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Summary: You've been working at the Victorian Housekeeping Co. for around a couple of months now! You've been getting along with your colleagues well enough, but...you just can't seem to find the motivation to do any actual work aside from the occasional sweeping around the base. Luckily, your boss has found the perfect way to motivate you to actually pull your weight and earn your keep!
Warning(s): Rough Sex, Fingering, Overstimulation, Light Bondage (Reader is tied up with a belt at the end), Brat-Taming (Lycaon is a bit of a gentle!dom in this one albeit a bit stern), Heavy Orgasm Denial themes, Reader is a bit of a masochist for having their orgasm taken away from them ngl, Age Gap (Reader's in early-to-mid twenties and Lycaon's in mid-to-late thirties. Though it's not harped on in the fic tbh),
Side Note(s): I was lowkey a hater to the brat-taming kink, but writing this fic has slowly opened my eyes to it ngl. 👀. Hope you enjoyed this fic anon!
"I just don't feel like doing anything."
Your words sounded absolutely and utterly bored. Cutthroat and dry as you stood in your boss's office, leaned up against the door while you texted on your phone without sparing the wolf thiren so much as a single glance, even though you could feel his eyes glaring holes into the front of your forehead. You could hardly be convinced to give a damn! However, Lycaon supposed that he shouldn't have expected your attitude to suddenly change just because he called you into his office to reprimand you for your poor performance since you've been hired.
There was a reason why you and Ellen got along so well.
The two of you had an aloof attitude towards work, doing just enough to get by and to get paid. However, where Ellen actually did work that required her to go into the Hollows alongside him and Rina from time to time...you hadn't done anything of the sort.
He'd been forced to witness and endure your lazy attitude for months.
You were fine with sweeping the floors of the headquarters, polite even when you were asked to serve tea to the masters who had contacted the company for a job! Despite that aloof attitude of yours, you got along well with the other workers and even had enough diligence to attend monthly lessons to improve your skills of perfecting servitude. However...whenever someone would contact the company for a job and Lycaon made the mistake of sending you.
The company would suddenly receive less-than-stellar reviews.
Lazy.
Unkempt
'They were two hours late! I had to hire someone else!'
The poor wolf was getting a headache just thinking about it, beginning to rub his forehead with his thumb and index finger as he tried to think of a way to remedy this situation, to hopefully spark some gumption into how you performed for this company. And while it'd be easy to just fire you and be done with it, to politely suggest that you find another place of employment...Lycaon cared for him employees and took a reasonable amount of pity on you.
You were a struggling college student who had originally came to him desperate and begging for work, stating that you'd even clean the toilets if it meant that you'd be able to have something. He was hoping that your lazy attitudewas a result of your classes being too stressful for you as of lately...rather than him having to admit a personal faulure of b eing conned by a pitiable, cute face, and you looking as if you were on the brink of tears the day you asked to work for the company.
Thus, Lycaon had a different idea.
After all, if the past was anything to go off of, you weren't moved by scoldings much less explaining how your attitude harmed the performance of those you may have been partnered with or even the reputation of the company in general when you spoke to clients! You needed a different type of encouragement. "Y/N." His stern voice called your attention ever so briefly, causing you to flick your eyes up to his narrowed red ones ever so briefly before you clicked your tongue and looked back down at your phone.
"Yeah?" You eventually answered with a cock of your brow.
He sighed. "Sit."
This time you ignored him completely.
"Y/N."
Nothing.
A low growl of frustration left Lycaon as he slowly pushed himself up from his seat, stalking around the desk like the wolf he is as the heavy metal clinking of his feet got ever closer to you until you felt his shadow loom over you. This time, you were motivated enough to put away your phone and direct your full attention to the wolf thiren. A small improvement, nothing deserving of a reward however. "Your performance is beginning to hurt this company, Ms. Y/N." Lycaon stated as he crossed his arms.
One of his ears perked at the way your cheeks began to flush at such a small action.
"Continue with your performance and I will have to fire you."
You groaned. "I have classes, Lycaon! I'm busy and tired!" You said. "I don't want to do anything, at least I'm showing up!"
"Showing up isn't good enough, in this company we are to—"
"Be respectful and dutiful to our clients..." You interrupted with an obnoxious groan before you tried to slip past the wolf. Something that was met with Lycaon gently guiding you back to your original position with his hand on your throat. There was no denying the whimper that escaped your throat, making the thiren's ears perk so sharply that that a flush of embarrassment immediately coated your face. "Y-You can't do this, I could tell everyone about how the 'kind' wolf thiren is actually a beast who puts his hands on his employees!"
A scoff escaped his throat. "I doubt you will, Ms. Y/N." He said, keeping his hand snugly wrapped around your throat, making a point to begin gently poking the sides of your neck with the claws of his fingers and thumbs. "Simply because...if you perform well from this day onward, I will reward your good behavior."
"W-With...?"
"Guess."
Your thighs clenched at the thiren's voice, how it came out in a barely controlled growl and whispered something, not of danger but of pleasure. You wouldn't—couldn't deny the fact that you had a crush on your boss, that you've been harboring one since the day you were accepted into this company it seems! The power and confidence he exuded, how, despite his outward seriousness, he was actually rather gentle...all of it made for the most tantalizing lure to you. And the promise of that type of reward? You'd be a fool not to strive to chase after it! "...Okay." You murmured, causing Lycaon to pull his hand aay from you with a pleased hum.
"I look forward to your new and improved performance next week then."
. . .
How were you supposed to improve yourself when you could feel his eyes staring holes into your back?
As soon as the weekend had ended, you had put your foot to the gas pedal and had began working to improve yourself! When you and a colleague had to meet a client, you made sure to remain professional and respectful, making sure to not let any snide and witty comments leave your lips and when you had a job that required you to go into a Hollow? You did your best to try and finish the job, get the information or item that your client asked for, as fast as possible so that you could rush back to give the good news as soon as you could!
If even Ellen was noting how much harder you were working then surely Lycaon had to have noticed as well, you thought.
So far though...you were met with words of praise and even the occassional gentle rub on the head!
You wanted and were expecting more, not some miniscule amount of praise! The memory of how Lycaon's hand wrapped around your neck was your main motivator so far! And you couldn't help but begin to think that you had been cheated into working harder! "Lycaon!" You shouted when you stormed into his office one day, slamming the door shut behind you as your chest heaved.
You stunk of Ethereal blood and the mixture of cologne from your client's tendency to put too much on. Something the wolf would've crnkled his nose at had it not been for his discipline. "Yes," Lycaon answered after a few seconds of pause, not looking up from his paperwork even once. "I've been working hard. I've been nice to our clients and have even been taking on more jobs, where is my—" He had the audacity to silently chuckle at how you couldn't even askf for the reward you were certainly here to request. However, he wished to reward you for exemplinary work, not just the basic amounts of work that you were expected to do in your job position! "...You promised to reward me if I worked hard."
He scoffed. "It has only been a few days, Miss Y/N." Lycaon answered. "If I were to reward you after only a few days of good performance then you may go back to your old habits."
"I won't!" You challenged.
You were met with a sharp silence, one that made you burn with fury and the urge to get under the thiren's skin fur, after all...how dare he act so high and mighty!? Withholding your reward as if you were some bratty child?! You were an adult, and you had made a deal with your boss to work harder so that you wouldn't continue to be a drag on the company, per his own words! "You're so fucking cowardly, Lycaon." You crossed your arms with a sneer. "Guess a few days ago was the extent you could go, huh? Threatening someone by putting your hand around their throat?" You dared to step closer to his desk, tilting your head side to side dramatically as you poked at the wolf thiren with your words, looking for anything besides condescending politeness or yet another big word that would turn into a lecture.
"I didn't believe that you were some untamed beast that needs a muzzle but now I believe that you don't keep your word!"
Still nothing, nothing aside from the infuriating sound of Lycaon continue to write and sign some papers.
Without a moment of consideration, you snatched the pen from the wolf thiren's hand with a mocking laugh. And from that single act, Lycaon finally directed his attention to you yet...the sheer deadliness of his stare made even you step back a step or two, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your neck as you clenched the pen even harder within your grasp. Lycaon couldn't help the wolfish smirk that crept onto his face, the scent of your need blending into fear near addictive for any thiren. However, he couldn't imagine hurting you, bad performance or not, as he slowly stood up from his desk...he believed that a different form of punishment was in order, something to teach you not to be so casual with him, your boss, while also giving you the tiny amount that you wanted. "You wanted your reward so badly?" His low voice sent a shudder up and throughout you, a soft gasp escaping you when you felt your back eventually meet a wall while Lycaon continued to close the distance between the two of you.
"You'll receive it...just like you wanted, but not without a punishment first."
You narrowed your eyes. "A punishment? W-What the fuck have I done!?" You dared to continue to snap back at the thiren, having to crane your neck up a little in order to look at him properly.
Without warning, Lycaon's hand rose to begin gently teasing and carressing your covered breast. Such a simple feeling sent shocks of pleasurable electricity up and throughout your body, your eyes widening to the size of saucers as you could feel yourself beginning to get even wetter, especially when Lycaon used his claw to more precisely tease and flick at your hardening nipple. "Must you yell at every suggestion I give you, Ms. Y/N?" If it weren't for the brief albeit rigid wags of his tail, you would've thought he was actually annoyed as he murmured his words, eyes moving from your face to drink in the little expressions you'd give him and back to your chest. Each breath he took, the smell of your growing need seemed to increase, his chest beginning to rise and fall more rapidly while he felt his cock begin to strain against his pants.
You were no better than him as your eyes moved to his groin with a barely contained smirk. "I don't think it'll be a punishment for long, look at you." You said cockily.
The thiren met your words with silence. As much as your scent fogged up his mind...threatening to lead him down a path of obeying his baser instincts. He was still your boss, your superior.
And what type of superior would he be if he couldn't ignore his own desires for a moment in order to better teach you a lesson? "I believe that's enough out of you—" Suddenly Lycaon pulled you away from your "safe" spot against the wall to begin tugging you to follow him behind his desk, promptly sitting down in the cushioned seat before he forced you over his lap. Your face burned brighter than ever as you looked over your shoulder, struggling to get back onto your feet if it weren't for the way the wolf thiren pressed a heavy large hand against your back. "—I believe this punishment will be approrpriate."
"W-What?!" You shouted. "What are you doing?!" You squeaked when he flipped your skirt up, a shocked gasp leaving your lips next when you felt Lycaon's cock throb against your stomach when he eyed your bare ass.
"No underwear?" Lycaon commented, eyes running over your exposed skin until his eyes honed in on your inner thighs, glistening with your slick. As much as you weakly struggled to free yourself, the sound of Lycaon letting out a shaky sigh to the sight of your slick made you clench your thighs harder against one another as another wave of your slick dripped from your exposed pussy. "No wonder you're perfomring so poorly..." You shuddered when you felt his sharp claw drag up and down your skin, his head lowering to where you were able to feel his warm breath against your skin as he began to teasingly drag his finger and down your twitching pussy, eager for something to fill. "How could you ever think to do your job properly when you're walking around with such a lewdly exposed cunt?"
"F-Fuck you..."
He chuckled at your weak insult, continuing his teasing ministrations as he lifted his head to focus on the way you looked over your shoulder to glare at him. Lycaon thought you looked adorable, despite your glare, your mouth let out heavy pants after you had just got finished running a marathon, periodically biting your lip to withhold a moan before letting a curse slip out when you felt like you wouldn't let out an embarrassing sound. In his mind, you could moan and squeak alllll you'd like...after all, it wasn't like he planned to let you cum anytime soon. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed to be vocal with me, Miss Y/N..." He said, slipping a finger into your weeping cunt.
You nearly bit your bottom lip to the point of bleeding in order to keep a moan trapped in your throat. "You certainly didn't have an issue being mouthy with me earlier...or a few days prior—oh, might I remind you of what you said to me a few weeks back as well?"
"S-Screw you...fuck—" You slapped a hand over your mouth. As soon as you did that however, Lycaon lowered his head to lightly nip at your shoulder in punishment. "—L-Lycaon..." You weakly said as your hand fell in response to the action.
His ears perked to the lovely sound of his name on your tongue. "I think this is a much more appropriate attitude for a maid, don't you agree?" He sighed before curling his finger upward, slick squelching sounds starting to erupt from your cunt as more of your juices flowed from your pussy and onto Lycaon's hand. "A maid should be receptive and obedient, eager to follow commands and be quick to do so—" You whined when Lycaon suddenly pulled his finger from your pussy, a word of confusion about to escape your lips until you gasped when not one but two fingers pushed back into your cunt, thrusting in and out of your pussy while Lycaon rubbed to your throbbing clit with his thumb. "—a maid shouldn't meet her client or superior with curse words and glares." Lycaon finished his earlier sentence off.
His voice was noticeably deeper than before, despite your teary vision, you were able to see just how much this was affecting him as the slightest hint of drool began to drip from his mouth and onto your ass, how his cock threatened to tear through the constraints of his pants with how hard it was. You couldn't help the way your pussy clenched around your boss' fingers at the mental idea of how his cock would fill you soooo well. "L-Lycaon..." You softly moaned. "Please—"
He chuckled. "Please?" He repeated as he tore his gaze from your sex to look back at you. "What are you begging for?"
Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, if that was even possible your hand slowly trailing its way from resting on the thiren's thigh to steady yourself to begin inching its way over to his cock. And the moment your hand grazed against his cock, Lycaon couldn't help but suck in a tense breath through his teeth at the delicate touch as his fingers stilled inside of you for a brief moment. "Please..." You begged. "I-I want my reward...you—" When the thiren made a 'tsk' noise, he himself chuckled at how quickly you were learning to be obedient, perhaps you may have earned a reward if he was able to dismiss your earlier attitude but...he wasn't. "You're quite the minx Miss Y/N." He quietly laughed as he slowly resumed the thrusting of his fingers before they eventually returned to their fast pace, his ears perking and flicking to both the squelching that emitted from your pussy and the moans that freely fell from your lips.
As tempting as it was to simply sink his cock into your weeping pussy, to fuck and breed you like you were so clearly begging for him to do.
He had a job as your superior to see through your punishment! After all, once this was all said and done...he could easily fuck his own hand to the memory of your pussy and the sounds of your voice.
However, the thiren was careful to not let his mind slip into the depravity of his building desires too much and risk letting himself get distracted from how your body squirmed and reacted to his touch. "F-Fuck—!" You all but moaned, both trying to inch away from Lycaon's unrelenting fingers as well as back yourself further onto them. His cock throbbed at the lewd sight, he was certain that a dark spot from he pre must've formed, his panting getting even heavier as he began to urge you more and more towards your orgasm. "—L-Lycaon...!" You continued to beg him. "Feels so good...!"
He leaned his head down to press a kiss onto your shoulder, letting his mouth linger as soft groans began to leave his own mouth at the sound of your pleasure. "Such beautiful noises Miss..." He whispered. "Keep going," He urged. When his fingers suddenly curled up, the combination of his knuckles suddenly knocking into your spongey g-spot as well as the way he spoke into your ear, it all served to make your eyes blur with pleasure.
You could've sworn that tiny hearts formed in your eyes as you bucked back onto the wolf thiren's fingers in search of more of that pleasure, that familiar knot of impending orgasm growing in the pit of your stomach as your moans grew higher and higher in pitch. You could feel yourself teetering on the precipice of your orgasm, your thighs beginning to quiver and shake. And just when you whispered the warning that you were about to cum...Lycaon's fingers suddenly paused and slipped out from you.
It took you a long few minutes to climb down from your building high, confusion replacing the pleasure as you looked around dazedly for a moment before back to your boss with a pout. "H-Huh?"
He leaned back against his chair with a mocking laugh, even as he gently flipped your skirt back down to cover your ass. "Certainly you couldn't have believed you were going to cum?"
Your eyes widened. "W-What? But I—"
"Don't argue now Miss Y/N." Lycaon said to you as he gently urged for you to get off his lap, gently aiding you onto your feet and even going so far as to make sure you were steady by keeping a gently hand on your hip. Oh, he preferred your pitiable look of confusion much more than your angry glares at him...it almost made him want to devour you and give you the orgasm you so desperately wanted to have. "I...t-then where's my reward?!" You weakly yelled at him. "You said if I had good performance then I would—"
"And I remember telling you that I'm not going to simply reward you for a few days of good work." He firmly said. "Perhaps...if you can go another few weeks of good performance, then maybe you'll earn more."
You didn't have to tell him what you wanted 'more' to be as your eyes landed on his throbbing cock in an obvious manner.
Every part of you was yelling at you to bite back at the wolf thiren, to give him a piece of your mind and maybe even kick at him or pull his ear! But...then you'd just be in this position again, staring at him dumbly and with an achey cunt begging for release. Therefore, you took a single step back and nodded your head as nicely as you could. And the wolf immediately wagged his tail at the sight even as he crossed his arms as if he weren't affected by the good behavior. "I-In a few weeks then—"
"You'll be acting as my personal assistant." Lycaon clarified. "I believe your attitude won't be recitified from one simply punishment...don't you agree?" You moaned softly as his hand slipped down to begin carressing your thigh, the sight of the thiren lifting your skirt just enough to press a kiss to your inner thigh...and then on your bare cunt, nearly making you fall to your knees as you eagerly nodded your head. Punishment or not...you would've said yes to any other scenario, simply because your boss was just that convincing.
And you couldn't wait for what other punishments he'd have in store for you these next coming weeks.
. . .
You should've worked harder a long time ago.
The positivity you've received from your clients, both old and new, as well as managing to secure a pay raise aside...the 'punishments' you've been enduring from Lycaon were a far better motivator to helping you want to be a better employee for your job. Over the course of the last couple of weeks, after you were done with your job for a client for the day...you were immediately whisked away by Lycaon, a gentle but knowing guiding hand placing itself againdt the small of your back to guide you either back to his office or, if it was late at night? Back to his home.
Every time you stepped inside his office, you couldn't help but blush at the memories that immediately flooded your mind from you and Lycaon's previous encounter—
"Ooooooh—!" You all but screamed as you were currently bent over Lycaon's desk, your nails scratching at the expensive wood as the thiren was knelt down behind you. You knew that being with a thiren had its certain perks but...as you squealed and moaned at the feeling of the thiren's long tongue lapping at your cunt in combination with his fingers rubbing fierce circles onto your clit.
You felt like you were in sheer heaven. Your thighs quivering at your impending orgasm, as much as you wanted to beg and yell for your boss to let you finally orgasm, to fully drown yourself in the pleasure that he was delivering to you. You were already familiar with the fact that it would simply be met with a sharp slap against your ass or a low growl against your cunt that warned you not to cum. However, it wouldn't stop you from begging and praising Lycaon to the high heavens, hoping that either being sweet or annoying or a combination of both would get him to change his mind. "Pleasepleaseplease...!" You whined. "Your tongue feels soooo good, I just wanna cum—Ah!" You yelped at the feeling of his hand firmly coming down on your ass.
The combination of the pleasure and the pain made even more of your juices leak down the insides of your thighs, lewd slurping noises leaving the thiren as he attempted to catch all of your falling juices into your tongue as if you were a sweet delicacy that he were afraid of wasting.
And to him? That's exactly what you were.
Pre-cum dripped from his exposed cock in droves as he fisted his cock as he ate you out, whispered moans and barely contained groans escaping him as all he could think about was you. Youyouyouyouyou...he wanted to fuck you so badly, to forgo this whole punishment idea of his that he was quickly beginning to regret. But, to have you so pliant on his tongue? Begging for him to let you cum while your thighs quivered around his head? He couldn't deny the sadistic rush he felt flowing throughout his veins as he enjoyed the sounds of your pleas.
"Try to hold out a little more Miss Y/N—" He briefly spoke when he took his mouth from your cunt, pressing a sloppy kiss against your pussy before diving back in, the light touch of his fur tickling your thighs. "—I'm far from being done with you yet..."
The very memory made you want to touch yourself to it the second you stepped inside of Lycaon's office, your brow rising a little as you saw that he wasn't inside. "Is he out?" You wondered aloud as you looked around the neatly decorated space. No matter how many times you've been bent over his desk, how many times Lycaon or you have swept away his papers to the floor before you were either bent over it or Lycaon was pressing you to the edge of his desk to kiss you, after all was said and done...his desk went back to the way it was. Papers were retrieved and desk items were arranged back to their proper places.
It was almost funny, you thought. As you stepped away from the door to begin walking around the desk to sit in his comfortable seat...your cunt throbbed at the growing idea to touch yourself as you continued to breathe in the smell of Lycaon's cologne, something that your body was already unconsiously beginning to obey as you lifted your hips just enough to slowly pull your panties down your legs only to be tossed somewhere else in the office to be forgotten about briefly.
You were so wet, your fingers practically gliding through your folds as you slowly touched yourself. Memory after memory rushed to the front of your mind, your face heating up as each memory got progessively lewder. However...your favorite memory so far was the time Lycaon had walked you to his home, the prospect of what the two of you were going to do unspoken but known. "Lycaon..." You whispered to yourself, briefly taking your fingers away from your pussy to unbutton your shirt and take it off just enough to where you were able to unbutton your bra to be able to massage your tit while your hand went back to teasing your clit.
Lycaon's home was just as neat as his office.
There was a place for everything and you didn't see a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. The living room was large and spacious, a simple couch sitting in front of an old TV while bookshelves decorated the spaces next to the TV. However, at the time, there was hardly any time to take in the scenery as you were urged to Lycaon's bedroom. Everything was a blur as clothes were practically torn off one another to be forgotten on the floor, you couldn't remember if it was you or Lycaon who had pushed the other onto the bed, as your fingers began to speed up in their ministrations on your clit...you lightly bit your bottom lip to the memory of his cock.
It was a fierce red color, dripping with pre-cum as it throbbed at your attention.
A slew of curses escaped your lips as your head fell back against the back of the chair, the building pleasure making you feel good and yet...it wasn't Lycaon. You were addicted to his touch, and that night in his home...it only solidifed your addiction to him.
"L-Lycaon..." You whispered as Lycaon lifted your ass up while your upper half continued to remain planted against the soft sheets of his bed. You could feel his heat radiating off of him as he planted his hands on either side of your head, the feeling of his heavy cock resting against your ass before he slowly began to rut himself back and forth making you nearly want to cry. You had been so obedient...so pliant and non-confrontational to either him or the damned clients!
And still, he wanted to tease you? Take you to the highest amount of pleasure before suddenly ripping it away from you at the last moment?
You didn't know if you had it in you to have a repeat.
"Please baby..." You whispered, the petname making the thiren stutter in his movements. "Just give me your cock...w-wan' it sooo badly—"
His eye narrowed. "No."
You tightly gripped the sheets in your fists before you tried to move your ass to rub against him, causing him to swiftly make you come to a stop by grabbing your hips. However, with how harshly he grabbed you, how he didn't seem to notice how his claws were on the verge of biting into your skin...you smirked inwardly at the fact that Lycaon was in the same position as you, although he wasn't going to admit it to himself. He was just as, if not more tired of this game the two of you had been playing for the last few weeks, constantly denying yourselves' an orgasm under Lycaon's guise of "teaching you a lesson". You had learned your lesson, though it wasn't exactly for the sake of simply keeping your job or pleasing your clients anymore...but simply just to be near Lycaon.
You liked him.
"Fine then," You sighed as you suddenly tried tearing yourself away from his touch, something that shocked the wolf as his eye widened as he followed the way you crawled further up the bed. You sighed dramatically. "I'll just find someone else."
He nearly snarled. "Someone else? Who?"
"Someone who'll give me an orgasm!"
He nearly laughed at your words. "I can give you an orgasm, there is no reason to attempt to leave."
"There is!" You pouted. "What? Are you a one-minute man—er, wolf?" You laughed in his face when his eyes narrowed at your accustation. "Having a fat cock doesn't always make you good in bed, Lycaon...it's okay to admit that you're only good with your fingers and tongue!" You continued to prod at the thiren. You felt like a rabbit literally teasing the awaiting jaws of a wolf, each teasing jab being met with Lycaon's gaze narrowing more...and more...until eventually he suddenly wrapped his hand around your leg to drag you back underneath him as he bared his teeth at you. "It's unwise to tease me like so," He said lowly.
"Really? What, are you going to deny my orgasm for the umpteenth time?" You yawned. "I'm practically immune to your tricks now Lycaon!"
The rest of your words became white noise as Lycaon eyed your cunt, clenching and unclenching around nothing as you continued to mouth off to him. Word by word, his restraint was chipped away at until...it shattered completely, leaving him to suddenly place his hand over your mouth to effectively shut you up before he angled his cock to your entrance. "Fine." He forced out as if he were struggling to hold onto the last remnants of control that kept him from sinking into your pussy all at once. "You want me to give you an orgasm so badly? You better take all of me...and not let out a word of wanting to stop—"
The sheer amount of orgasms he gave you that night...it had your head spinning as you continued to roughly rub at your clit, depserately chasing after your budding orgasm, completely unaware of the fact that someone had walked in a few minutes ago until...you felt a cool shadow wash over you, prompting your moans to die down as your eye cracked open to see— "L-Lycaon!?" You sharply gasped as your thighs slammed closed over your hand while your other rushed to cover your tits although it wouldn't have mattered too much at this stage. The wolf thiren was silent for a beat or two longer, your eyes looking down in shame at the fact that you had been caught masturbating in your boss's chair, moaning out his name and begging for him to give you orgasm after orgasm similar to that night. "S-Sorry—"
"Why are you apologizing?" Lycaon quietly chuckled as he started to slowly undress himself, starting from his gloves before moving to his waistcoat and the shirt he wore underneath. You drank in the sight like you were sipping at a delicious rich wine, every article of clothing that fell to the floor making your heart beat faster and your pussy ache more for his cock before you unconsiously found yourself beginning to spread your legs once more. "You certainly weren't feeling apologetic when you were nearly fingering yourself in my chair, weren't you?" He let out a faux sound of disappointment, even going so far as to shake his head. "It seems that I've accidentally created a glutton for pleasure...as you superior, I will take responsibility for the glutton I have created." And without any more further words, Lycaon smashed his lips against your own, a drawn-out groan erupting from the both of you at the contact as Lycaon easily lifted you up to set you down on his desk, using his claws and strength to tear away your already half-discarded clothes away from throwing them carelessly to the floor.
"H-Hey..." You moaned into the kiss. "I had to spend money to—mmph—"
"I'll purchase you a new uniform." He whispered into your lips as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer to your body, his free hand fumbling with his belt for a little before he finally managed to pull his pants down far enough to where his cock was exposed to the cold air of his office. You were already so wet that Lycaon didn't even need to prep you, the heady scent of your desire the most delicious o drugs to the wolf thiren as he angled himself to your entrance before he gently sank himself into your awaiting heat. You tore your lips away from his to let out a choked-up gasp mixed with a moan, your hands grabbing onto Lycaon's fur even tighter as you could feel your cunt being stretched out, struggling to adjust to his girth. "S-So big...!" You praised him as if you were still in awe of his size despite having had him inside of you beforehand.
The thiren responded with a choked-up groan, his claws digging into your side as the feeling of your tight heat wrapped so snugly around him threatened to make him cum on the spot. "So...tight..." He grunted. "How long have you been thinking about me being inside you again since that night?" He grunted to you as he eased himself into a gentle pace, each thrust deep and calculated as he punched out moan after moan from your lungs. You could only respond by grasping onto him even tighter, quietly begging for him to not stop as well as him to go faster. And ever the dutiful superior...he did just that, first laying you down on his desk before he rutted into you even harder, faster as his eyes remained glued to your form, his gaze entranced by the way your tits moved up and down in accordance to his thrusts.
Thanks to your masturbation from earlier, it had hardly been a few minutes before you were clenching impossibly tight around Lycaon, your moans growing more high-pitched while that familiar knot began to tighten in the pit of your stomach in anticipation of your orgasm. "L-Lycaon...!" You gasped without any care as to who would be able to overhear you. "C-Close—Fuck...!"
He flashed you his teeth as his smirked wolfishly. "Already?" He nearly laughed as his claws began to dig into the wood of his desk while his hand moved to grab onto your thigh, using it as leverage to fuck himself into you even faster. And you had no choice but to take every savage thrust that Lycaon had to give you, each punched out moan threatening to make you pass out in Lycaon's grasp as you felt yourself teeter the line of orgasmic bliss more and more until—you came with a harsh cry, your breath stolen away in the face of your intense orgasm as you barely registered the fact that you had squirted. The sight of your juices shooting out and onto his abdomen made the thiren pause for a brief moment, his eyes glued to the sight of your cum splashing onto himself as his cock throbbed inside of you in response. You, however, when you had just began to come down from your high enough to be able to weakly lift your head to look at the stilled thiren, you groaned softly in question.
“What…what happened—Oh!” Wordlessly, Lycaon pushed your body onto the desk, slipping his belt from his pants to tie it around your wrists to keep you constrained as one word bounced around inside his head in response to your orgasm.
Breed.
Breedbreedbreed.
When he was certain that you wouldn’t be able to somehow free yourself from the belt looped around your wrists, he resumed his rough pace with a vengeance, fucking you almost as if he hated you as he drove into your still weeping cunt. And you had no choice but to lay there and take every single thrust. Because of your most recent orgasm, each plunge inside of your heat felt ten times more electrified, slivers of spit dribbling down the sides of lips as you hardly had the brainpower left to be embarrassed at how loud you were being, at how obviously you were letting every soul that may have been in the building how good you were being fucked by your boss. “L-Lycaon!” You screamed. “Sen-Sensitive…!” You squealed as your fingers clawed at your restraints. The only response you received was a low snarl as Lycaon pressed his front against your own, staring deeply into your eyes. The move could’ve been considered romantically intimate if it weren’t for how Lycaon fucked you like a whore, the veins of his cock dragging up and alongside the walls of your pussy before you began to feel something in particular…grow.
It was at the base of the thiren’s cock, something that Lycaon didn’t have a mind to pay attention to as all he could focus on was you and how good you made him feel.
Whispers of praise, both for how well you were taking him and how pretty you liked writhing underneath him, started to slip from his mouth alongside held back whines as he felt his balls began to draw up closer to his body in anticipation of his orgasm. He couldn’t get enough of how your eyes looked at him as if he hung the very moon and stars, as if he were your very reason for breathing in this moment when it was the exact opposite. Although he wasn’t ready to admit such a thing to you much less himself just yet…these last few weeks had been bliss, sex aside, he felt himself getting closer and closer to you. Your attitude made him chuckle more than a few times, and the image of you cuddling up close to him after your times of intimacy made his chest grow tight, the very image…the way you’d melt into his side and how you felt…when Lycaon gently pressed his mouth to your own, that had been the catalyst that brought the both of you to your orgasms, the thiren managing a couple more thrusts before he bottomed out inside of you, stuffing you full with both his cum and his knot as you moaned into his mouth at the tight feeling in combination with your orgasm.
You both stayed in that position for a while afterward, basking in each other’s warmth and scent before Lycaon finally parted from you to give you a chance to breathe.
You took a couple of generous inhales, trying to keep your vision focused on your…lover? Were the two of you even at the stage yet? You supposed it hardly mattered in this moment, all you knew was that once your vision had cleared enough to where you could see Lycaon clearly without having to squint your eyes considerably…your chest bloomed with a strange warm feeling that made you want him. Not just sexually but simply wanting him to be close to you, to feel him against your body. “My apologies for…our current position, Miss Y/N.” Lycaon murmured after a while of silence, pulling away just enough to grab something, a handkerchief from a drawer, to begin dapping at the sweat on your forehead. You smacked your lips a couple of times, trying to wet the insides of your mouth that had gone dry from all the screaming and moaning you had done before you weakly laughed and looked off to the side in embarrassment.
“It’s…It’s fine.” You murmured. You hadn’t the singlets clue what to say next, it’d be far too cheesy to confess your feelings now after the two of you had just fucked, especially when your mind and body still buzzed with that potent orgasmic bliss. “Will you get rid of this belt?” You asked, Lycaon’s eyes darting to his belt before his brow rose in confusion.
“Why?” He questioned. “We’ll be needing it soon, surely you don’t believe that one round is enough to satisfy?”
A nervous yet excited bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck as Lycaon’s hands gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest before he gently rocked his swollen cock deeper inside of you, eliciting a moan from the two of you before he laughed breathlessly. “Apologies but…I need to see you cum on my cock, I need to cum inside of you at least a few more times before I’ll be satisfied.” You gulped, you were in for a looonnngg night. Not that you exactly minded.
𝅄 ; synopsis : von lycaon is a true gentleman, he would never act on his selfish desires on his master. that is until mating season rolls around…
𝅄 ; warnings : 18+ , knotting , mating press , mentions of breeding “pregnancy and pups” , p in v , unprotected sex , light predator x prey , slight dubcon but everything is consensual , animalistic urges , slight fluff at the end
𝅄 ; a/n : my first fic on this account, i do hope you enjoy! my requests are open of course. not proofread ; sorry for any errors!
NEW ERIDU, is home to many individuals and home to many different factions. One of those being Victoria Housekeeping . You found yourself at the mercy of those individuals from time to time, especially the ever so proper Von Lycaon. A gentleman through and through , who isn’t afraid of protecting his dear master from the depths of the hollows where you often find yourself after conducting research.
Now, you knew better not to get too involved in any of his personal business, but when he sent a sudden notice of absence it worried you. Why on earth would he need to leave? For how long? What was wrong with him? You had to know, as his close friend and well.. esteemed patron. That’s what lead you to meet at the place you knew would have your answers. Strangely enough, none of the girls were home either, not even Ms Alexandrina.
It sent a shiver down your spine as you crept through the empty halls, it was silent..eerie. It was almost perfect for their faction at least but even for them this seemed a little far fetched. A little too silent for your liking. You could hear the way your heel clicked and clacked against the concrete floor beneath you. It was dark, the sun set a while ago..the moon shined bright through one of the cracked windows, the cold hair caused your hairs to raise and goosebumps to form. Why was everything suddenly so much scarier?
You just needed to find Lycaon and deliver the basket of treats you made for him , to hopefully quell whatever illness he described in his latest message as to why he had to be distant for a while. You turned the corner, only a few feet away from the room of the wolf thiren when you heard a growling. It pierced through your ears as the only thing breaking the eerie silence, that and now your increased heartbeat. You gasp, It sounded like he was in pain.. you didnt want him to feel pain anymore! You were just here to help.
You pick up the pace almost speed walking to his door, it was locked. You turn the handle again and again, calling out to him to let you in! To let you cure his sickness. Oh how naive and ignorant you are. The wolf was no longer the pristine and well groomed man you usually met , but more an untamed beast of pure and undeniable lust. The door swung open, almost off its hinges as he towered above you. Did he get taller? His chest was exposed, his once clean attire was discarded in rags behind him. He panted , his fangs almost dripping in saliva as he looked at you like you were his meal.
You didnt know why your legs burned as you ran away from the beast, you didn’t even know why you were running to begin with. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, no less giving you a lead. You knew Lycaon could catch up to you if he truly wanted to. But this wasn’t Lycaon this was someone—something else. You blanked, which way did you come from? Where were you? You made the mistake of standing idle while an animal hunted you. His breathing was ragged in your ear as his clawed hand tightened around you waist yet he didnt hurt you, in fact it was the opposite.
“Stay.” He finally spoke, his voice was almost unrecognizable as the rest of his appearance. His fur was unkept, his eyes were almost completely black as he stared down at you..but the small part of him was still there- that still wanted to protect you, his master. He knew exactly how to, he knew how to protect you from everyone else, everyone who wasn’t him—every other thiren or human out there who dared to claim you. No. He would do it first before them all.
Completely compromised, you’re almost forced in position with your face touching the hard cold floor and his hands forcibly tearing apart your garments. You squeal, you try and break free and tell Lycaon to calm down! Your pleads fall deaf to his ears, the only sense he can make out is your scent. Arousal, fear.. it was a deadly mix for a wolf, it made him crave you more. His hands were somehow soft against your plush skin, playing with the fat of your thighs as he forced your body in every position he could until he was satisfied. You couldn’t help but feel your core leak at the sight of him when you’re finally on your back. His cock was large and swelling, pulsing over your entrance as he tried to hold back every urge he could until he knew you were ready.
His long digits found way into your core, it stun as he dragged them in and out, you knew you needed more than this you needed him. “Ly—Lycaon” You’d call, forcing him to throw out every thought telling him to take his time. You needed him as he needed you, and who was he to deny his master their desire? He almost couldn’t resist when your walls clamped around his thick member, his saliva dripped down onto your exposed chest- coating your mounds with the liquid as his hand came up to massage it in. His pace began slowly, he still cared of course. You could feel everything, every thrust, every twitch—you could feel it all.
Gradually he sped up, he started to thrust at an unforgiving pace, his moans breathless and mixing with your downright pornographic voice, he never felt so much pleasure in his life—all that buildup truly meant something now that he can unload everything he had into you, yes, yes hed give you his all. He would fill you to the brim and get you nice and pregnant with his kin—with his pups. You could do that right?
“you-you will mother..mother my kin—wont you master?” He purred, his tongue lapping at your neck as he started to fuck you like an animal- like the beast he truly was. You could barely speak back, your brain was practically mush at this point. You could only cling to the little you could as your poor cunt got abused by his unforgiving pace. His knot began to swell against the base of his cock, you could feel it prodding at your entrance— no, you couldn’t take this! Not when you could barely take his cock. That didn’t matter to Lycaon though, you would take it whether you liked it or not. His hands came to your thighs yet again but this time to force them beside your head, your teary eyed fucked out face only urged him on.
“yes—yes! take my knot.. my beloved-! my master—please, please let me in..” He’d growl before biting down on your neck , you scream as you feel that familiar burst of energy shock through you- the slick from your cum and arousal created the perfect substance for his knot to slide inside of you..filing you to the brim with his cum. He licked at your neck as his tail wagged behind him furiously.. he finally found someone suitable for his kin.. for his love..for his desires to be fulfilled.
He couldn’t let you go now, not even long after he calmed down. In reality, he was terrified on seeing you now that he was in the right state of mind..what an idiot he was. “Master—I deeply apologize for my behavior. This is why I notified everyone about the full moon” His voice made you chuckle, of course.. the damn moon. “Master-?” He called again, afraid he may have broken you. You surely were “broken” at least that’s how your body felt.
i hope this isn't too extreme !! but yan yuuta drugging and just attempting to non-con reader (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
don't you worry anon! very little is extreme to me these days >///< thank you so much for the request!! i set this in the captor!yuuta theme we've got going on, so i hope you enjoy :3
word count: almost 1.3k
-content warning: noncon/dubcon, drugging, kidnapping/captivity, yuuta wrongfully acting like a victim if you squint
He only does it under special circumstances.
At least, that’s what Yuuta tells himself. It’s only for hard days. After he comes home from a particularly tiring mission and you’re acting up, all he does is mix a little something in your drink so that you’ll be nice and quiet for a while. When you eventually caught on, he had to start shoving the pills down your throat—much to his dismay—but it was all worth it for your fuzzy stare and bumbling lips as he laid next to you in silence.
And it’s not like he would do anything bad to you… he just needed a bit of peace, and it was hard to get that when you were yelling at him and telling him he ruined your life and all the other hurtful things you didn’t really mean. When you were doped up, he could finally be with you like he wanted to, like he was now; cuddling and watching something on the TV while you drifted in and out of consciousness.
“Yuuta…” you mumbled, head slumped on his shoulder. “M’thirsty.”
“Let me grab your drink.” He maneuvered your head to roll back onto the couch, reaching for your bottle. You took it from him with clammy hands, sloppily unscrewing the cap and bringing it to your lips.
Before Yuuta could do anything, the majority of it spilled down your chin, flooding your neck and chest. He only chuckled while you whined in frustration, taking the cup from you and putting it back on the table. When he looked back at you, his breath hitched at the sight of your flimsy shirt sopping wet and clutching to your cleavage.
“It’s cold.” You brought your arms across your chest.
“Aw, I’m sorry baby.” He easily peeled your hands away. “Let’s change your shirt, hm? If you want, I can give you one of mine.”
But any intention to change you floated away once he pulled your shirt over your head, your breasts damp and nipples hard. Usually when he took your top off, you’d fight him tooth and nail, lunging to scratch his eyes out. But now, you just laid back, eyes rolling around in your head as you sighed in relief.
Surely, you wouldn’t mind if he just…?
You hummed when he took a nipple into his mouth, tenderly licking the bud with his brows furrowed. You brought a hand up, and he instinctively flinched, but you only ghosted your fingers over his hair, settling on the back of his neck. His eyes settled on your unattended breast, and he gave it an experimental lick just to see what you would do.
A needy whine escaped your throat. His shorts suddenly felt way too tight.
But Yuuta disregarded himself to suck marks across your chest. You never let him bask in your body like this, always trying to push him away, but right now your fingers were curling in his hair and pulling him in. His mouth feverishly climbed up your neck, leaving lovebites in its wake, before he was on top of you and kissing you hungrily.
“F- fuck, baby…” His fist curled up beside your head. “I need you.”
You didn’t respond, at least not verbally, but he could feel your clothed cunt pulsing against his bulge. How was he supposed to control himself when his fingers slipped under your shorts and felt your slick drooling past your puffy lips? Yuuta ripped your bottoms off, panties and all, groaning at the sight of you cunt glistening in the soft TV light.
Yuuta knew that in your right mind, you would never let him get close to doing this. So he took the opportunity to stuff his face between your thighs and suck your clit to his heart’s content. The current version of you didn’t seem to mind, eyes fluttering and back arching into his mouth. You made these gorgeous soft noises above him that almost had him cumming in his pants as he rocked his hips every so slightly against the couch cushions.
His fingers wiggled inside of you, walls stretching and clenching around him. It was embarrassing to admit, but you’d never been this wet for him before, nor so responsive. Your hands dangled at your sides, fingers twitching with each flick of his tongue. Your hips humped back at his face, jaw slack as you moaned mindlessly.
After a few more messy kisses to your pussy, Yuuta sprang up, tugging his shorts down just enough to furiously pump his cock. His chest rose and fell erratically as he looked down at you with your legs spread, tits swollen and spilling over your chest. This was the happiest he’d ever seen you since he brought you home.
He couldn’t help but push inside. Both of you moaned as he sheathed himself to the hilt, your eyes opening for a split second, eyeing him with lust as a hand came to grab at his shirt hanging off of his body and pulling him closer. Yuuta cursed as he felt the head of his cock nudge what had to be your cervix, hips bucking into you uncontrollably.
Once Yuuta was able to swallow back his nearly instantaneous orgasm, he pulled himself back, leaving only the tip in; the rest of his cock ached to be back inside of you, balls twitching in anticipation. He sunk back in, hissing in pleasure as he felt you welcome him just as snug and tight as before.
He set a languid pace, watching your face intently for any reactions. At times your eyes would open and you would see him, really see him, and for a second you would freeze up and begin to panic. But then your eyes would roll back and you’d try to bite back a moan before giving in to the feeling and closing them again. As much as it pained Yuuta to see you so distraught, you squeezed him so tight that his hips would stutter.
“Mmph, fuck…” Yuuta whined, looking down at where both of you met. He could barely make out a frothy ring around the base of his cock each time he pulled out enough just to thrust right back in. It felt like you were devouring him, cunt molten hot and greedily gripping onto him. As much as he wanted to fill you up as a reward for being so good for him, he prayed he’d never cum so that this could last forever.
But you beat him to the punch. Your hands gripped onto his arms, nails grating through his skin and thighs clenching around his waist. You tried to kick yourself away, but he chased you up the couch. You seemed to be more awake now, crying out as your orgasm washed over you.
“Yuutaaa…” your pitch raised at the end of his dragged out name. Your head whipped back and forth, as if trying to dispel the feeling of him inside of you. “Stop, too much…”
The pulling grasp on his arms turned into pushing away. Yuuta let out a breathy laugh. As much as he enjoyed how pliant you were, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss your “feisty” side. It was enough to have him cumming inside of you as you weakly pushed against his chest, whining at him to stop. He peppered kisses all over your face, and you were still out of it enough to not try to bite him like you usually did. When he collapsed on top of you—cock slipping out along with globs of his cum—you only let out an unsatisfied mph! but did little to push him away. Yuuta could live with that.
“i’m telling you, i can’t—s’ too much, i just-hnghack!”
you shouldn’t have admitted to the fact that you’ve never squirted before. for your husband had made it his personal mission to wrest from you a release that has always eluded. the sentiment has potential to be endearing albeit misguided, had it belonged to anyone else.
“quit being so ungrateful, i’m doing this for you.”
naoya has dainty hands, unmarred by honest labour. they have known only cultivated exertions such as the disciplined fluency of chopin carried out across ivory keys, or, on occasion, wielding cursed tools (though he always considered it infra dig for jujutsu sorcerers to dirty themselves so.) little lord fauntleroy with the deceptively soft-looking hands, capable of closing into hard fists at a moment’s notice.
in closing, his wrist game proves to be quite lethal.
three fingers, each tipped with meticulously filed nails, are wedged deep inside you, prodding at that spongy spot he’s so determined to conquer. the back of your head nuzzles into the futon as you writhe gracelessly, eyes fixed on the ceiling in an attempt to tune out the lewd squelches of his digits thrusting viciously in and out of you. his nails are filed blunt, yet the sensation is inscriptive, like he’s scratching hieroglyphics in your tight canal—a primer for your future offspring while passing through, innate knowledge of the hierarchy.
he might be in a generous mood for now, but too much wiggling and squirming will kindle his ire; that other hand will come down to pin you in place—though not before a few reprimanding smacks to your pussy, en plus de a mean pinch to your clit—so, while the moment still bends in your favour, you seize what autonomy remains by lifting your hips to grind your mound against the heel of his palm. the gesture earns you a reward: a few measured, almost tender caresses over your swollen clit.
“n-naoya, wan’ you inside,”
maybe the stutter was overplayed. oh well. he’s a man, like all the others; telling him what he wants to hear grants you leverage, however meager. letting him have his cock inside you is the sure-fire way to nudge things back toward equilibrium—to remind him that his pleasure remains contingent on you. besides, you do prefer the veins and curve of his cock to the rigidity of his fingers. the angles are all wrong and he’s too damn rough. (a nightmarish image flashes—of naoya clawing you into ribbons from the inside, grinning his toothy, foxlike grin.)
“aw… you want my cock? is that it?” he coos, eyes gleaming with mirth. exulting in the control he exerts with nothing more than a mere curl of his fingers, a flick of the wrist. “are my fingers not enough for this greedy cunt?”
you nod fervently, jutting your lip in a pout for good measure. tilting his head, naoya humours the performance by pretending to weigh your request—as if the matter isn’t already settled. he can tell just by how your walls are pulsating around his fingers, the familiar tremor that heralds yet another impending orgasm. he finds it faintly amusing how well you suit each other in this regard. not merely in looks or pedigree—though those certainly help—but in the way you commit so earnestly to the farce of negotiation. it’s almost touching, the mutual understanding embedded in the performance.
his heartbeat stutters at the thought, and naoya dismisses it just as quickly. sentiment is beside the point. you are a luscious feast for the five senses, nothing more. his cock strains under his hakama, hard to the point of discomfort. he tells himself to hold out just a moment longer.
“yeah… no,” he says at last. “no dick for you unless you’ve proven you’ve got that squirting feature.”
as if you were a new gadget to be tested.
he pulls out his fingers with a wet shlick! before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them with exaggerated gusto.
“mind you, i can do this all d–”
your walls clamp down around nothing, heat rolling through you. abdominal muscles tighten, and then everything gives way at once. release crashes through you with a force that eclipses every previous orgasm—a violent convulsion, spasming again and again as it all gushes out of you, a glorious mess of cum splashing across his face and chest. naoya’s expression speedruns through several emotions in the span of two seconds: shock, faint disgust, arousal and glee. the vindictive part of you can’t help but gloat—he talks so much, and now look. sticky white evidence, as much your triumph as it is his.
the dragons are going into another breeding season and poor, clueless you stumble into dragon king!bakugou’s lair. you were just another village girl with barely any knowledge of magical creatures like elves or dragons or whatnot, but you had a younger brother at the brink of succumbing to his dreadful illness. with hardly enough funds to continue his treatment, you decided to venture into the forest and forage for some moonveil lily—a rare plant capable of healing your brother’s frail health.
you couldn’t hire a guide even if you wanted to, you didn’t have the luxury of choice. so there you were, a drawing of the flower in your grip as you tread through the woods like a puny little fawn, head snapping towards every little sound through the fathomless forest.
perhaps you were too busy worrying over your surroundings, that you didn’t notice yourself accidentally stepping into a pit leading straight into bakugou’s lair.
the hypnotising scent of a female barges into his cavern like a forceful deluge. he almost faints to the pervading smell of your essence, hot and sensitive after days of locking himself in solitude. the innate desire to mate claws at his taut senses until he’s all raw and any restraints are utterly sundered apart.
you quickly become his pretty, human mate—taking his dragon cock as he humps you until your eyes are crossed and your moaning for dear life.
he fucks you all day and night, your pussy overflowing with his dragon seeds as he pumps thick loads and loads of them. the only time he stops is to spare your mortal body some rest, bringing you water and hunting provisions meant to fuel you for later mating. and when you try to leave, wanting to return home—he’d remind you that he is your new home.
“so fuckin’ tight ‘round me—like this pussy was made for me to breed,” your body feels like it’s going to tear apart from the inside, yet your hips are moving on their own—as if your body has been indoctrinated into accepting its role as the dragon’s mate.
“n-no more—aangh! please, I-I’ll die, I’ll fucking die if you don’t stop!” but then you’re just a human, barely able to keep up with the stamina and animalistic mating for a dragon—much less a dragon king. but it doesn’t matter to bakugou. to him, you’re nothing but the perfect mate, a saviour amidst his bestial need to impregnate and he’d burn the whole kingdom down if anyone tries to take his mate away from him.
“gonna breed your little human cunt—haah. stuff you full and make—fuck—make you round with my seed,” your walls are raw and sensitive after the countless rounds, even days of sex. his passion is implacable, his cock still as hard as it was the first time he had entered you. it was as if you were the only one debilitated from the trail of time in bakugou’s heat-stuffed cavern, his unceasing drive to mate was enough to fuel the constant, deep thrusts into your sloppy core.
“I’ll cum again! I’ll cum again, annh—please!”
“y-yea, good god. fuck—you’re perfect,” he throws his head back, hissing as your hot walls squeezed his sensitive cock, milking him until his raw cockhead squirts another white load into your womb. “tch—there it is. my good fuckin’ girl milkin’ me again.”
too hot—his seeds scorch your insides. spilling into you like never-ending ropes and making your head spin at the way it burns, marking your womb and dripping down your spent pussy.
“you feel my cum pouring into your womb? feel our litter growing in you?” he bends down and groans into your ears, large hands pressing into your tummy and making his seed spurts out from the pressure.
it’s not enough. not for him, your womb barely seems fertilised even with his white load pouring out of your puffy core like a leaking well. he needs to see your belly plump with his seeds. the thought of you bearing his mini dragons, cuddled up in the warmth of you love nest only fuels him to flip you over and piston his cock into your sobbing cunt again.
“m’too sensitive, please! I can’t anymore!”
“won’t stop till I see that belly swellin’. till I’m fuckin’ dead.”
post-murder overexcited yuuta just trying to calm you down<3
lowk a continuation of this
word count: 1.2k
-content warning: noncon, blood, references to murder/gore, fem reader, yuuta being a creep
“If I let go, you have to promise you’ll be quiet.”
Screams bubbled from your throat as soon as he moved his hand just the slightest. So he clapped it right back over your mouth.
“Aw, I know, baby. That was scary, wasn’t it?” Yuuta cooed in your ear, running his unoccupied hand up and down your side. “But you don’t have to worry anymore. I took care of it.”
Only a few paces away was the it Yuuta referred to; what was left of the man who dared look your way. When you tried to chance a glance at the carnage, the grip sealing your mouth closed and enclosing your jaw yanked you back, forcing you to look ahead. You were sitting between his long legs, wrangled by his free arm across your stomach to keep you right where he wanted you. His chest was flush against your back and you were desperately trying to ignore him getting hard beneath you.
You cringed as he nuzzled against your neck, rubbing his nose and lips up your throat and over your cheek. Tears escaped from your eyes and mixed with the blood drying on his hands. It was all you could smell, all you could taste.
Yuuta simply held you as a new wave of struggle took over. You kicked, clawed his limbs, and tried to force yourself up from the ground to no avail. You hated how easily he held you down and muffled your frustrated cries. He waited out your tantrum until you went limp against him and resorted back to whimpering.
“Are you going to be good now?” He hummed, his grip loosened while he kissed the side of your face.
You nodded, heart thrumming in your chest. He let go of your mouth slowly and you did not make a sound save for catching your breath. Yuuta let his hands smooth over your body, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. You could feel him smiling at your ear as one hand slipped beneath your skirt. You squirmed for a moment until you heard him groan as you accidentally pushed against him.
“M’sorry, baby.” He laughed sheepishly as he shifted his hips into your backside. “You wouldn't mind if I claimed my pretty girl right here, right now, would you?”
You pressed your lips together and whimpered, shaking your head and trying to drag your hips away from him. His fingers only chased, hooking into your underwear and peeling it down just enough to feel the sticky mess between your thighs.
You stared down at yourself in disbelief as his fingers slid up and down your folds with ease. There was no way you were soaking wet for him. You started to cry again, hanging your head in shame. Yuuta tutted, bringing his other hand back to your mouth to pull your head back into his shoulder. But he didn’t stop there. Blood-stained fingers slipped between your teeth and rested on your tongue.
He tangled his legs with yours to strategically pry them apart, spreading your cunt apart enough for him to worm his nimble fingers inside. You drooled over the ones in your mouth as he played with you. Yuuta expertly used the slick from your insides to spread up your slit, knuckles knocking against your puffy clit.
“Did you like watching me cut that guy down?” Yuuta’s laugh sounded too innocent and light given the circumstances. “You like seeing me jealous, sweetheart?”
You grumbled around his fingers in your mouth as he sunk three into your center. “Hm?” He wiggled them inside of you, watching intently as your hips jerked and your teeth made the softest indents against his skin.
You wagged your head back and forth, trying to lose the hand in your mouth, but his fingers quickly shot to the back of your tongue to rein you in. He only chuckled at your reactions. “It’s okay, you don’t have to admit it.”
Your fingers dug into the fabric of his pants as he began to languidly pump his fingers in and out of you. It was a tight fit but you were so aroused that it barely stung. You cringed at the squelch of his movements, fingers pressing incredibly deep inside of you. You grew limp in his hold, head lolling over as he pet your tongue and insides simultaneously.
Blood and gore stared back at you. Oh, right. You’d almost forgotten about that.
“No, don’t look at him.” Yuuta quickly dragged your head back into line. “Look at what I’m doing to you.”
You were a soaking mess around his fingers, cunt pulsing and throbbing with desire for release. Yuuta spread his fingers in front of you, showing you the strings of slick that clutched to them. Before you could start crying again, he was pushing you forward on your knees and following close behind you. He was quick to completely tear your panties away and replace them with his dick sliding between your pussy lips. With your hands splayed in front of you to keep you from crumpling to the ground, you watched as your tears and spit dripped onto the alley floor.
“You drive me crazy, baby.” A hand grasped onto your hip while the other caressed down your back. He was barely breaching you now. “I just can’t stand to see anyone else look at you like that.”
As soon as he pushed in there was no more holding back. He nearly collapsed on top of you, forcing you against the beaten concrete. One of his hands splayed across the back of your neck to hold himself up as best he could, while the other gathered your wrists to hold them above your head. His hips smashed into your ass with each thrust, the force ricocheting pleasurably through your body. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as he battered the most intimate spaces of your body.
“F- f- fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby.” Yuuta whimpered down into the crook of your neck as he forced your body to scrunch to meet his harsh thrusts. An arm scrambled around your neck to pull your face up out of the dirt. It also let him get a better look at your fucked-out face. “I know it’s a lot. But you… you take it soo good for me. Such a good girl for me.”
“Yuu… ta…” you choked out, struggling to keep yourself afloat over all the pain and pleasure he gave to you so sweetly.
He sloppily sucked at the side of your face until he happened to find your lips, twisting you into an oppressive kiss that made it impossible to move or breathe. He moaned and whimpered into your mouth, teeth clashing into yours and spit dribbling down your chins. When you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer, it didn't matter, he gripped onto your hair and held you up himself as his hips chased endlessly inside of you.
Your hands clawed against the ground as he abused you into orgasm. He didn’t seem to notice or care, just kept on mouthing at whatever he could reach. Cheek. Lips. Neck. Your whines turned into crying wheezes as he continued until he was spilling inside of you, pulling you into another devouring kiss before he had to stop to catch his breath.
You tried to pull away but he didn’t want to let go.
u know the fight where yuta says to ryu "just this once, okay?" and what if... yuta edged you the entire night and let you cum just once 😭😭😭😭 and he says that phrase 😭
i kid you fucking not i just wrote a drabble of yuta edging you literally last night AND THEN I SEE THIS IN MY INBOX you get me fr anon im pasting it here below the cut
i know that man is a FREAK and MEAN. the way he could so easily convince kenjaku he's on their side, only to turn around and be his sweet self to itadori & co... fuck, he's going to use that same method on you.
his eyes would be hooded in that eerily, heinous way that makes your pussy fucking clench around his fingers as he's thrusting up into your gummy walls, hitting every spot just so right.
his thumb is on your clit, pressing tight, synchronized circles as he refuses to take his gaze off of you, watching as your cheeks flush, chest heaves, and the corners of your mouth twitch.
you're getting louder and louder, moans signaling to him that you're about to fucking fall apart.
he smiles, so big and promising. "yeah? you gonna come for me, baby?"
you nod profusely, unable to do much more than choke on your words. "mhmmm'fuck-"
and then he stops. full send. no steady removal of his fingers, just pulls them out abruptly without any care.
you shoot him daggers. he just smirks and licks his lips, dropping his face down to your pussy.
you barely have time to remember your irritation, already becoming a mess again the second his tongue is on your cunt, slurping you up like you're his fucking daily nutritional needs.
you're squirming, gripping his hair harshly, ragged groans escaping your throat as you, once again, teeter the edge. "y-yuta!" you scream, riding his face with so much desperation.
but he doesn't let you have it. he wants to make you fucking cry.
you're already vibrating uncontrollably, body overstimulated and begging for release.
and yuta, lifting his head up to look at your fucked-out face, sends you that same, damn faux sweet smile that makes your heart both race and irritates the fuck out of you.
"yu- please," you bite your lip, whining as you try to push his mouth back down against your pussy. or pull him up so his cock can slip inside; you weren't really sure which you wanted.
"awww," he coos, almost mocking, "does my baby need to come?"
"i need it," you mewl, breathing heavily, "please, fuck- please let me come."
"i'll consider it," he hums, looking smug, "if you're a good girl for me and do what i say."
well, agreeing was probably your best mistake.
you had no idea how long it had been, yuta alternating between his fingers, mouth, and cock to push you closer, only to deprive you again and again. repeatedly. but it felt so fucking good, you wanted him to keep pushing your limits. you felt so full, his cock in your tummy as he thrusted as deep and hard as he could possibly manage.
he had already come twice, filling your tight hole to the brim with his milky seed. he squeezed your rosy cheeks and jaw in warning if you dared to let yourself fall apart before he allowed you to.
"oh, baby," he pouts disapprovingly, "you don't want to disappoint me now, do you?"
only when you start sobbing, body convulsing and so utterly ruined that tears are streaming down your cheeks, does he finally fucking allow you to release, "come, y/n," growling as your sticky slick coats his shaft with a seemingly endless flow, "give me everything." you had no idea you could squirt that much, whimpering and flailing all over the mattress as you let everything you'd been holding back for hours go.
yuta's laughing ecstatically, eyes rolling as he feels every drop of you all over his cock.
"fuck, baby, you're coming so much."
"see what happens when you wait patiently?"
"i'm so proud of you."
"keep going, sweetheart, give me one more."
he's almost tempted to edge you again for your second orgasm. but, fortunately, he was truly a kind man, so he let you have it. he'd wrecked and deprived you enough already.
just this time.
"i think," he starts, slowly, as he moves inside of you with steadily growing thrusts once again, "i'm actually not done with you."
❕cw: pseudo-incest, noncon, piss kink, drugging, p in v sex
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⋆ 𑣿 ⠀"𝔰’almost over, baby. gege’s sorry, don’t cry.” his soothing coos are unconvincing as his cock pumps in and out of her warm cunt.
she woke up to him pulling her panties down, vision still blurry from the medicine he had given her to help her sleep (though he’d be a liar if he didn’t admit his infatuation for putting his baby sister out of commission). work was grueling lately and she barely got the rest she needed, so of course he had to step in.
his indulgence is obvious and the first thought that comes to her mind is how much of a hypocrite her brother is. those violet eyes are scary like this, burning into her skull with a possessiveness that can’t be healthy for his well-being. she imagines him in a straitjacket, cock out and leaking for her. a power imbalance.
her legs press together, but he pries them apart with no struggle whatsoever.
“woke up needin’ to piss. you’ll be a good toilet for me, right baby? god you feel unreal, s-shiiit…”
“caaay…” she whines under duress, but any effort she makes to pull away is muted by his evol. she feels like a fly in a spider’s web, helpless and vibrations of retaliation only feeding into his arousal for the hunt.
“fuck yes.” he purrs, and she begins to feel his stream of urine unleash inside her.
there's a floodgate of sensation rippling throughout her core, his warmth and filth permeating every sense imaginable. it's violent but so fucking hot, the way his cock churns the liquid around in her canal. he's panting and calling her names she can barely make out, his body sweat like nectar on her tongue when she sucks onto his bicep for support.
"god, you can't help it, can you? you can't help it," he's poking fun at her, kissing into the nape of her neck as his hips smack into her pelvis.
his large palm presses down onto the lower region of her stomach, enamored by how much it's beginning to bloat. she feels like a balloon on the verge of popping, her broken moans tapering off into pitiful sobs.
"let's cum, mei mei. we can go back to sleep afterwards. just needa cum, baby. capisce?" for someone who's so sleepy, his thrusts seem impressively sober, and his attempt at being silly misses the mark. she nods lazily anyway.
he'll have to clean the bed after his mess, but he's willing to sacrifice if it means putting all of himself deep inside her guts.
Give me more forced intoxication soldier boy and my life is yours 🐶💌
omg, 🐶💌 anon returns!
.ᐟ.ᐟ soldier boy who intoxicates you because it's the only way he can fuck you properly– even if you cry the whole way through it! his fat cock practically splitting you in half, his nails digging into your waist as he pounds you from behind. "can't fuckin' take all of it without gettin' all dumb and whiny, can you?" he taunts, clearly done with the way you cry over the pain pleasure, tears dripping down your face. "c'mon, doll.. tell me how mcuh y'like gettin' fucked by dad." to which you mindlessly babble, your cunt all stretched out and dripping as you continue to struggle to take all of him. and if you weren't so drunk from whatever the hell it was that he gave you, accompanied by his cock basically tearing you apart, it'd almost be funny..
.ᐟ.ᐟ soldier boy who gets you so drunk that you piss yourself as he fucks you. he already knows how sensitive you are, especially during sex, but with you in the current state that you're in? hooo boy. what started off as playful teasing soon turned into him fucking you like a ragdoll, with your eyes all hazy and your body limp. but you can still feel; you feel that pressure building in your lower abdomen, the urge to go.. and even when you slur out how you have to go and all, he does not stop. "gotta hold it like a big girl f'me," is all he demands of you, pressing his fat cock into every pressure point in your cunt. it's clear what he's trying to make you do; make you embarass yourself, just so he can degrade you more. and when you eventually do piss yourself, he doesn't say anything until he fucks at least two more loads of his cum into your gaping cunt. "couldn't fuckin' wait, could you?" he huffs. safe to say that you'll definitely be the one to clean up your mess!
.ᐟ.ᐟ soldier boy who can get you to do anything when you're intoxicated. anal? make a sex tape or two? taboo kink exploration? maybe double penetration? you'll do it all, no matter your protests! he'll have his hands holding your thighs apart, to the point where it hurts, as your tight cunt swallows his fat cock over and over. "gonna let me leash you up like a bitch tonight? yeah? let dad do it?" he keeps repeating, like he's trying to hypnotise you. and, of course, it works. you're a babbling, overwhelmed mess by then, intoxicated to hell and desperate to do anything.. if it makes him stop happy! and, sure, you might just be uncontrollably creaming around his cock as it pumps in and out of you, whining that he's "going too deep!" and "please, daddy!", but he just hushes at you, maybe brings his hand down on your mouth really make a point. "c'mon, doll, just lemme do it– just this once," he begs, shoving back into you. hard and deep. "it'll be so much worse f'you if you don't.."
Iida deciding to eat reader out after filling her so much that she has a bulge.
iida, oh how i love this sweet, sweet man.
—
iida loves you so much. he especially loves filling you up. it’s an addiction for him.
he loves the feel of your pulpy walls squeezing him. how hot and soaked you can get when he touches you in the right places. he knows everything about you, everything. behind your ear, your collarbone, the backs of your knees. even the nape of your neck, where you’re a bit embarrassed because of the little, tight curls of hair. no he loves it, will pluck at it softly and it gives the feel of him pulling your hair. makes you tingle.
absolutely exhilarating.
nothing is better to him than you cumming around him, shaking and twitching, looking like an angel. and of course, him cumming in you. filling you to the point that it seeps out around him, makes a mess of him and you, drooling from your puffy lips while he still thumbs your clit softy, just to see you jerk and hear your pretty whines. no matter how many times he does, it’s like the first.
but this time it was different.
for whatever reason, mid kiss, you just panted with an open mouth, leaving kissing your teeth and tongue. your eyes rolled and nails scratched at his back. all too suddenly, you were made of putty, and your relaxed body was so pliable he couldn’t stop himself from cumming if he tried. the way you simply gave to this stabbing thrusts made him a bit breathless, laying there and simply taking it all, he continued his motion over you.
but it wasn’t the weak grip of your cunny that made him cum, no. it was the broken whine that floated into the air up to him. the way your hand went from gripping his shoulder to in between your bodies, and pushing against him softly. your even softer words of, “‘s comin’ out ten-“ being stopped by a breathy moan and violent flutter of your walls.
he didn’t know what you could even mean until he heard a small squelch between your bodies. looking down, he saw your fingers pressing into the soft skin of your lower tummy, and a bit lower, what looked like copious amounts of cum.
a little obscene if he was honest, but for whatever reason, the look of your sore, puffy lips covered in his cum made his mouth drop open and water slightly. he slowed down, watching it move slowly from your clit to where he was buried in your little, leaky hole. he couldn’t stop the orgasm of he tried, and your closed mouth whine made it that much better. and that only made more come out, both thick and runny cum, surely sticky with your own.
and he wants a taste, just a little one.
lifting your legs to your chest, your breath was pressed from your lungs on a questioning, “ten-ya?” and you felt a lick from your taint to your clit’s hood, making your lifted legs shake and your fingers dig for purchase in the sheets. moans left your lips as he continued slow laps from your twitching hole to suck at your clit softly. thick fingers only pressed into your thighs harder when you reflexively kicked from the half second tickles at your furled hole, making you question your current sanity. “ten,” a loud and filthy slurp could be heard, and you stilled. what was he doing.
with heavy palms opening your legs, you see iida come back up to you with white along his mouth and chin and nose, lips pursed. you shook a bit when he let go of your legs and grabs your jaw in both hands and pried your mouth open. wide, thumb hooking onto your lower set of teeth. in slow motion it feels like, you see him dribble out thick, white fluid, and it made you gasp. you almost sputtered but decided against it so you wouldn’t choke, and the slimy feel of cum rushed down your tongue. it seemed endless, just being fed to you like a baby bird, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes to the act. truly, it wasn’t that bad, a bit warmer than usual coming from his own mouth, and you could taste a hint of yourself, but it didn’t stop you.
finally at the end, iida closed your mouth softly, kissing your lips and waiting for you to open your eyes. when you did, he ran his tongue over his messy lips and trailed sticky kisses from your chin to your neck. the light touches made you swallow, feeling the little puffs of air from his nose and wet kisses from his lips. he gripped your head again and kissed you between words of, “not sure what took over me,” and “such a wonderful girl.” you both smiled into the kisses, making them eventually stop when your teeth began clashing.
there was a flicker in his eye that made your breath catch, and in a slow move, you grasped his side. “what?”
he didn’t answer your one worded question right away. he didn’t have to. his hand crawling down your side and tummy made you aware.
no bc i have this visceral fantasy around it....of being a villian who's highkey obsessed with him, yandere leaning, you want his kids, obsessed with the idea of how powerful they'd be. its all you think abt. every act of violence u commit is to gain his attention, to bring yourself closer. when they send someone else, you fall back. but when its izu....you play. you taunt, you tug and pull and let him chase until you've driven him to his limit and he asks. why.
its you, you tell him, thats why. and you wont stop until he gives you what you want.
"f-from me?" flushed cheeks and red bitten lips. eyes trying so hard to stay stern even as they waver. "what could you want from me?"
just one night. you croon, creep close and trail your hand up his abdomen, hear his breath hitch, his eyes gaze down at you in wonderment. just give me all of you for one night
he tells himself he's being a hero, this is heroic. tongue coming out to wet his lips. "and....and you'll stop? for good?"
it'll all end you promise, nod once demurely.
but you never planned on keeping that promise. not when he's finally inside you, hips ramming into yours, sweat slicked skin moving above yours as he works his cock in and out of you. when he feels it coming, feels the clench in his balls he has to start to pull out.
but you lock him in. and really, he could overpower you. easily. but he doesn't.
lashes wet with tears as he just babbles and whines "please let me go. w-we cant. please please please m'gonna get you pregnant, oh god"
but its done. as soon as the words "get you pregnant" leave his lips he's coming already. he fucking sobs with it. sobs into your shoulder but hes still fucking the sloppy mess of his cum into your cunt in desperate little rolls of his hips.
shakes on top of you and you feel so victorious. you giggle.
n that makes him go deathly still over you. his tremors stop. your shoulder is wet from his tears and your legs have started to lax around him, so when his hands reach down to grip your hips you think hes gonna push you away, pull out. you're expecting it.
but his grip isn't pushing, its grounding. his hands bruise your skin as he holds you down. n when he lifts his head his eyes are dark with betrayal. but also need. he says softly, "you planned this"
you can't deny it, so you don't bother.
Its like a realization. its like years of being pushed arnd come to a snap and u see the transition. eyes glaze over n go kinda cold n the thrusts one, hard into you. makes u squeak and scrabble your hands on his chest but he just pins those down "no...m'gonna give you want you want. gonna give you a baby . gonna make sure it sticks, so when your baby asks where his dad is you can think back on what a fucking lying whore you were to get him"
folds you into a mating press and his voice is still shaky, still breathless as he praddles on, all while fucking your sticky cunt, his cum already there sloshing down your thighs and around his cock. "you've wanted this. this is why you're always fucking-" you clench around him when he curses. hes fucking you like he hates you. like hes punishing you. "-acting out. couldn't just ask me out like a normal fucking-" thrust. "person -" thurst "-would"
"Izu" you whine helplessly. helpess since the first moment you've seen him. not in control.
"thought about this" he pants, leans down and uses one hand to dive through your hair, pull it taut so you have nowhere to look but at him when he pushes his forhead to yours. "thought about you like this. having you. making you be good for me. you're so fucking pretty-" his cock slowly glides in and out of you now, "really pretty. you knew we'd make good kids, didn't you?"
"still" he sighs, leans back and grips your thighs, yanks you close. "i can't forgive you. not yet"
he swivels his hips once just to see your lashes flutter. pets a hand down your tummy. "you're a villian" he says, the light back in his eyes. the determination. "can't make babies with a villian"
"im gonna have to fuck you till you agree to be good"
› synopsis: hanta makes you tease yourself for him but you're not a very good listener :(
› cw/tw: 18+ (MDNI !!), degradation (fuck toy, whore, disgusting, nasty, bitch, filthy), afab masturbation, pussy spanking (just once though), power play ? (controlling reader's pace), not proofread because i wrote this at 3 am in between microdreams
› wc: 484
“such a pretty girl, touching yourself for me…”
your boyfriend’s voice was practically a purr, and something about the roughness of it made your middle finger rub those little circles on your clit a bit faster. his black hair tickled your cheek while you tried to tuck your face into the side of his neck, whimpering with every breath.
“ah ah, slow. i don’t remember saying that you could speed up.” hanta tuts with faux disappointment. “such a greedy little pussy.. can’t believe you’re this wet from me calling you mean things.”
he leans over a bit, his face directly above yours. He angles himself towards your own soft, trembling body where you lay on your back.
“my sweet fuck toy.. my pretty little whore..” he smirks at the way you shiver, the way your breathing deepens. “that’s disgusting, y/n. where’s your self respect?”
he cupped your bare chest with one hand. poor, dumb you. you just can’t help yourself. you need more.
“h-hanta,” you whimper, and mindlessly speed up yet again.
“slow down, y/n,” he hisses, his hand reaching down just for a second to land a harsh smack to your weeping cunt. you yelp and almost forget that you aren’t allowed to close your thighs either. your half-lidded gaze somehow found his in the darkness of his room, pleading with the sorry expression on your face.
“please, hanta.. please, i-i need to cum.”
“really?” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “i never would’ve guessed with the way you were cussin’ me out earlier.”
he flicks your nipple just to see you flinch. it’s a small punishment.
“nasty little whores don’t get to cum, especially not when you call me a bitch just ‘cause i found out your secret.”
his head dips, his lips nearly brushing yours as he speaks.
“not my fault you can’t handle being called disgusting. i was joking, you know.”
your fingers subconsciously move faster yet again at the memory. thankfully, he’s forgiving.
“christ, y/n, how many times do i gotta tell you? rub that clit slow,” he reminds you, “slowly, pretty girl. just like how i’d do it, right? slowly, because you don’t deserve to cum after being so mean to me.”
your thighs are twitching, your hole tightening around nothing. relief is just at the tip of your tongue, but you obey. you slow down and you nearly cry at the loss of friction.
“good girl,” he coos, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. “good bitch.. bet you like when i punish you, huh? you like when i edge you.”
his lips finally connect with yours for the first time since you’d called him a brainless, ignorant idiot, and more, about thirty-five minutes ago. he’s tender, yet intentional about how much he gives. it’s comforting and frustrating at the same time.
“you want me to stretch that filthy pussy with my fingers?” he murmurs into your mouth. you only whine in response and he chuckles at the sound. “yeah? ask me nicely, then.”
mdni cw: ummm fingering, bad language, no 'grown folk sex' bcos im 20 fuck yall, what else, running from it, praise ig, needy reader, soft dom sero, is it soft dom? idk man, teasing, he's so annoying, fem reader, black coded reader, umm idk its kinda dub-conish? bondage, improper use of quirks, he’s sooo greedy omg, some shit just writes itself.
wc: 1.6k
starting track...
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“what time you gonna be back?”
sero huffs out a quiet laugh, low into the receiver, shoulders dipping as he leans back against the brick wall outside the restaurant. the night air’s cool, city noise humming around him, neon from the sign above bleeding red across the pavement.
he can hear it. the pout. you’re doing a piss poor job of hiding it, trying to keep your voice level, but it’s there, soft around the edges, pulling at his heart strings.
“tchhh… i don’t know, babe,” he says, cigarette tucked between his lips, words curling around the smoke. “what time d’you want me back?”
on the other end, you huff, softly, tiredly, his poor baby.
he grins, slow, lazy, eyes half-lidded as he exhales a thin stream of smoke off to the side.
“i want you here now, han.”
yeah. there it is. his head tips back against the wall, a soft tsk leaving him like he’s annoyed, but his slick smile is still there, stuck at the corner of his mouth. because his girl, his pretty girl, is at home, asking for him like that.
you’re not usually like this. usually it’s sharp words, dry tone, acting like he’s just barely tolerable. always got something to say, always got him rolling his eyes and biting back a laugh.
this is new, and he likes it a little too much.
“now?” he repeats, teasing, quieter this time, voice low as he drags the cigarette from his mouth, tapping ash onto the pavement. “damn. didn’t know i was in such high demand.”
you make a small sound, somewhere between a groan and a complaint.
“don’t start,” you mutter. “you said you’d be back early.”
“i said i’d try,” he corrects, easy, like it’s nothing. but his gaze flicks toward the restaurant door anyway, where muffled laughter spills out every time it opens.
shoto’s thing, it's a big deal, and the first time they've all been together in almost two years.
he looks back down the street.
then back at the ground.
“…it’s just dinner, baby,” he adds, softer. “i’m not gone-gone.”
another pause. he can hear something shifting on your end, fabric, maybe you moving on the couch, or pacing, you do that when you’re thinking too hard.
“i know,” you say, but it’s quieter now. honest. “just—”
he frowns slightly, cigarette forgotten between his fingers. “just what?”
he can hear you exhale, he can almost see you bite down your ego and pluck up the courage to say, "i miss you."
god, his heart melts, and his cock twitches. you are so fucking cute, you don't even realise it. and he's a weak, weak man, it doesn't matter that he literally saw you this morning.
“yeah?” he murmurs, voice dropping, smoothing out just enough. “you miss me?”
he’s smiling like an idiot, full-on, but you’d never hear it in his tone. he knows better than to push it too far, knows you’d snap right back if he started sounding too pleased with himself.
there’s a small, irritated sound from you. you're probably rolling your eyes, you've probably got that half-disgusted scrunch on your face that he loves so much.
“don’t make it weird," your voice crackles through the phone, deadpan at his silence.
“i’m not,” he lies easily.
“you are.”
“a little,” he admits, softer.
the teasing edge dulling as he rubs the back of his neck, glancing down at the cigarette before dropping it and grinding it out under his shoe.
“alright,” he says, like he’s decided something mid-step. “i’m not staying long.”
you go quiet for a second.
“…you don’t have to—”
“i know,” he cuts in. “i want to.”
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“what, i leave you for a couple hours and this is what happens?”
three fingers stuffed into your sopping, quivering pussy, flexing, scissoring, in and out, and in and out, and in and out—
“nothing to say?”
what can you say? what can you do? other than drool into your pillow and quiver. other than arch your ass back into his palm and whine when he stops moving.
other than start pouting, again, “hann— why’d’you stop?”
fuck he loves this. he lives for this. because, again, you’re not normally like this. you love making his life hell, you love pushing his buttons and telling him how unfunny he is when he retaliates. you love frowning at him, and rolling your eyes, and muttering sarcastic shit under your breath.
so he savours these moments, the times where you crumble into his arms, or into his bed, and only he can pick you back up and put you together.
it inflates his ego so bad.
and his dick.
which he’s been ignoring for a while, and he’ll probably keep ignoring it for a little bit longer. i mean, how can he even focus on his own pleasure right now, not when his pretty girl is begging for his attention.
him and only him.
he wants to hear you say it again, call out his name, he wants that little “hanta, please,” on loop in his brain, again, and again, and again.
“where d’you think you’re going?”
because why are you running from it, feebly trying to shift yourself up the mattress. two big hands grab the underside of your thighs and pull you in, closer.
“thought you wanted me ‘here, right now’,” you hate when he does that, mocks your voice in that ridiculous high pitched manner that sounds nothing like you. “‘swear you said that, huh, baby, could’a sworn you were begging me to come home?”
your pussy replies for you, just squelch, squelch, squelch, god if you had any coherency, you’d be so embarrassed. but you’re so far gone, he knows it, so he doesn’t push for an answer.
instead he snickers, one of his hands placed on the small of your back, pushing your body further down into the mattress, practically holding you hostage, and the rough pads of his fingertips slowly caressing your inner walls.
“baby,” he snorts, swirling the digits, around and around, your poor abused clit, swollen, puffy. “stop tryna run, you wanted this, you wanted han t’come and make you a mess.”
“my girl’s soooo fucking filthy,” and he cages your body with his own so he can murmur directly into your ear, “listen to her, poor thing, she’s been thinking about me all day.”
god you hate him so much, you foot kicks out to try and get him to shut the fuck up, but those stupid fuckin’ hero instincts of his.
tape. the tape hero.
how could you forget.
you feel the familiar weight of it, the binding of his quirk, the underside of your calves suddenly feeling heavy and sticky.
asshole.
you haven’t forgotten yourself yet, “fuckin’ bastard,” you slur in between moans, as you weakly attempt to wiggle your trapped legs. “lemme go— lemme,”
“tch, not talkin’ t’you honey,” he’s delirious on the feeling of your warm syrupy walls clenching against his fingers, even tighter now that you can’t move, “m’talkin’ t’my poor baby down here.” punctuated by a wet smack to your clit that has your toes curling.
“she needs me right now,” he mouths at your shoulder, desperate to leave his mark on you, desperate for you to feel this tomorrow, to remember him when you go to work in the morning, “you’re not gonna deny her, are ya?”
you crane your neck back at his closeness, your soft pout returning, awh, how adorable, he caves easily, gifting you something that’s more claim than kiss.
his tongue making itself at home in your mouth, trying to hide his smirk as he nibbles on your lips.
he can’t help himself when you get like this.
especially when he knows that the weak attempts at escape are just for show, just so you can say later than you definitely weren’t into it, and what the fuck is he talking about.
always the way with you.
but you’ve gone quiet now that his tongue’s down your throat, invading your personal space. maybe this is what you wanted all along, him. crowding your body and clouding your senses.
god, it get’s him off.
how badly you want him, how much you need him.
and the fact that you can only get off with him here, the fact that your fingers don’t compare anymore, not after you’ve had a taste of his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock.
he might cum on principle alone.
might? he does.
with one limp hump, and a pathetic strangled groan that he desperately tries to swallow down. but it’s never felt so good.
he rides it out, through jitters and twitches, and fingers still pummelling your gummy pussy as he does so.
you feel it, the warmth spreading, through the fabric of his pants, all the way to the back of your bare thighs.
you would’ve started snickering, maybe made a cute little scathing remark as you are prone to, if not for the fact that he does quite literally everything in his power to distract you from the evidence of your effect on him.
his unoccupied hand snakes it’s way under your body so he can pitch your puffy nipples, his palm heavy as he grabs a handful of the soft flesh of your tit.
he doesn’t even let his mouth part from yours as he thumbs your clit, he leaves no space for you to comment, but i don’t think you would, even if you could.
not when you’re floating like this.
caught somewhere between space and time, where only he exists, only hanta, and his stupid, magical, fingers.
but even as he coos condescendingly when you finally squirt, and it gets all over his wrist, soaks his bedsheets, and the tingles spread all the way down to your toes, you know he’s not finished.
he still has to leave his mark deep inside his poor little pussy.
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sorry guys i have cellophane sleeping in my bed tnite and im NOT SHARING.
LAWD imagine Sero and Denki fighting between your thighs because Denki’s too big of a munch he refuses to let go 🤤
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Greedy!
┊┊18+ MDNI!!! thank you anon for finally making me live up to my name...kamislop back in business baby (sorry if it came out dogshit i haven't written threesomes in a solid minute) wc. 1k
"dude, you said we were going to share—"
"mphf, yeah…j-just a little mm-more—"
if you weren't actively losing your mind over Denki's tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely, you would've scolded these two losers for having the audacity to argue while eating you out. with your thighs wrenched so far apart your hamstrings are on the verge of protesting, Hanta has got one arm hooked around your leg while his greedy friend has an open palm pressed against the plushy skin.
greedy. yeah, that was the only fitting term for his behavior.
the moment the blond's lips had gotten a taste of you, he was addicted. how was he supposed to share when you tasted so good? he was buried nose deep into your gushing pussy, swirling tastebuds on a mission to consume you— he was definitely doing this for himself rather than for you.
"D-Denki, fuck!" you mewl sweetly, fingers tangled in his golden hair as his lips close around your clit, suckling at the perked, needy nub. and poor Hanta is doing what he can, kissing the inside of your thigh, a large hand cupping your breast from underneath your shirt. "does it feel good, baby?" he pinches your nipple, coaxing a moan that only grows louder when Denki slips his tongue into your hole.
you're nodding like a madman. "yes! ngh- fuck, yes!" you pant, hips bucking into the pretty blond's mouth, the hand that's not in his hair wrapped against Hanta's forearm, back arching into his touch, encouraging him to play with your tits more. how could he ever deny you? though if Denki would just move out of the way—
"man i said move—"
"bro you don't g-get it," Denki mumbles, maw still plastered to your puffy folds, "feels t'good, i tell ya…"
Hanta's hissing something back, but you can't quite hear him over the slutty slurps that Denki is drawing out of your cunt, slick and spit a dangerous combination that's positively getting to his head. "you're pissing me the fuck off," he grumbles, finally deciding he's had enough. "i said—" he grabs a fistful of blond hair, forcing it away from between your legs. "—move."
and then he's kissing him. hard and messy and angry. he moans when he tastes you on his friend's tongue, sliding against his in a sloppy french kiss that looks to natural to be the first time they've done this. you're transfixed, helping yourself up on your elbows to get a good look of the show they're involuntarily putting up for you.
this is so fucking hot.
as if reading your internal monologue, Hanta's free hand approaches you once more, two digits easily slipping inside your cunt, thumb drawing languid circles on your dick. your head flops back against the pillows, moans mixing with Denki's whimpers, so lost in the kiss you're pretty sure the wad of spit that coats both you and Hanta's fingers comes from him.
"H-Hanta, s-shit…feels s'good…" you whine. there's a wet plap! when the two finally break from the kiss. "yeah?" dark hooded eyes gaze up at you with a smirk. "yeah y'like it, dirty girl…gushing like crazy when we started kissing," he teases, the boy beside him chuckling when you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out an embarrassed sqeak. "she loved it," Denki doubles down. "and we never deny a girl of something she loves, do we now?"
you miss it, the quick, silent look they share, before Denki head's dipping down to catch Hanta's thumb in his mouth, tongue brushing your clit in the process. you gasp, either at the sight or the sudden lack of touch, even though Hanta's fingers are still pumping in and out of you at a leisurely pace.
once he's done licking his friend's digit clean, he lets a fat dollop of spit trickle down your slit, then he fists the collar of Hanta's t-shirt to drag him down right between your legs with him. it's maddening. Denki is like a famished man, slobbering over your cunt like he needs to drink as much of you as he can before you disappear. Hanta's pace is slower, sultry, like he's got all the time in the world to enjoy the taste of you, committing it to memory.
together, it's a combination that makes your brain go haywire.
you feel it when they each press a thumb over your folds to spread you wider, making sure there's not a square inch of you that's left unattended. "guys w-wait— 's too much!" you're crying out, gold and raven locks spilling from your clenched fists over their heads, your body unsure if you're supposed to seek more or squirm away. "'m not gonna last long…i'm gonna—"
"cum?" Hanta breathes against your puffy, sensitive flesh. "gonna be good and cum for us?"
your affirmative response comes in the form of a pathetic yelp, before the heat that had been brewing deep in your belly finally erupts. starting from your gut and blooming outwards, both boys are moaning deep in your cunt, contending each drop of your sweet slick that's spewing out, coaxed by Hanta's fingers and their tongues.
they don't let go until you're begging, tears brimming your eyes and muscles twitching with overstimulation. of course, they're both sporting the same shit-eating grin when they finally withdraw, enjoying how spent you look. you groan as you collapse into the pillow. "fuck you guys," you huff.
"weird way to say thanks," Denki quips. Hanta wiggles his brows. "unless that was a proposition—"
"neither of you is getting close to me for at least the next twenty minutes," you point your index and middle finger to the boys like an accusation, but they simply laugh at your half-hearted threat. Hanta's hand is gently caressing your shin, chin propped up on your knee.
"so since you're off limits for the foreseeable," he begins. "that thing we did before…want to watch us do it again?"
notes: you're avoiding caleb. thankfully, your sweet boyfriend daddy takes care of you corrects your fussy attitude and makes you his baby again. (sweet/mean daddy dom caleb x avoidant/insecure reader. read the warnings properly. don't like, don't read.)
2.7k words, basically pwp. daddy/dad kink, mentions of "gege". dubious consent (reader somewhat resists caleb in the start. she later consents nonverbally. caleb uses strength against her.) spanking as punishment. pussy slapping (reader says that it hurts, but also leans into it. he does it as a warning at first, but she ends up liking it, dubcon.) no penetration. size difference. heavy praise. references to caleb acting like he's her dad. age play dynamics (reader goes into subspace. caleb describes reader as small and little, uses "little girl/baby" and other similar terms. use of the word "cunny" to reference readers genitals. caleb is called both "daddy" and "dad" & talks down to reader.) they are both adults, this is a dynamic they play with. no real aftercare, reader dozes off in calebs arms.
there are some reader descriptions in this fic: reader has a small chest & is smaller/shorter than caleb. hes stronger than her. she has a bush. her body is described as soft, she is written to be read as chubby. her skintone and hair are not described.
once again, please READ THE WARNINGS FULLY, and please feel free to send an ask for more info if you want clarity on the warnings before reading or you think i could clarify something. stay safe <3
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caleb sees right through you. when you've messed up, feel guilty over something, you can't hide from him. he sees you try to pull away, to self-isolate, to brush over the mistake, to pretend nothing's wrong. it doesn't work, not with him. he just waits for you to find him, and when you do, his arms are open, no matter how much you seem to resist or want to hide.
you've spent the last two days in this state, after a reckless mistake at work, a missed assignment, or some other important task that slipped your mind. its a quiet, almost calm evening when it catches up to you. when he catches up to you.
whether you sought him out or he had to catch you himself, it doesn't matter. all it takes is one look from him and you're teary-eyed and ashamed, covering your face, only for him to pull your hands back.
“i'm so proud of you,” caleb caresses your cheek. the praise is undeserved, you think. his tone is comforting and out of place, it sounds almost paternal. your face heats, and against your will, your form melts into his. he catches you instinctually, with ease.
“come here, let me take care of you,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling gently under your hands.
you sniffle, fussy, turning away. you feel embarrassed. you weren't supposed to fold so quickly. he only hums at you.
“don’t need to do anything, just lemme take care of it all, i know what you need,” he tells you, not unkind, but not leaving room for argument either.
your mind whirls with a heady, buzzing pleasure as caleb leads you into the bedroom and starts undressing you. his hands are tender and thorough, and he shushes you at any sign of protest.
“daddy knows best, he needs to see his little girl to make her better, okay?” he explains, as if he was waiting for your approval. as if he wasn't already set on making you relax for him no matter what.
he pulls your arms up, holding them there with one hand wrapped around your wrists, the other pulling your shirt off. he smiles at you encouragingly as you pout at him, grumpy. next, caleb tugs down your pants and underwear, even removing your socks, leaving your body completely exposed in contrast to his clothed form.
he sits you in his lap once you're bare, eyes warm and affectionate.
“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asks, palm smoothing over your bare hip, as if petting you.
“did so well for me, good job,” caleb praises, and your exposed core throbs.
you whine and pout, not quite knowing what for. he only chuckles and smiles at you, thumb brushing your chin.
“does my little baby want something, hm?”
he scans your body, the attention only making you feel smaller, limp in his arms. your eyes are wide, following his movements as he brings one big palm to your chest.
calebs hand covers one breast easily as he palms it gently. the groping makes you whimper, the way he massages one side before switching to your other breast.
“so much tension in your pretty body, no wonder you're feeling fussy,” he wonders, hands working at you while holding your hips still, forcing you to just sit there and let him grope you.
“good thing that daddy's here now, to set you right again”
his hands spread your thighs firmly, your little squeaks of resistance cooed at, dismissed affectionately. your cunt is sticky and slick with your arousal. your cheeks feel hot, embarrassed at the way his eyes focus intently on your body.
“this the reason?” caleb asks, looking at your eyes only for a moment, voice warmly teasing. “this little cunny needing some attention, making my sweet girl all difficult?”
he’s talking down to you, not meanly, only authoritatively. he hums, hand sliding down your soft stomach, sliding past the curls at your pubic to directly cup your sex.
he holds your legs apart more firmly, spreading his own thighs underneath you to force them wider, to feel your wetness better.
“can’t have my girl left wanting, can i?” he talks more to himself, pressing his palm against your throbbing clit before withdrawing his hand again.
right as you're about to protest, lips pouty and eyes teary, he shushes you, then licks his fingers, moaning slightly.
“mmh, tastes so good, it's like that sour attitude is dripping right out of you,” he says, praising despite the patronising words. you want to squirm in embarrassment again, but his grip is so steady that you can't move. it shouldn’t make your head spin so easily.
“you’re getting even more fussy, baby,” caleb admonishes, voice too warm and affectionate to be considered real discipline, until he picks you up and hauls you over his lap.
once he’s flipped you around, his palm presses down on your low back and his forearm restricts your thighs so your squirming and kicking is rendered useless.
“my little baby doesnt mean it, i know she doesn't," he assures, squeezing and groping at your ass greedily, “-but, that doesn’t mean i can let this kind of behaviour go just like that, does it?” he leans down, gripping your face, making you look up at him.
your eyes are wet, your mouth slightly open, and your face is hot with the humiliation of being spread over caleb’s lap, fully exposed like this.
“hnng,” you manage a whine, and he shakes your head for you, then coos in agreement.
“there’s my good girl, you do understand, i have to do this,” he squeezes your face, speaking clearly and sweetly, like you won't understand otherwise. “it’s daddy's job to take care of his baby,” caleb explains, reasoning his behaviour. “corrections are necessary for your well-being”
he's talking down to you, kissing your forehead to placate you like he's your actual dad, you think. treating you like you can't handle yourself; like you don't get a say. his hand slides down your back, stopping to grab your ass, holding it there.
“don’t worry, daddy’s gonna make it all better,” he coos, giving your bare ass a slight tap to start.
“-mmh, daddy,” you whine, pleading. caleb shushes you, smiling.
“i know, shh, i know baby,” he comforts, and for a moment you think caleb won’t spank you over his lap after all. his voice is so genuine, so caring. then, he speaks again.
“you’ll be better for it,” he tells you, humming gently, like this is something he has to do. “daddy’s gonna take care of you, like i always do”
his palm lands against your ass harder the next time, and you cry out, clutching his thigh. he rubs the skin between the hits.
“only ten, this time,” caleb informs, as if there was a logic to this. to him, maybe there is, but to you, it doesn't make a difference: it’s not in your control. you squeal as he strikes again.
“ah, there you go, let it out,” he praises, before hitting again.
“that’s three, already, my brave girl,” he coos, making you feel like a kid again, the way he’s talking to you. you kick your feet, petulant and confused, but he only spanks you again, your resistance nothing to his strength. he’s got you pinned with ease, and you know there’s no way out of it.
you can't help the way you jolt at the strikes, and when he delivers three quick ones he holds you in place with more strength to keep you completely still. your core throbs at the feeling of being restrained like this, letting yourself be disciplined like this by your gege.
“there you go, almost there,” caleb coos, rubbing your sore cheeks, letting you take a breath before giving you another slap.
“two more like this, you're doing so well,” he praises, palm smoothing over your ass, his gaze trailing over you appreciatively, as if admiring a prized possession. you hiccup and nod, and he smiles.
“that’s my brave little one, daddy’s so proud of you,” he soothes, laying it on thick before he strikes again. he pats you a bit as you squeal.
“one more,” caleb hums.
when his palm hits your ass next, it comes down harder than before. you let out a sob, the pain forcing the sound out of you. caleb is immediately cooing at you again, his hand smoothing over your ass, leaning down to kiss your hair, letting you clutch him as you sob. your tears don't deter him, don’t make him regret, but he praises you almost apologetically.
“there you go, i know, little girl, that was a lot,” he makes you look at him again, “you did so well, daddy’s proud of you”
you melt into him, your face pressing against his palm readily, crying freely now, whining. caleb’s hands slide under you, lifting you onto his lap again, your small body like a doll in his arms. his hand stays gentle on your sore ass, and he bounces you in his lap a bit.
“there you go, all done, all better,” he kisses your teary face, smoothing your hair back, smiling at you proudly.
he coos at the way you wrap your arms around his neck, almost hanging onto him even after he's disciplined you like a kid.
“all good, daddy's here,” he coos, giving you no time to rest, sliding those big, strong hands all over your body, over your small chest, down to your dripping cunt.
you're slick to your thighs now, being bent over his lap making your cunt even more wet and throbbing for him. caleb coos in awe as he spreads your legs, smiling at how he meets no resistance from you this time.
“ooh, look at that pretty little cunny-” he praises, voice warm and proud. he spreads your folds, moving aside the slick hair to expose you to him completely. his fingers look so big between your thighs. he’s handling you so carefully, yet certainly, that it makes you relax even more into his hold. you feel taken care of. like he owns you, like he knows your body better than you. you shiver at the thought.
“daddy-” you whine, legs naturally spreading more for him. caleb smiles, kissing your cheek before shifting you sideways in his lap so he can see you better.
he gently traces your folds, toying with the slick that drips out of your desperate cunt, making a mess of his pants. he avoids touching your clit, careful and slow with his motions.
“aww, does my baby want daddy to make her feel better? does her cunny need attention?”
“mmh, daddy, please,” you nod, lips parted, face hot; a dumb, cute expression that makes calebs cock twitch in his pants.
“tell me, ask nicely,” he reprimands, fingers massaging the mound above your clit, firmly holding you open and exposed for him.
“ask daddy to touch you here,” he taps, then cups your cunt. calebs hand is so big that it envelops you completely.
you throb against his palm as your breath hitches.
“daddy, please-” you whimper, mind reeling and melting, dripping out between your legs, “please touch my cunny, fix it, daddy-”
he groans at the pretty way you plead for him, his eyes rolling back, swallowing.
“fuck, thats daddy’s girl, i love you–asking so nicely–of course, i’ll make it all better,” he praises, the words flowing out of him. caleb sounds outright hungry, his eyes intense and greedy.
his fingers slide over your cunt, brushing over your clit only gently, slowly, and you jolt at the sensation. he moans, grip tightening.
“such a pretty little cunny,” he murmurs, eyes glued to the way you clench and pulsate around nothing when he slides his fingers over your clit again.
you twitch more as caleb switches to rubbing your bare clit more intently–small, light circles–and he inhales sharply. your squirming is making you grind down on his cock. caleb squeezes your hip.
“keep still,” he warns, gathering slick from your entrance.
he spreads the slickness over you again. you close your eyes at the humiliating sounds of it, how wet you are. when caleb targets your exposed clit again, you squirm, oversensitive at the pressure.
he lands a light tap on your cunt with his fingers, ignoring your squeak, then keeps rubbing as he wants to.
“keep still for daddy,” he reminds, slapping again when your hips jolt in response to the previous one.
“ah, dad-” you whine, cunt throbbing at the discipline, his tone, willing your hips to stop moving.
caleb smiles at your desperation, at the title that slips out. his tone is a bit cruel, but always appreciative. he presses down more, using two fingers to directly stimulate your clit, circling it with precision.
“feel good? too much?” he asks, pressing more, then making the touch light again.
you grip his arms, not to stop him, but trying to ground yourself in the overwhelming, almost painful pleasure he forces onto you.
“‘s so much, hurts- daddy, dad-” your whine aborted by a hiccup as he slaps your cunt again, making you arch into the touch.
you're leaning into his chest so you feel the way that he chuckles warmly at your whining, you can almost feel the smile in his voice after he gives another slap.
“does my little girl like that? daddy spanking her little cunny?' caleb asks, smiling in awed realisation, then bringing his fingers down again, testing the theory.
“daddy- please, please-” you whimper, feeling yourself throb, keening into the touch as he brings his fingers to your clit again. “‘m gonna- daddy, can i-”
caleb chuckles, finding you endearing like this. so small, so desperate. he adds pressure and watches your little body struggle and arch against him, both resisting and inviting the pleasure he brings you.
he gropes your tits again with one hand, legs bracketing yours to spread you open and restrain you. he speaks into your ear, appreciative as he squeezes your tits together with one big hand.
“fuck, youre so small-” he groans, pressing harder on your clit, “such a pretty girl for dad,” calebs voice sinks into a low, rough affirmation, his mind reeling.
you feel entirely held, exposed to his gaze, to his hands. caleb’s arms hold you steady, and all you can do is clutch at his biceps as you barrel towards your orgasm.
“daddy-” your eyes roll back at the pointed pleasure at your core. caleb grunts in your ear.
“say it again for me- fuck” he sounds like he's the one pleading now, fingers gripping your softness again, forcing your body close to his.
“tell me whos touching your cunny like this, tell dad youre coming”
his words hit you, pushing you over the edge.
“ah, daddy, dad- i love you, i’m coming- dad-” you manage before calebs fingers on your clit press firmer, your eyes roll back and your body arches into him, mind completely melted.
“fuck, there you go, dad’s so proud of you-” caleb coos, elevating your high, the words dizzying.
”let go for daddy, that’s my little girl,” he praises you through it, clutching your small body to his, fingers carrying on with their circles over your pulsating cunt.
“such a pretty cunny, such a pretty girl,” he praises, cock throbbing at the sight of your intense orgasm. he only slows down once you loosen your hold on his bicep, whimpering and trembling in his arms. caleb smiles, holding your body through the comedown, caressing your body as you catch your breath.
“did so well for me, dad’s so happy you came for him,” caleb kisses your cheek, not minding the way you're out of your mind, blinking and panting in his arms. caleb feels high off of it, feels his heart swell in his chest as much as his cock strains against his pants. he ignores it for now, pressing kisses onto your forehead, your temple, your parted lips.
“daddy’s right here, i’m so proud of you,” caleb pulls you close, cradling your knees over his arm, shushing you as he moves you into his arms fully.
“all better now, just my sweet little girl, now, aren't you?”
you don't answer, just let your head lay limp against his chest, nuzzling close to your gege.
caleb chuckles, feeling pleased, humming so you feel the vibration through his chest.
“just a sleepy girl,” he murmurs, rocking your small frame slightly, “it’s okay, dad’s right here. dad’s gonna take care of you”
18+ mdni | caleb hates seeing you in pain unless he’s the one inflicting it
TW. spanking, he’s not really mean but i guess degrading, dacryphilia, idk 🤷🏽 not proofread and i wrote this as i was falling asleep so there’s lots of run on sentences and typos but idgaffff!!! #ilovemeninuniform!!!
even though he was a colonel, caleb rarely felt in control.
every day brought new problems, new fires to put out, new orders to follow or rewrite. most of his time was swallowed by the fleet, his routine reduced to disciplining subordinates and reshaping plans that never stayed still for long.
some days he hated it. the endless demands, the constant pressure to be everything at once. he’d catch himself wondering, briefly, what his life might’ve looked like if he’d chosen differently, but he hadn’t, and men like him didn’t get to regret their choices.
everything was structured & predetermined. control wasn’t something he had, it was something he was expected to embody. the only time he felt able to truly let go of all the stress that came with his career was with you.
it was easy, the history between you two allowed for a simple routine to form, one that he organized and you followed gladly. at times it felt like you existed just to please him—you never complained or whined, and you would chase after him like a puppy, following his every command.
he never actually asked you to do work of course, acts of service was one of his love languages so he genuinely enjoyed cooking and cleaning for you. the only time he would take advantage of your obedience was when you would beg for his cock.
you were just so needy, constantly asking if he was tired or wanted help relaxing. you would offer massages, ask if you could cockwarm him, promising he wouldn’t have to do anything. it warmed his heart how desperate you were, but it also made him curious to see just how much you were willing to do.
“dirty fuckin’ girl, rubbing yourself on my boots.” he smirked at the sight of your flushed face while you grinded against his shoes, hands clinging to his work pants, “not even ashamed how you’re getting my uniform filthy, hm? come home from work and all you care about is getting that slutty hole filled up.”
you cried out at his harsh tone, cunt clenching around nothing as he gently pressed the tip of his shoe against your swollen clit.
“c-caleb please, it hurts…”
his heart ached at the sight of tears welling in your eyes. he hated seeing you cry, but seeing you on your knees while your hips mindlessly humped against his steel-toed boots made his cock twitch in his pants.
“mm, it hurts?” he asked, faux sympathy laced in his words. using his thumb and index finger to grasp your chin, he lifted your face to watch as your eyebrows furrowed in simultaneous pain and pleasure. “what do you need then? you’re a big girl right, can you use your words? don’t tell me you’re already too dumb to speak…”
you shook your head rapidly at his snide comment, eyes fluttering while looking between his face and the prominent bulge in his pants. you spoke with your voice merely above a whisper, “wanna be filled up…”
he hummed at your comment, hand moving to hold your face. before you could nuzzle into his palm, he withdrew his hand and landed a harsh slap against your cheek, immediately forcing you to look back at him once more as he smushed your cheeks together.
“is that how you ask your colonel for favours? didn’t say please, forgot how to address me…you really are just a hole for me to fuck, huh?”
you whined at his harsh words, the tears lining your eyes finally spilling as he pulled you towards him & forced you to straddle him. without giving you a moment to think, he licked a stripe against your face, groaning at the salty taste of your tears on his tongue.
“taste so fuckin’ good for me, you gonna ask me again or do you need to be taught some manners first?”
as much as you loved when caleb doted on you, this was the only time you got to experience his demanding colonel persona, and you always made sure you took full advantage of it. “jus’ fill me up already, caleb…” you whined, words muffled as his hands continued to press your lips together.
his eyes darkened at your subtle permission to be even rougher, mind racing as he thought of all the ways he could take out the frustration of his day on you.
“looks like you’re asking to be punished then” he smirked before saying those words, using your hair as a handle to twist you into position, bent across his thighs with your bare ass presented to him. he stroked the soft skin, admiring residual marks left from previous nights and biting his lip as you squirmed when he applied pressure onto them. not giving you a warning, he swung a gloved hand harshly against your skin, a cry sounding from your throat as slick dripped down your thighs.
“count for me.” his stern voice demanded, a wet whimper of the number one leaving your lips. not giving you a second to breathe, he withdrew his hand once more and landed another slap, this time against your upper thighs. he alternated between your asscheeks and just below them, watching a fiery red colour bloom onto your skin by the time you reached ‘15’.
feeling satisfied with his work, caleb used his middle finger to run up and down between your labia, the sight of a generous amount of your fluid dripping off his fingers. “it’s not really a punishment if this is how much you enjoy it hm?” he questioned, watching you writhe below him as he moved to use his fingers and finally stimulate your sensitive nub.
“p-please fuck me, colonel xia, put me in my place.” you whined, hips unconsciously pushing up to meet his hand.
he smirked at your desperation, his other hand moving to quickly unbuckle his belt. some days had caleb second guessing if he went into the right profession, but watching you squirm across his legs and cry out his name always made him realize—this was what he was meant to do.
