you try and speak with his cock in your mouth all wide eyed realizing what Erik just did as you stare up at him with that look on your face making his cock pulse hard "oh go—" Erik throws his head back wilting out a guttural groan nearly dropping his phone as he holds your hair tighter shoving your face all the way into his groin keeping you there.
The phone put to the side in the closet as you choke on the hot cum that floods your mouth shooting straight against the back of your throat leaving no room for it to be spat out as he lets go of your hair and steps back with his cock still hard as you sit coughing on your knees with your once pristine hair all messy. "Why'd you take a picture!" You coughed out staring up at him your voice scratchy and sore from being face fucked as you sit left with the taste of his cock in your mouth "think of it as insurance I own you now"
Getting pulled up by Erik with his hand on your shoulder as he turns you around bending you over pushing you all up against the cubbies in the janitor closet "better not get too vocal unless you want the whole school to see the kinda slut you are?" He teases a little undoing your jeans slipping them around your ankles pulling the waistband of your boxers down leaving your ass exposed to him "I'm not a damn bottom!" You yelp out as a last resort to hold some sorta dominance but that all fades when he gives your ass a hard slap leaving your cheek red "ow~" you crane your head down against the cubby hitting your bottom lip as you hold onto it.
"Watch what you say or I might just let your girlfriend see the way you suck on another guys cock" he murmurs punching your cheek as he uses his hands to pull them apart showing your pink rim winking and puckering at him making him smile spitting on it using his tip to rub it in while you flutter your lashes trying to stay quiet as his tip prods and nudges its way into your ass "shit" you hiss in pain when his cock sinks into you making him pull you by your hips grounding your as cheeks to him as he mounts you from behind making your thighs quiver with your cock stiff pressed to your shirt making your pre cum rub into the fabric.
"So tight for a whore?~" Erik leans down in four ear with you all bent and pressed to the cubby as he reaches his left hand around off your hip and onto your cock giving it a tough tug as he gives his hips a pump forward making your red cheeks ripple "h-ah—Erik" you mewl out your eyes all wide and dumb when his cock presses perfectly to your prostate making your cock pulse in his hand with your pre cum running down your shaft as your hands ball up clutching the sides of the cubby to keep yourself stable in the dark closet.
"What did I say bout being quiet, is this cock so good you can't remember what I said?" "Erik huffs right into the shell of your ear from behind as his right hand slips off your hips reaching up to wrap around your neck squeezing your Adam apple making it hard to speak as you tremble your throat still sore from giving him a blow job. Feeling his cock persistently inside you nudging against your sweet spots bruising your gummy like walls leaving them tender and raw as he fucks you.
"Can't help it~~!" You start to drool on yourself with your rim puckering around him sloppily trying to clench and unclench around his cock as you shivered holding onto the cubby arching your back a little when he keeps stroking your cock in time with his thrusts leaving you half brain dead with your cheeks all pink your eyes in the back of your head from pleasure.
"You like that huh? You're so hard for me ain't cha!" You can feel his lips grinning wolfishly against your ear as he picks up his speed thrusting into y oh harder letting go of your neck only for a second with his right hand slapping your left ass cheek as it presses to his groin before his hand pinches the red cheek harshly while his hand finds its way back to your hip holding your cock with this other hand.
"F-fuhh~!" Mewling out as you bite on your bottom lip to shut yourself up when his cock pounds against you assaulting your insides feeling like you're being stretched past your limits while your eyes roll back further your mouth pressed agape like O' with your hands gripping hold of the cubby letting your ass clamp around his cock greedily sucking him back in every time. "Mh the way yer pulsing round me like yer bout to bust open all over herself ya greedy little slut~" Erik coos in your ear picking up his strokes on your cock making his hips slap against your ass cheeks making them even more red and sore from the constant slaps.
Before you can think you feel the pulse of his cock head against your bundle of nerves "ngh! Ohh hah!" Your legs trembling the only thing holding you up is his hand on your hip when your cock pulses in his hand shuddering harshly as it shoots rope after rope squirting your cum messily on a few of the cubby's while spilling on your shirt leaving a wet stain on the fabric when your rim weakly spasms around his cock only holding the cubby, lips quivering with your once confident and arrogant personality faded leaving you in shambles unable to do anything but revel in a sub space in the closet with Erik behind you still lodged deep inside your ass.
"That's it milk it you fuckin bitch~" he lets out a grunt as he pushes his cock deeper inside you holding his place behind you with his hand slipping off your cock to hold your hips still pressed flush against his groin as his cock head starts to pulse letting thick ropes of his cum release dead on your prostate as he fills you up making your belly feel warm at the hot molten seed he planted inside you.
"Er—Ik~!" You drool feeling your hole spasm a few more times weakly milking the last of his seed doing little to shut yourself up when his cock slowly pulls out of you. You're left barely holding yourself up gripping the cubby in the janitors closet with your rim all puffy and oozing cum as it runs down your thighs leaving you completely recked and fucked out while your thighs shake, you're so far gone you can't even think to care when you hear another camera flash behind you from Erik.
"I think we should do this again don't you?....or I could just let the whole world see what a cock hungry little whore the schools prince is?~" Erik hums while pulling up his boxers slowly pulling up his jeans adjusting his belt clicking a few more photos of you In this state before he roughly grips your chin planting a few wet kisses making sure to picture and save them in his phone for his blackmail of course!
Synopsis- You marry Dragon emperor Sylus as a treaty between your countries, you rarely see him and he decides to make an appearance on your birthday, except he doesn’t quite know it’s your birthday. He’s furious when he finds out and forces you to spend the day, and night with him.
A/n: reader’s sex gets called a cunt btw… also wrote this for the loml birthday that was last month.. kinda rushed.
Also if you like this kinda stuff there’s a rafayel one!! Read me and a Zayne one!! Read me
You and Emperor Sylus got married a little while ago, as part of a treaty between your two countries. You didn’t want to marry him, but you have to out of duty.
For the sake of your country.
The wedding was grand, extravagant in ways you wouldn’t have thought of if you got to plan it. Silk white drapes embroidered with golden threads hang from the ceiling, it takes you a while to realize that the pattern of the thread was that of a dragon.
Unsurprising considering who you were marrying.
Royals and nobles alike offered nothing but jewels and gold as a congratulatory gift, most were for you surprising even your husband.
Everyone knows how much a dragon likes to hoard.
Speaking of your husband— throughout the entire event, his eyes never left you. No matter where you were in the room you were always able to turn and see his piercing red eyes boring into you, his gaze cold, distant.
As rude as his staring was when your gazes met he had the decency to at least pretend he hadn’t been staring at you all night.
Your wedding day came and went and for a long while after it, you felt empty.
After your wedding ceremony, you were stuffed into a carriage and sent to a separate manor, one far away from your newly wedded husband.
If you can even call him that.
After all, you’re not properly married until you consummate your marriage at least that’s how the world in this day and age sees it.
Why would he marry you if he was just going to drop you off a half an hour away from him, surrounded by people you don’t know.
People who could want to assassinate you for all you know.
Not that he would care, he seems to busy doing other things.
He rides past your manor almost daily and yet he doesn’t stop, not for anything. The servants seem to pity you, but they think too highly of him to smudge his name with gossip.
That’s something you come to notice about the citizens here, they adore their emperor.
At first, you thought they feared him.
When he was near they didn’t talk loudly and they hardly dropped anything, but the moment he was gone they’d fawn over him and tell you how lucky you are that you’re the one who got to marry him.
A common phrase was always repeated
“I can’t believe we’re here with him!!”
The dragon emperor would visit you at times.
Briefly, almost as quick as it took you to take a piss.
He’d ask “How are you? Is there anything you need?” And right as the answer is out of your mouth he’s out the door.
He does this every week like clockwork.
And today, it seems, is the day he’ll do so this week.
You can hear is carriage stop outside your manor, the horses neighing as the coachman tries—and fails, to quiet them.
You can hear the tassel on his hilt clang against his scabbard as he hurries up the stairs, and finally, as he reaches the door he knocks.
Softly, as if he knows it’ll echo across the manor with how empty it is.
And he waits, patient as you walk towards the door.
He can hear you too.
You debate whether or not you should leave him there, tired of his pointless questions, tired of him acknowledging you then ignoring you in the same minute.
Your steps are slow and deliberate, waiting to see if he’ll get impatient and knock again, or better yet leave.
But no. He stays. Patient as always.
With a long sigh, you grab hold of the golden door handle, taking a deep breath before cracking it open.
“Hello, darling.” He drawls, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “Is everything okay with you?” He says, so low it’s almost like a whisper a look of concern on his face.
You can’t blame him for asking, especially with that look on his face.
You don’t exactly look your best today.
“I’m fine, my lord.” You say smiling tightly, “Nothing is better than spending your birthday alone after all.” Your voice drips with sarcasm as you say this, glaring at the dragonic man in front of you.
“Today’s your birthday?” He rushed out, tilting his head as he took a half step towards you.
“No, tomorrow is.” You chuckled out stepping further away from him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He growls, stepping further towards you.
For every step backwards you took he took another one forward as if something inside him was compelling him to do so, “you didn’t ask” you mumble, wincing when you bump into the corner of the wall too harshly.
The dragon huff’s obviously annoyed by this secret you decided to keep from him.
“Come with me” he demands, grabbing hold of your wrist before you can protest and dragging you out of your manor.
Sylus marched out of your manor and towards his carriage dragging you along with him, “My lord! Wait!” You yelp, trying to get him to slow down.
But that was all for naught, he’s a dragon for goodness’ sake, and you’re but a lord.
“Do not call me that,” he growls at you, “I am your husband, and you shall address me as such” he snarled lifting you and placing you inside the carriage.
“Well, I’m sorry, husband. It’s hard to remember I’m married when we live in separate manors.” You hum, turning away from him.
“If you didn’t like it, why didn’t you tell me?” He grunts out kneeling on the floor of the carriage in front of you, his eyes filled with a longing you’ve never seen before.
“Why would I? It’s quite obvious you don’t want to be wed to me, I mean, you didn’t even consummate our marriage.” You blurt out, before you could stop yourself.
Your face grew red as a small smirk made its way onto the dragon lord's face, “I’ve been holding myself back for nothing.” He purrs, shuffling closer towards you.
“The only reason you were in the blasted manor is because I was afraid I’d hurt you,” he says voice soft as cotton, “Since the moment I laid eyes upon you my dragon has longed to claim you” he pauses placing his hand on your hip and rubbing small circles there with his thumb, “I have longed to claim you.”
This statement from him shocks you.
You thought he was just waiting for you to die so he could marry someone else, someone he actually loves and wishes to have a family with.
“What..?” You query, eyebrows raised and eyes slanted. He's playing with you, he has to be.
“I’m not going to humor you nor play along with your game.” You huff, leaning back against the seat of the carriage, “I know you want nothing to do with me, it’s okay to be honest.” You mumble, deciding you had enough of your husband’s shenanigans and turning your head to look out the window.
“You’re my husband.”
“Out of political obligation, you didn’t even want to marry me.”
“If I didn’t want to marry you, the wedding wouldn’t have happened,” he snarls, smoke escaping from his nostrils.
“You-”
“ENOUGH!” He yells, cutting off your sentence, “You are my husband, my mate, my everything. A dragon wedding is more than that of a human's; it's not something you can force. It is the binding of our souls, yet our bond is incomplete, something I shall rectify immediately.” The way he says it scares you in a way, a very arousing way but in your defense as bad as you want to hate him he’s just so bloody attractive.
As if he can hear your thoughts he chooses that very moment to take a deep breath.
He pauses, eyes dilated as his gaze locks onto you.
You ignore the sight of his nostrils flaring and the trilling that starts in the back of his throat, focusing on the scenery outside of the carriage.
“Immediately indeed” he mutters, sighing as he finally sits down in a proper seat.
In the seat next to you no less.
“We have arrived!” The coachman yells as the carriage comes to a stop.
“Come, I wish to show you my hoard.” He purrs out, moving ahead of the coachman and opening the carriage door, jumping out and holding his hand out towards you.
You scoff, glaring down at him before ignoring his outstretched hand entirely stepping out of the carriage on your own.
The dragon merely smiles down at you, unfazed by your attitude, and grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers.
“Don’t worry, baobei. By the end of the night, all of those untoward feelings towards me will be nothing but a bad dream” he hums, looking down at your interlaced hands, smiling as he takes in the difference between the sizes of your hands.
He nods to the coachman signaling that he can leave, before marching up the stairs to his palace or, ‘hoard’ as he put it.
This isn’t the palace where you married, you realize as you take in the scenery around you. This one is more secluded.. more private. Covered in the wilderness of the earth around it, “Do you like it?” A voice tones, interrupting your thought process.
You glanced up at the male next to you, fixing your lips to mutter the word ‘no’ before you take one more glance at your surroundings. You realize that the sights surrounding you are too beautiful to lie about.. and he’d probably know you were lying anyway. So, you grant him a single nod.
“I’m glad you like it,” he rumbles, leaning down towards you and placing a small peck on your temple.
You glare in response, frustrated that after all this time he finally wants to act like a true husband because it’s your birthday.
“Oh don’t look at me like that,” he pleads, opening the door to his hoard, “in you go baobei.” he muses, placing a hand on the small of your back and shoving you—not pushing— shoving you inside.
The moment you’re both inside the door is closed and locked, the hall is dark except for the red glow of your husband’s eyes.
You blink trying to adjust your eyesight to the darkness of the room, before you realize that the dragon's hand is still on the small of your back.
The claws at his fingertips sink into your flesh, possessive in a way, and you’re suddenly all too aware of how alone you both truly are.
“My darling,” he purrs, leaning down to place his chin on the top of your head.
There’s something in his voice when he says it, something dark, something you can’t exactly pinpoint.
He slides his hand from the small of your back to your pelvis, right atop your uterus.
He sinks his claws into there too.
You bite back a whine, the shock of it sending you into the tips of your toes.
“I have longed to have you here with me” he whispers, voice soft and gentle despite his actions.
“It took everything in me not to use my rule as your husband— your emperor to have you with me.” As he says this his claws dig deeper, hooking onto the flesh they’ve penetrated.
“I had to settle for coming to see you once a week— my visits short and brief out of fear I’d lose control.” He pauses, listening to your soft and short whines as you grip at his wrist trying to get his claws out of you. “But that only keeps a dragon sane for so long” he moans out, finally listening to your pleading whines and removing his claws from so deep in your flesh. “A dragon cannot rest until its most precious treasure is lying within its hoard,” he chimes, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around, smiling when he sees the stray tear trailing down your face.
He leans down, opens his mouth, and licks the tear up before it could fall onto the fabric of your vest. “Oh don’t cry, my darling,” he pouts, getting down on his knees in front of you, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you closer to him.
“You see, I put you in that cursed manor to protect you. For I knew, if I had you where I wanted you. I wouldn’t be able to control myself” he whines, nuzzling into your pelvis, shushing you when you cry out from the pressure.
“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he purrs, hooking his claws into your pants, “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” And with that, he pulls, tearing the clothes from your body .
“My lord-” you choked out, shocked at how he’s behaving before you’re interrupted by a deep growl, filled with rage.
“I told you not to call me that.”
You cover your body in shame, embarrassed that you’re nude in such a public place, where anyone can just walk in and see.
“I am your husband, you shall address me as such” he snarls, glancing up at you and frowning once he sees you covering yourself, “I am your husband, there’s no need to hide yourself from me.” He says it softly, a complete contrast to how he’s been acting lately.
“Are you embarrassed?” He questions, smiling before kissing your stomach.
“There’s no need, the servants won’t tell a soul” he hums, trying to reassure you. “And if they do, I’ll simply eat theirs” with that he attacks. Yanking you down by your legs so that you fall perfectly into his lap, you scream— obviously— the suddenness of the act frightening you. A few hours ago this man was a cold and distant husband, practically a stranger to you. But now…now he’s on his knees practically worshiping you.
He mutters fervent whispers against your naked flesh, clutching at every part of you that he can reach. “I shall take you, properly. As a husband should.” His voice is strained, almost like he’s struggling to get his words out.
“But first, we must make it to our nest” he purrs, the strange, inhuman sound building up in his chest and shaking your body with it. And suddenly, with no time to process, you’re being carried down stairs, bridal style of course, nothing less for an emperor’s mate.
Candle flames begin to appear like magic, lighting up the faces of the servants eagerly taking in your naked form. Strangely enough, their eyes do not hold a speck of lust in them. They’re simply excited to see you, in the emperor’s hoard— where you belong.
Your husband is focused on the task of getting you to the center of the room, where a bed of furs lies, surrounded by all the jewels the dragon has collected over the years.
His strides are long and hurried, barely paying attention to his servants as he heads toward his goal that is mere steps away.
In a breath, you are there. Your husband apparently remembered that it’s much faster to fly than walk, the flashed movement catches you off guard. Not used to being teleported halfway across a room, in less than a second.
Unfortunately, your husband could not care less.
Too focused on getting in between your legs and breeding you than making sure you’re okay with the sudden change in scenery.
“My darling” he drawls, breathing heavily as he carefully sets you down on the layer of furs. “I’m afraid I cannot be as gentle, about this moment as I would like to be,” he says ‘gentle’ like the word has personally wronged him by simply existing, “my dragon will not let me.”
He strips quickly, frustrated that he’s even wearing robes in the first place. His tail comes to wrap itself around your thigh, as he tears the last of the clothes away from his skin; he sighs in relief as he’s finally freed from them, his eyes falling shut as he welcomes the cool air against his heated skin.
His eyes stay shut as he regulates his breathing, then his tail tightens around your thigh, he plays with the flesh there, drawing invisible shapes onto it using the tip of his tail to do so. Then with a lick of his lips, he opens his eyes, just a sliver, you barely noticed at first until you saw the red glow to them, shining down at you in the dimly lit room.
He reaches out towards you, placing his hand on your clawed pelvis, he presses down on it before humming unhappily, “It’s so empty” he hisses, upset that he has yet to fill you.
“Don’t worry, my sweet.” He croons, caressing the injured flesh there. “I shall fix that” he trails his clawed hands downward, towards his treasured goal, “I shall fill your empty, hollow womb with my essence,” he promises, using his tail's grip on your thigh to spread your legs apart for him.
His eyes widen once your moistened cunt comes into view, the glow of his eyes brightening as he takes in the sight of it. His clawed fingers eagerly come to caress it, his pupils sharpen as he watches your back arch at the sudden pleasure bestowed upon you.
“I cannot use my fingers upon you,” he mutters, a mocking tone lingering underneath the words, “but-“ he pauses, his tails unraveling from around your thigh and slithering towards your core, “I suppose this will do?” He phrases it like it’s a question, but you both know it’s not. His tail is already pressing against your opening when it is said, not waiting for permission to enter you.
“My lord-”
“Husband” you are interrupted by him, his tail steadily pushing into you, “or better yet, Sylus” he hums, watching you with glee as you shake and writhe as his tail splits you open.
“Sylus, husband— please” you whine, your thighs shake as his hand begins to play with your clit as if it’s a fidget toy. “That’s it, call out my name” he groans, sliding himself between your thighs as his tail finally reaches the barrier to your womb.
“ I shall see that all your needs are seen to” he hums, leaning down to kiss your clavicle, he offers it a soft peck before sinking his fangs into the thin flesh there. Groaning out as he listens to your pleasure-pained cries, he bites down harder, drawing out your delicious blood.
The taste of your blood sparks a noticeable change in the dragon hybrid atop you, his hand moves from your clit to your thigh and he uses that grip to hike your leg onto his hip, shifting his tail deeper into you past that cursed barrier and further into the deepest part of you.
With an unhappy grunt, the dragon removes himself from his spot, “We’re almost there, my darling” he purrs, thrusting his tail further into you.
Answering your whines and whimpers with kisses of devotion and reverence.
He moved his tail impatiently as he fucks it into you, tired of feeling you warming his tail and longing for you to warm his cocks instead.
“I can’t” he whines out, abruptly pulling his tail out of your cunt, chirring at the loud whimper it drew from you, “I can’t wait any longer, I must have you” he trills like a madman, letting his cocks fall from the slit between his legs, grinning down at you when you gasp at the sight of them.
He cannot blame you, they are not like human cocks. Textured with smooth black scales and blood red barbs, lines of crimson red are branched out across both his cocks. The hole of the top one is wider— for the depositing of eggs, his ovipositor. The one at the bottom is longer, it will reach the deepest parts of you and fill you in ways unbeknownst to you. He will use both of them to ruin you for any and everyone, both human and dragon. He will claim you entirely.
He offers you a soft kiss upon the lips, savoring the taste of you. Humming in key with your whine as he brutally pushes into you, only one of his cocks— his ovipositor. He wasn’t lying when he said he would see you filled tonight.
He laughs as you cry out to the skies, he thrusts into you steadily, hard and fast, his speed doesn’t waver unless it is to speed up. He smiles down at you as you try to escape his powerful thrusts, clawing at the furs beneath as if that would help you.
“Look, my love” he quips, tilting your head to the side, towards the eyes of the servants eagerly taking in your coupling with childish cheer hidden in their eyes. Sylus kisses down your neck as you take in the gaze of the servants watching you, chuckling as he watches you gaze back at them.
“They have longed to see you,” he whispers into your ear, sliding his hand from your thigh to your waist as he listens to your choked off moans. “Moreso than me it would seem,” You would expect him to sound jealous of that fact, but instead he sounds absolutely delighted. Happy that his servants— citizens welcomed and embraced you.
“They have accepted you as my one and only mate” he purrs, closing his eyes in pleasure as he feels his eggs begin to make their descent. “My eggs” he chokes out, tightening his grip on you, ignoring your pained cries as his claws find home in your unsullied flesh. “They’re coming” he cries out, almost pained in the way he says it.
“You’ll take them” he whines out, eyes wide and glowing as he turns your head back towards him, “you’ll take them for me, yes?” He whimpers, he asks this but his hips do not slow. He doesn’t even brace for the possibility of you saying no, he just thrusts into you nonstop, unyielding.
“Please, say you will darling,” he cries, speeding his hips up as his first egg begins to push itself out of him and into you. “Sylus” you cry as it begins to spread you wide. “I can’t” you hiccup, clawing at the furs now soaked with both your juices. “It’s too much” you whine, as the egg continues to spread you wide, “Sylus.” You whimper, tears filling your eyes as you gaze up at him.
“You can take it, sweetheart, I know you can.” He pants trying to coax his egg into you so that it may lie safely in your womb, “you can take all of me, I know it.” He groans, hissing in pleasure as the egg finally passes into you.
He shushes you as the egg is pushed past your cervix and into your once-empty womb, “There is much more to follow,” he groans out, sighing in relief as the rest of the eggs pile up in his ovipositor, awaiting their turn to enter you.
“Sylus,” you whine, lifting your hands to weakly push at his shoulders, “wait- I have to” you pant, tears spilling down your face as you try to get the words out. It doesn’t matter, he’s a one-minded man, focused only on filling your cunt with his eggs and seed.
You’re cumming before you can get the words out, thighs twitching, back arching as the overwhelming pleasure courses through you.
“That’s a good boy,” he grins, watching as you cum undone as he fills you with his eggs, one by one. He watches as your eyes flutter shut in pleasure only to reopen as yet another is stuffed inside your womb, he watches as your moans become hums and whines. He watches as your stomach rounds with his eggs and your mouth fills with drool, eyes rolling into the back of your head as pleasure overcomes you.
“That’s all of them” he pants once all the eggs are pushed into you, leaning down to press a kiss to your soft open lips, “there’s roughly twenty of them,” he says, caressing your round stomach with his hand.
He smiles as you slow blink at him, barely registering what he’s saying just knowing that he’s saying something, “regrettably, we’re not done yet,” he trills, slowly pulling out of your swollen hole, shushing the whine it pulls from your lips. “We still have to fertilize them.” He crooned, sliding his other cock in as he said so. Groaning as he bottomed out, “I’ll try to make this quick my dear.”
“Sylus please, fill me.” You cry, fucking yourself on his cock. “I wanna be full” You’re delirious with pleasure, choking on saliva as he fucks into you as he had before. Jostling the eggs inside you, “I will, as I promised” he coos, watching intently as you fuck yourself onto his cock.
“I’m so close” you whimper, your over-sensitive nerves firing as they’re stimulated repeatedly. “Cum for me.” He calls, wrapping his tail around your waist, “cum on my cock, darling, milk me for all I’m worth” he begs, shuddering when you tighten around him in orgasm, “yes, that’s it.” He whispers, purring as he watches you twitch in pleasure. “Take what you want from me,” he coos, panting as his end comes near.
“I shall leave you full and satisfied, my love. Round with my seed, and draped in my jewels” he hums, speeding up his thrusts as his completion nears, kissing down your neck as he awaits it.
His tail tightens around his waist as his orgasm rolls over him, barbs sinking into the flesh of your walls, his wings spread behind him, fluttering as his cum spills in you. He roars as he fills you, wings lifting you both from the furs, the servants— you notice— are roaring with him. Cheering on his success in filling you with children, clapping with delight at the thought of having little dragons to attend to.
Once the emperor is fully emptied, he lowers you back down to the furs. Wrapping his wings around both of you, “Happy Birthday, darling.” He purrs, rubbing his horns against you. Trying to get more of his scent on you.
“Is this to your standards?” He asks, sighing against your neck, “I loved it, dear” you mutter, running your hands in his hair, scratching at the base of his horns. “The very best birthday gift.” You hum, tired from all of your previous activity.
“I didn’t hurt you?” He asks, tiredness evident in his voice as he does so. “No, of course not.” You assure him, smiling softly at him, “You did everything I asked.”
“Fucking hated it, being apart from you is the worst.” He pouts, trying to bury himself further into your neck. “Rest now, my love” he whispers, caressing your stomach. “I shall make sure you and the children are safe.” He coos, the glow of his eyes returning.
A rumble starts in his chest as he begins to purr, pulling you into the kingdom of dreams.
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A/n: I have to wake up in like 2 hours but I decided to finish this instead!! (*≧∀≦*)
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. he doesn’t just love you with his words. he loves you with the full strength of him. over and over again.
𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. headcanon / blurb collection [1.7k].
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳 corenswet!clark 〳 established relationship 〳top!clark 〳 bottom!reader 〳 cockwarming 〳 size kink 〳 belly bulging 〳 cumplay 〳 overstimulation 〳 deep penetration 〳 worship (of reader’s body + clark’s body) 〳 soft dom!clark 〳 dirty talk 〳 fingering 〳 muscle kink 〳rimming (r!receiving) 〳body worship 〳 post-sex intimacy 〳 reader has a gaping, cum-leaking hole 〳 clark cums a lot
What the Body Remembers
He kisses you like he’s sorry he wants you this much.
Fucks you like he never learned how to stop needing.
Clark Kent isn’t unaware of his body—the strength of it, the size, the way people look—but he never uses it to dominate. Not unless you ask.
Not unless you beg.
When he’s inside you, he’s not a god or a weapon. He’s a man. One who loves you, fills you, touches you like a prayer said every night in private.
One who breaks your body open with reverence, and then makes pancakes.
This is what it’s like to be undone by Superman.
Muscle Memory
He fucks you slowly at first, like he's afraid of being too much.
He knows how big he is, how your stomach bulges when he presses in just right. He sees the way your back arches, the way your mouth parts, trembling and breathless, already stuffed so full of him. And he still asks if you're okay. Always. Softly. A kiss at your temple, even while you're shaking.
But then there's the moment he hears your breath hitch and sees you look down. Sees you watching your own belly stretch with the obscene outline of his cock. Something flips. That quiet awe in his chest turns into hunger.
He rocks into you harder, the bed frame groaning under both your bodies. He watches your thighs start to quiver. Watches your hands scrabble for anything—him, the sheets, your own cock— and he doesn’t stop. Just breathes heavy and praises you, voice thick with arousal.
“You take me so good, baby,” he whispers. “Every time, I swear, you fit around me like you were made to. Just perfect.”
Worship
Sometimes he’ll slow down just to admire you like this. Not during foreplay—no, during. When you're already panting under him, hips slick and hole drooling with the stretch, and his cock keeps pressing deeper.
He palms your thighs with reverence, kisses down your chest like you’re some sacred thing. Big hands spreading your legs wider. Thumbs digging into the softest parts of you. He’ll murmur things under his breath that make your skin feel hot and holy.
“Love your body,” he says. “So soft. So pretty. All mine.
And when you clench around him at the praise, he fucking smiles.
Making His Mark
He cums too much. Always has. The first time he stayed the night, you woke up sore and leaking and still full—because you’d passed out before he’d even finished cleaning you up. Kryptonian stamina.
He apologized with breakfast in bed and a guilty smile, but when you told him you liked it, he blushed so hard it reached his ears
Now it’s become part of the routine. Every time he finishes, he stays inside, grinding in shallow, greedy circles like he’s trying to fuck it all in deeper. The sheets stained, your thighs sticky, your hole raw and red and dripping down the curve of your ass.
He watches you try to crawl away, boneless and overstimulated
“You can’t just… fill me like that,” you mutter, dizzy.
“You’re right,” he says. “I should do it again.”
Spent
He loves looking at you after. Really looking. Your chest rising and falling in slow, wrecked rhythm. Your lips parted, your eyes glazed, your thighs still twitching from the aftershocks. His cum leaking from your hole in thick, messy ropes, all down your skin, soaking into the sheets. You always look ruined, used, perfect.
He touches you like he’s not sure he deserves the sight. Just drags a hand down your chest, your thigh, breath caught in his throat. You’re gaping, still stretched wide around the memory of him, and he swears under his breath every time.
He brings a hand between your legs and drags two fingers through the mess. Shudders when you whimper from the touch.
“Jesus,” he whispers. “Look what I did to you.”
Muscle Memory II
Clark’s a big man. And when you worship him—really let your hands explore the stretch of his abs, the thick strength of his thighs, the wide expanse of his chest—he gets flustered. Because he doesn’t expect it. He doesn’t think you see him like that. But you do.
You kiss the line of his stomach, trace your tongue up to the cleft between his pecs, and he sucks in a breath every time.
“You’re beautiful,” you say.
He huffs out a laugh, ducking his head. “You think so?”
You palm him through his briefs—heavy, half-hard, already huge— and smile up at him.
“I know so.”
When you finally get him naked, you take your time. You kneel between his legs, run your hands across every inch of that body, skin warm and golden under your palms. You stroke his cock slow—long, thick, flushed pink at the tip—and tell him how good he looks like this, hard and wanting for you.
“I want you inside me,” you whisper. “Want you to fuck me open with this big fucking thing. Want you to fill your boyfriend with all that cum until it’s dripping out of me.”
His breath hitches. And then he gives you exactly what you asked for.
"Sweet heaven."
Where You Go Softest
There’s something about your body that Clark loves with aching intensity. Your thighs, especially. He says they’re his favorite place to rest his head, his hands, his mouth. You’ve seen him fuck himself stupid just from the sight of you spread open, thighs trembling, your cock flushed and leaking against your belly.
He grabs handfuls of your ass while he thrusts, steady and deep, burying his face in your neck to muffle the sounds he makes. Sometimes he just moans your name like a broken prayer.
“Could stay inside you forever,” he pants. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Squeezing me like that, fuck.”
And when he’s just eating you out? Forget it. He’s obsessed. Tongue buried in your hole, big hands pinning your hips down, leaving finger-shaped bruises across your ass as he devours you like he’s starved. He doesn’t stop until your cock’s twitching untouched on your stomach and your thighs are shaking around his ears.
Without Harm
When he holds you down, it’s not with force. It’s with care.
Clark cradles your waist with one hand, the other under your ass to angle your hips up, and it’s almost absurd how easy it is for him to manhandle you. He could bend you in half with one arm, pin your wrists above your head with a single hand, keep you in place while his cock drills deep.
But he never rushes.
Even when he’s fucking you hard: sweat beading at his temples, his broad chest slick and flexing over yours—he checks in. A hand brushing your cheek. A kiss between thrusts. A question, murmured against your throat.
“Still good, baby? Can you take more?”
You always say yes. Even when your body’s shaking. Even when your hole is raw and stretched wide open, swallowing him deeper than you ever thought you could take.
He presses a hand to your lower belly and moans when he feels himself inside you.
“God. That’s me.”
Overflow
Clark doesn’t need toys. Doesn’t need anything but you on your back, legs spread, begging him to go slow while your body contradicts you and sucks him in.
He’s thick from tip to base, flushed and heavy, the kind of cock that curves just enough to ruin you. You’ve never been able to take him all at once, not without working up to it. He helps; spit, fingers, gentle coaxing—and still, every time, your body trembles when he breaches you.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, rocking his hips. “Let me in. Let me fill you up.”
And he does.
You feel him for hours after. His cum drips out of you long after he’s pulled out—thick, cloudy, sticky strings that leave you ruined between the legs. Sometimes you can’t even close your thighs properly. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out at all.
You’ll feel it trickle out when you’re washing dishes or putting on pants, and he’ll catch you pausing with a faraway look in your eyes and murmur, “Still leaking?”
Evidence of Him
He never tires of seeing you like this.
Sprawled out beneath him, wrecked. Limbs slack. Hole gaping. His come dripping out in slow, shiny streaks down the curve of your ass and the inside of your thighs.
Clark watches. He runs his hand down your spine, dips his fingers between your cheeks, and hums at the sight of your trembling rim, twitching open, pink and raw and leaking. He never says much. Just soft sounds of awe.
A whispered “Christ,” maybe, or “You look perfect like this.”
Sometimes he spreads you open again just to see it.
To see how loose you are. How thoroughly he’s fucked you. How your hole flutters like it misses him already.
“You need me again?” he asks, almost innocent. Thumb still dragging through the mess he left.
You nod. Of course you do.
He’s already hard again.
The Unravel
It doesn’t take long to unravel.
Clark can take you standing up, bent over the sink, pressed against the wall, or face down in bed with a pillow under your hips. Every angle stretches you in new ways. Every time feels like the first time.
Sometimes it’s fast. You’re soaked already, hungry for him, and he’s in you with one smooth thrust. Sometimes it’s slower. Long strokes, deep grinding, his hand around your cock while he fills you.
Your body doesn’t know what to do with him. It tries to reject the stretch, even as your moans get louder, your back arches, your legs shake.
And when you come: ruined, overstimulated, voice cracking from how hard you cry out. Clark follows with a deep, full groan.
He never pulls out.
Rest, Ripe, and Heavy
Afterward, he’s always starving.
You’re still trying to catch your breath, still aching and loose and wrecked, and Clark’s already pulling on a pair of sweats, padding barefoot into the kitchen. You call after him.
“Can you give me like five minutes before you start making dinner?”
He pops his head back in, cheeks pink, curls messy.
“I wasn’t gonna make dinner,” he says. “Just a snack.”
You laugh, rubbing your stomach. “You just blew my back out.”
He shrugs, sheepish. “I’m still a growing boy.”
You roll your eyes and tell him to come back to bed, and he does, climbing under the sheets with you, hand pressed to your belly, whispering he’s sorry for how sore you’ll be tomorrow.
He’s not sorry.
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