𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 || 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

Giving The Boys A Teddy Bear

feat. bakugou, kirishima, denki, midoriya, and todoroki

top! dom! amab reader, nsfw

bakugou

bakugou had thrown the teddy across the room saying he didn't need a "stupid bear".

he's too grown for that.

so, how did he end up with his face hiding in the same "stupid bear"?

the teddy muffles his loud "fucks" and "oh god!" as you pound into him from behind.

you mock him.

why is he clinging to the bear now, huh?

"s-shut up!" he whimpers, lifting his head long enough to speak before burying his face in the stuffie again, whining loudly.

you grab his hips and he screams, thighs trembling as he pushes his ass back onto your cock, fingers gripping the teddy tight enough to rip it into pieces.

"t-thank you. there, I said it! no! I won't say what for. ok ok, fine. thank you for the teddy bear. and...and for fucking me."

kirishima

you'd never think that the completely wholesome teddy bear you had gotten your cute boyfriend for a valentine's gift would end up being what he hugs while being fucked hard.

he holds the teddy in his arms, pressing it's soft body against his chest, his head lying on it's stomach.

he cries and drools into the bear, hugging it especially hard when he cums.

it's truly adorable the way he reaches for the stuffie right before you push your cock inside him.

kiri also has a habit of biting the teddy when you're fucking him.

because of his sharp teeth you've had to repair the bear way too many times but you can't exactly just throw the teddy away.

he will cry.

"best valentine's gift ever."

denki

it was nothing less than shocking the first time you fucked denki and the slut grabbed the very same teddy bear that you had got him on a date, and held it tightly as you wrecked his insides.

denki is a total cockslut, completely fucked out, covered in his own cum, drooling, eyes crossed as you continue to pound into him.

he clutches the stuffie and whimpers into it, begging you to keep going, begging you to let him come again.

denki has a habit of sending you dirty videos when you're away from him.

videos of him grinding onto the teddy, mumbling about how good you fuck him.

confiscate the bear when you get home.

it's fun to watch denki suck your cock with big, pleading eyes.

"c-can I have mr. teddy back now? please?"

midoriya

midoriya immediately added the teddy bear to his large stash of stuffies.

"thank you!" he had said with a shy smile.

but the same night, he's bouncing on your cock, stuffie clutched to his chest, his knuckles turning white with how tight he's gripping the bear.

"so good~" he mumbles, whining loudly when the sensitive tip of his dick rubs against the teddy bear.

midoriya wouldn't say that he's always holding the bear when you're fucking him, but somehow, he always is.

he loves lying on his side, hugging the teddy tightly as you grip his hips, pulling him onto your cock over and over.

he loves when you fuck him from behind while he lies on his stomach.

the stuffie is placed under his chest and he wails when his perky nipples rub on the bear again and again.

todoroki

todoroki is so shy with his legs on your shoulders.

he hugs the teddy bear tightly, crying about how good it feels.

you wish you could show him off.

you wish people could see how he bounces in your lap, clutching the stuffie in his hands, head leaning back on your shoulder.

you praise him for how deep he's taking your cock, and when you mention the large bulge showing through his lean stomach, he sobs into his teddy.

everytime you two want to fuck, you can't pass up an opportunity to tease him.

do you need to grab your teddy first?

and the truth is that he is always holding it.

bent over the kitchen counter, legs spread as you fill his cunt over and over, his fingers still grip that damn bear.

and he's never letting it go.

Persistence.

Another request from another person who wants to remain anonymous. Probably one or two more requests until I get back to regularly scheduled programming.

***

Persistence - firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition. A core trait that you've always believed in. Without fail, persistence always pays off.

Heejin glared into your eyes, her eyes full of hatred, thinking about how she ended up with her lips tightly wrapped around your cock. For years she has denied every one of your advances. It started with asking her for dinner - denied. Maybe something more casual like lunch - denied. Perhaps lunch was still too intimate so you asked her for coffee or even a walk - denied. Growing desperate you even offered her money for her body which was unequivocally denied.

From your very first meeting, Heejin hated everything about you–your cocky attitude, your smug smirk, and especially the way you thought money could buy anything. Heejin was determined not to be one of those things. The keyword here is: was.

Once on top of the world, the first member of her group introduced. A solo album shortly after that. A subunit, a group debut, CF endorsements, there was limitless potential of where her career would go. Until there wasn't. That idyllic world came crumbling down when her group was near disbandment. Now in a desperate situation, the once proud Heejin found herself wrapped in a morning ritual she absolutely despised–nothing more than a plaything for your sexual desires.

She may hate you, hate what you're asking her to do, but there's no denying she's good at performing. Her tongue flicked under your head with relentless precision, her cheeks hollowing out with unfathomable suction–bobbing her head up and down, just deep enough before she gagged.

"Feels so fucking good. You look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth Heejin." You taunted. "You must love sucking my cock."

And there it was. That undeniable glare of hatred. Turning you on even more seeing the absolute disgust in her expression.

"Fuck you." An understandably muffled response, seeing how her mouth was full of cock.

With her hair in your hands, a hard thrust pushed you past her gag point, holding her down while her hands furiously slapped your thighs as she struggled to breathe.

"If you hate me so much, just tell me so and I'll stop." A downright evil grin on your face, knowing she couldn't respond.

Your grip released, and she recoiled back, coughing and sniffling, taking deep breaths to catch her breath. You look down, relishing that ever familiar look of hatred on her face as she flipped you off with both hands.

Despite this, Heejin eagerly opened her mouth again once she felt your tip pressed against her lips. She took control, using both hands to corkscrew your cock while she licked and sucked–her tongue swirling around, her lips pressing firmly against you. She moved her head up and down, her mouth working its magic, her hands never stopping.

You almost get lost in the moment, groaning in response to her unbelievable skill. Heejin increased the speed of her movements, her mouth and hand worked together in perfect harmony, sensing you were near completion. With only seconds to spare, you regained your composure and stepped back.

"Naughty little girl aren't you?" Heejin tried and failed to hide her look of disappointment when you stepped away. "Trying to make me cum before I could fuck you?"

You pulled her to her feet and simply marveled at her exquisite physique. Heejin became flush with embarrassment, standing there completely naked and exposed with nowhere to hide–your piercing glare only making her more and more uncomfortable.

Desperate to escape your lecherous gaze, and already knowing what's about to happen, Heejin turns around and bends over the desk. Her hands braced the edge, her body pressed against the cold wooden surface. For just a brief moment, it felt nice–a deep contrast against the heat of her body, part of it anger, part of it arousal. Her heart started racing and her breathing became shallow. She hated this, she hated you, but more than anything, she hated herself for being turned on.

Before the true fun can begin, you took time to admire Heejin's perfect idol body bent over before you–her tight pert ass lifted into the air just waiting to be taken. You've been in this position before, Heejin's petite body being enveloped in your hands when you took your place behind her. Her entire body shivered when you traced your finger down the length of her spine, your hand resting on her perfectly shaped ass, giving it a squeeze.

Her eyes followed your hand as it reached into a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. A liberal application into her tight puckered hole was just the beginning.

"You know what happens next." Your voice low and gravelly, your entire being anticipating fucking Heejin.

"Yes…" Heejin faintly responded, clenching her teeth, an internal struggle of mind and body. Her body betrayed her as she felt the underside of your hard cock pressed in between her cheeks, teasing her, the heat radiating off your cock driving her wild.

Heejin felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was supposed to hate it, and she did at one point, but over time she had become addicted to your cock. The way it filled up her ass like nothing else ever had before. The way you fucked her like she was a piece of meat. Like she wasn't adored by millions of fans. She wanted it more and more, and you could sense it growing with every day that passed.

With your hands on her hips, you pushed forward, just slightly, until just the tip breached her tight opening. Heejin almost shuddered in response, instinctively pushing back to take you deeper, accidentally allowing a low moan to escape her lips. But you had other plans. She had to be broken before she could experience pleasure.

"Beg me for it Heejin." Refusing to push forward until you heard those magic words.

"Fuck you! I hate you. Just get this over with already so I can go!" She spat out her words with malice, but once again her body betrayed her.

You reached around and brushed two fingers against her core, digging around and gathering up her sweet nectar.

"This tells me otherwise…" Holding your thought to taste your freshly coated fingers. "...but if you truly hate this, I'll let you go."

Then you retreated, pulling out of her ass, fully committed to letting her leave. A worthy gamble to break the psyche of the ever proud Jeon Heejin.

"P-Please…" Heejin whispered. She hated herself more than ever, but she couldn't deny her carnal desires after she got a taste.

You returned to her, placing your hands on her hips and driving your cock back into her ass, just slightly deeper than before.

"What else?"

Heejin bit her lip, her entire body trembling with desire. "I...I love being fucked in the ass," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl." You said mocking her, giving her cheek a well deserved spank before thrusting.

Heejin closed her eyes, her body tensing as you slowly entered her. She could feel every inch as you pushed in deeper and deeper, moving slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her muscles began to relax as she became accustomed to the intrusion, her body shaking with pleasure with every thrust.

"Ugh. Your ass is so tight. I would fuck it every morning if I could. Oh wait, I already do."

Heejin wanted to retort. But she couldn't. Too lost in the pleasure and pain of your hard cock stretching out her ass. The way you pounded into her ass with reckless abandon like you owned it. She was quickly becoming undone. Never before had she felt so completely dominated–her body being pounded into submission.

"Fuck me harder…fuck me harder…" Heejin kept repeating. No longer worried about keeping up her facade and solely seeking out her own pleasure. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the desk, your two bodies nearly embedded into one as you fucked her as hard as you could.

All the signs were there. She was close. While pounding into her with steady precision, you pulled her hair, her back arching until she was next to you. "Cum for me Heejin." Then there it was. Her heavy moaning became eerily silent as her body became stiff and she squirted all over your desk.

There was no time for her to bask in the euphoria of her orgasm. You kept thrusting into her tight ass, the tensing of her muscles squeezing you even tighter. Her body writhed in pleasure, your forceful thrusts quickly overstimulating her senses. A tight grip on her hips held her in place until you could hold out no longer.

With a loud grunt, you released everything inside of her–Heejin immediately feeling the sensation of hot cum filling up her ass. You pulled out and Heejin slumped over, completely exhausted from this morning's session. You step back to admire the evidence of your hard work, cum slowly leaking out of Heejin's ass. You give cute ass her one final spank, sending another jolt of energy into her body.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Heejin sighed, her body still trembling with pleasure. Resigned to her fate, but deep down she knew she began to love it.

BONUS Heejin from her IG:

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ! kenma kozume

★ top male reader! trans characters (afab). nsfw. fingering. voyeurism. exhibition. squirting. daddy kink. spanking (only one time)

★ . . . “keep your fucking hips up.", your hand came into contact with kenma's face, his head whipping to the side from the force of the slap as a sharp whine left his lips. your long fingers were buried deep inside kenma's pink cunt, his legs spread wide just for you as you moved both your middle and ring finger in and out of him slowly. the pudding-head boy could only grip the sheets and move his hips back against your fingers for better friction.

kenma was propped onto his knees, chest pressed firmly against the bed as you stood stationary behind him. his streaming camera which was usually facing his gaming chair was pointed toward the bed, kenma's hand print-covered ass filling the screen of his own desktop setup, the comments going crazy on the bottom left. "look at his pretty little pussy, taking my fingers so well. he's leaking everywhere. you like being shown off like this don't you bitch?"

he nodded his head obediently, "yes daddy. i l-luh-love it!"

the poor boy's knees were shaking and a bit sore, being forced to sit still as you had your way with him - antagonizing him with the slow thrust of your fingers. his slick juices leaking and coating your fingers to the knuckle and his thighs. you pump them in and out of him quickly, spurring on gasps and high-pitched moans. "pluh-please daddy. . . ngh-oh fuck!". his pussy fluttered around your fingers as he pushed his face into the pillow, drool coating the fabric.

"are you going to cum baby? you've been so greedy, pussy swallowing my fingers. i'm sure our little viewers would love for you to cum like this.", you placed a kiss on his ass cheek before glancing back at the camera and working your fingers in and out of his cunt quicker. loud wet slick sounds only caused the poor boy more embarrassment, as if getting fingered on the live stream was not enough. wiggling his hips, he found the strength to lift his head and glance back at you.

"d-deeper! fuck. . . push them deeper.", he let his words trail off into a gentle groan. pushing his ass back in time for you to push your fingers further into his cunt. there was a split second of shock as kenma's back arched further and spewed a beautiful girlish moan, thick cream gushing from his sloppy folds as he tried his hardest to pull away from your fingers. "whoa baby, was that it? did i find your spot?"

you teased him to no end, stimulating the spongey area while rubbing gentle circles on his throbbing clit. kenma's broken garbled language had your thick cock begging for release, but of course, you could deal with that after you've made him cum again from your fingers. "sh-shit! cuh-cum! i'm gonna cum d-daddy. . ."

his clit twitched underneath your thumb and his pussy walls clenched around your fingers, spasming with wetness and heat before kenma's eyes crossed and a loud sob of pleasure left his throat. clear liquid spurted from his cunt, your hold on his hips dropping as his body went limp. "you made such a mess. now, tell them who this delicious pussy belongs to kitten"

pulling your fingers away from his used pussy and spreading his folds, you glanced at the camera with a smile, bringing your other hand down on the fat of his ass before gripping the flesh. "y-you daddy. my pussy be-belongs to you", he panted out. your fingers rubbed at his clit as the last few drops of his squirt left him. he mewled and giggled, the orgasm leaving him in an almost braindead state. if he was this way with your fingers, he was going to be even better with your cock buried in his cunt.

𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭? 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶“

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Male Reader x Maddy Perez

Summary: All it takes is one secret to come out and destroy everything. That’s exactly what happens when Cassie’s secret relationship is revealed to not only her boyfriend, but her best friend, Maddy. What better way to get revenge besides striking from the heart.

Warnings 18+: cheating, smut, revenge sex, angst, and a bit of fluff.

Part Two - Final Part

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i ♡ caulk

inspired by a tweet i saw ages ago and have since lost rip.

bimbo reader x steve

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a/n: there is definitely an overuse of italics in this so i apologize in advance lol. any and all mistakes are my own! header made by me, and yes, graphic design is my passion, thanks for asking :') pls leave some feedback or come chat in my inbox!! ♡

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The sound of high heels clacking against the concrete floor of the hardware store is more than a little unusual. Steve almost doesn’t register it at first, thinking maybe it’s part of the music playing overhead, but when the song changes and he still hears it, he glances up with a frown. He certainly isn’t expecting the sight that greets him.

The heels make perfect sense now. Steve’s eyes trail up from sparkly pink toenails showcased in strappy heels to, somehow, an even pinker flared mini skirt that is doing a fantastic job of showing off your legs, and a cropped fitted tee that reads MILF IN TRAINING across the front in, you guessed it, pink glittery letters. Everything about you is just… pink.

He doesn’t want to admit it aloud, let alone think it, because he tries not to judge based on appearance, but you look a little lost. Your doe-eyed gaze flits from one end of the store to the other, glossed lips pursed in thought.

Steve doesn’t mean to stare, honest, it’s just that you’re so dainty and bright in a way this dull, musty smelling hardware store isn’t. He doesn’t think he’s seen eyelashes that long before and he briefly wonders if they’re real. The tint to your cheeks definitely isn’t, but he bets your natural flush is just as pretty of a color as the one apparent now.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts; that’s not important. What is important is that he does his actual job and helps a customer who needs it.

He wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his ugly, orange work apron and is about to make his way over to you, but you spot him before he can. A smile spreads across your shiny lips and you quickly walk to where Steve’s been restocking boxes of nails, your perfectly styled hair bouncing with each step. Or, well, he was restocking the nails, until he caught sight of you.

“Hi,” you say in a relieved tone. He opens his mouth to say hello in return, but you continue before he gets a chance. “Could you please show me your caulk?”

Steve chokes on nothing, a startled cough wheezing out of him. “I-I’m sorry, what? My what?”

You tilt your head curiously, brows pinching slightly in a frown. “Your caulk? You know, the like, long thingy with the sticky, white stuff inside? Gets hard as it dries…?”

The hand gestures you’re using do not help the heat from rushing to Steve’s cheeks or his blood pressure that is suddenly skyrocketing.

“I… Ma’am, I-I don’t think—” he starts sputtering until you cut him off again.

“I really need it,” you say, almost whining, cocking your hip as you begin to explain, “because, like—okay, so, my apartment is nice, right? I totally managed to snag one of the better ones, and my friend said that I wouldn’t be able to because it’s, like, impossible to get a good one in the building I’m in, but once I spoke to the landlord he was super sweet and let me choose whichever one I wanted. Isn’t that, like, so cute? But anyway, it could definitely be nicer, especially after I noticed that the caulking around the bathtub needs some serious retouching, so, like, that’s why I’m here.”

Steve blinks a couple times to process the rapid pace of sentences thrown at him, and when it finally registers, he nearly smacks his own forehead.

“Oh!” Relief floods him so quickly he nearly collapses. “Caulk, you need caulk.” He probably over enunciates the word, but Jesus Christ. “Wow, okay, that… that makes much more sense,” he says, shoulders relaxing as he lets out a sigh.

“What did you think I meant?” you ask in confusion.

His cheeks flush anew as he clears his throat. “Uh, nothing, it’s nothing. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the—the caulk.”

“Thank you so much,” you gush, smiling widely.

He checks that you’re still following probably too many times, considering the click-clacking of your heels is prominent behind him, but you only grin happily when you see him looking. He takes note of the stares from other men, even some women, and is curious if you notice them, too, or if you just don’t care. You certainly carry yourself with the utmost confidence, your head held high and shoulders set in a gentle, relaxed slope. Steve admires it and maybe even envies it a little.

Which isn’t to say that he lacks confidence. He just sometimes still feels like that scrawny kid he used to be.

He almost walks past the right section, having let his mind wander, but he’s quick to direct his feet to the shelves that hold what you’re searching for.

“Is there a specific brand you’re wanting, or…?” he trails off, cocking an eyebrow curiously.

“Whichever one is the best,” you say sweetly.

Steve grabs the brand he personally thinks is better than the others and hands it over with a polite smile.

“Do you need a caulk gun, too?” he asks.

You wave a dismissive hand. “Oh, no, I have a pink one at home.”

Somehow, that doesn’t surprise Steve in the slightest, but all he says is, “Great! Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

You get a twinkle in your eyes, your smile turning playful at the corners of your lips. It makes him squirm a little in a way he’s not entirely sure he hates, like the anticipation of your reply could make or break him, and he finds that he wouldn’t mind staying in your presence a little longer. Your response, though, gets cut off by a random man behind you.

“I could do a better job helpin’ you out, baby,” he says suggestively, not even attempting to hide his lust as he leers at you.

You spin on your heel in a flash, hair swishing around your shoulders and sending a rather pleasant waft of what’s either your shampoo or perfume in Steve’s direction. The short skirt of your dress fans out with your spin as well, riding up almost dangerously high. Your grin is now sharp, edgy, and your eyes are piercing in a way they haven’t been in the brief moments Steve has been around you, and he takes a cautious step back.

“First of all, worry about helping yourself with that receding hairline you’re sporting, big guy. Second of all, we weren’t talking to you, so you should mind your business. And lastly, if you ever speak to me again I’ll have this nice man beside me show me where the chainsaws are and I’ll chop off your fucking dick. M’kay?”

The man scoffs. “Bitch,” he grumbles under his breath.

Steve frowns and is about to tell him off for calling a lady a bitch, but you giggle and he stops in surprise.

“Takes one to know one, baby.” Your tone is mocking yet deceptively sweet as you give him an obvious once over. “I can see that ugly silver band on your left ring finger,” you note with a cute wrinkle of your nose, “so why don’t you get the rest of the shit on your honey-do list and head home to your, undoubtedly, extremely unsatisfied wife and leave other women alone.”

A snort of laughter sneaks out of Steve before he can stop it. The man, now red in the face, huffs before stomping away, wisely choosing not to say anything else.

“Tell her to call me if she ever needs a girl’s day!” you sing-song to his retreating back, smiling in satisfaction when his shoulders hunch higher and his pace picks up.

Steve is biting back his own smile, but his inner old man shoves his way to the forefront of his mind and demands to offer unsolicited advice.

“You know, you ought to be careful,” he advises. “Some guys won’t just walk away like that.”

You seem both amused and touched by his concern. “I can take care of myself,” you assure, flicking your hair, adding, “Plus, I have, like, a gazillion self defense keychains.”

You reach into your purse and pull them out, each one of them pink, sparkly, or leopard print, clinking noisily against each other. You pick out a specific one that looks like a castle, putting your fingers into the holes and holding it up for Steve to see.

“This one is like, super stabby,” you explain.

“The tips definitely look sharp,” he concedes, taking note of all the other defenses held together in your small hand.

Part of him wonders if you’ve ever used any of them, but a larger part of him sincerely hopes you haven’t. He clears his throat.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help with anything else.”

He pastes on a polite smile and takes one last look at you, sighing wistfully internally, then heads back to finishing restocking boxes of nails. He’s hoping the monotony of the repetitive task will bring him back down to earth after such an interesting altercation.

You’re certainly a bundle of contradictions. Your appearance is all pink and sparkles and ruffles galore. Anyone giving you a passing glance would think like Steve did at first.

I doubt there’s much going on in that pretty, little head.

Of course, Steve feels guilty now. He should know better—not only because his Momma raised him right, but because people also make assumptions about him and his appearance too. Over six feet tall, broad shoulders, big muscles… He’s definitely had to deal with his share of rude people. However, he doubts any of his encounters hold a candle to yours.

He sighs to himself as he grabs the last of the boxes and places them neatly on the shelf. If he’d been braver, he would have asked you out. You’re very beautiful; kind of like a fairy or a princess, or… something. Definitely something like that. Damn. He really screwed the pooch on this one.

“Excuse me?”

Steve stills, heart picking up pace as he turns to see you smiling up at him. You’ve got a plastic bag with the store’s tacky logo on it resting in the crook of your elbow with your purchase inside.

“Yes?” he croaks. He coughs lightly and hopes his ears aren’t as red as they feel. “Did you need something else?”

You cock your hip again, twirling some of your hair around your finger, looking at him through your lashes.

“Yes,” you pout. “I was wondering if you knew where I could find this guy.” Steve’s stomach drops to his toes. “He’s got these like, stupidly pretty blue eyes, a very attractive beard, sandy blonde hair I can’t wait to sink my fingers into, and he’s about this tall.” You bite your lip as you step closer and hold your hand up, measuring Steve’s height with it. He gets another whiff of that tantalizing scent coming off of you and it kicks his heart right back into overdrive.

“What… What did you need him for exactly?” he asks carefully.

You drop your hand as you hum in thought. “Well, I thought we’d start with a date, but I’m open to almost anything,” you say, your smile turning sly.

“Oh,” he says faintly. “I, uh. I think he’d be okay with that.”

You giggle and fuck, he wants to hear that again.

“Good,” you reply as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Just for clarification’s sake,” Steve rushes out, “we’re talking about me, right?”

You let out more giggles (oh god) and cover your mouth with your tiny hand and Steve melts. He feels his own lips stretching into a grin, chest fluttering.

“Of course, you silly billy.” You’re still smiling as you reach into your purse, rummaging around and extracting a pen with feathers on the end of it and a tiny, glittery notebook. You scribble something down and rip the piece of paper out. “Call me?” you ask as you hand it over.

“Absolutely,” he replies, not believing his luck, staring at the numbers on the paper.

You reach up to tap on his name tag. “Oh, and Steve?”

His eyes are now glued to where your pink nails have trailed down to teasingly swipe back and forth on his pec. He’s pretty sure he mumbles something back to show he’s listening, but who knows, really. You lean in even closer, pressing up on your tip-toes.

“You can treat me like a lady and still fuck me on the first date,” you whisper, your warm breath fanning out across his ear and sending a shiver down his spine. When you pull back to meet his unfocused gaze, you’re smirking. “M’kay?”

He swallows thickly. “‘Kay,” he replies.

You tilt your head and stare at different parts of his face, biting your lip. Steve lets you, terrified to move, otherwise you might say gotcha! and take off. You sigh dreamily and give him a glossy kiss on the cheek. Then you boop him on the nose and step back.

“Ugh, you’re so cute. This is gonna be like, so much fun. I can tell.” He nods dumbly in agreement. “Don’t forget to call me, okay? I’ll be really, really sad if you don’t.”

With a beaming grin and wave, you spin on your heels and sashay away.

“Bye,” he says to the fading sound of your clacking heels, feeling bowled over and utterly lost, but knowing he’d be a fucking idiot to not call you.

With that thought in mind, he digs his phone out of his pocket, never mind the fact that he’s still on the clock and is technically not supposed to have his phone out, and dials your number. He double checks (and triple checks) he’s put it in right, then hits the call button. You answer on the third ring.

“Hello?”

Steve is pretty sure he can hear how you’re smiling smugly to yourself.

“So… Are you free tonight?”

“For you? I’m free whenever, handsome.”

Could you imagine like

The one time Cotton is actually scared though? Like there's always that one time one gets ya.

But now the real rage? From Bakugou like, simp cry is one thing

Pure actual terror is another.

Not me projecting my want to be rescued on this.

Y'all minds are so good

Oh nooes!! And Cotton is brave too so it must be really bad if she’s that scared!

tw: mentions of blood and harassment

It’s just the usual trespassers coming into the farm and causing trouble. Cotton kicked one of the guys right on the middle of his back, nose upturned and hands on her hips as she lowered her hove. “Get outta my farm, losers.” She tells’em.

But then she’s suddenly pushed on the ground and there’s blood on her arm, and she takes a moment to realize that the man pulled a knife on her.

“Fucking dumb cow. Know your place before you end up in a chop house.”

The nasty man circle her and she feels small, the sting setting in, the fear gripping at all her nerves. Tears weld and blur on her eyes and her voice refuses to go above a whimper as they close in.

Cotton only manages to wail when the pain on her arm got worse from one of them yanking her up.

In a blink of an eye, the same guy is send flying across the field and he’s buddies are backing away from the enormous bull, nostrils flared with unhinged rage and red eyes burning lividly.

“I’ll tear you fuckers apart!” He yells the loudest he’s ever been and charges once more, too blinded by anger to hear the farmers telling him to back down.

Bull Kirishima is the only one strong enough to grapple Bakugou from killing the trespassers, telling his pal to calm down and that the chase wasn’t worth it.

Cotton’s crying is what snaps him back to reality, quickly trotting back to where some of the farmers crouched by her, cleaning and wrapping the wound. Everyone has to scramble away from Bakugou because he kicked and angled his horns, extremely territorial and dangerous even to the people that tend him.

He’s carefully bringing the small heifer back up on her hooves, hands cupping her tear stained cheeks. Bakugou’s angry all over again, heart thumping at the horror of something bad ever happening to her. Cotton picks up on his anger and finally finds her words in her state of shock

“I-it’s not a deep cut.” Cotton sniffles. “They s- scared me more than hurt…”

Her lip wobbles again at what would happen if she didn’t yell out when she did. Bakugou practically crushes her in a tight hug to his chest, buried his face in her hair to mumble “it’s okay. You’re okay now. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I’m right here,” as many times needed to stop her from shivering.

No one could take her out of Bakugou’s arms if they didn’t want to be impelled and Cotton was clinging to him as well, genuinely shaken up that the farmers thought it was best to not force her away in case she started crying again, letting Bakugou take her to his stable without any complaints.

He’s on high alert all night while she sleeps in his hold and any farmer was threateningly huffed at when they stop by to check on Cotton

pro hero bakugo katsuki who has a thing for cnc and his underground pro hero husband who has a "villainous" (maybe even monster-esque? continuing my monsterfucker katsuki agenda) quirk that is more than happy to play into his fantasy of being fucked by a stranger after his patrol, when he's tired and helpless~

maybe,,, a thirst? 👉👈👀

bottom ftm katsuki x top male reader

cw: no afab language, Consensual Non Consent, monsterfucking, breeding, size kink

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it's no secret how much katsuki loves your quirk, even though he tried so hard to deny it. you have the ability to transform into a monster and the sight of that gets him hot below the collar. he couldn't hide it anymore when you suggested using your quirk in bed, there was no way he was going to deny it and never get the opportunity again (unless he asks, which he'd hate to do). that gave him a little bit more confidence to share his other kinks with you and he asked you to do CNC with him, which you were happy to accept

katsuki runs into an alleyway, hoping he lost sight of the monster who was chasing him. it's not like him to run away from a fight but he's exhausted from patrol. you creep into the alleyway, quiet enough that katsuki doesn't notice you until you tap his shoulder. he jumps and turns around, horrified.

~ he tried to fight you but you're too strong for him. he's dangling in the air, your large hand wrapped around his tiny neck. he's too scared to do anything. you forcefully pull down his pants and rip away his underwear. he definitely wasn't expecting this.

~ tears fall down katsuki's cheeks as you force your way inside him. you're too big for his tiny body, he can barely handle it. his fear increases when he sees a bump forming in his stomach, you're so deep inside him...

~ katsuki covers his mouth with his hands, hiding his slutty moans as you roughly fuck him. he can't pretend like he doesn't love this, like he doesn't love how big and veiny your cock is. you feel so damn good inside him, it's impossible for him to act like that's not true. and the moment he hears you promise to knock him up, he comes harder than he's ever had in his entire life.

and afterwards you cleaned him up, got him dressed, and brought him back home to take a bath and get a well deserved massage

Yooo, its Aly. I have a request for you .

Can you do Sub!Bakugo and Sub!Kirishima getting pegged/ fucked by GN! OR Male!Reader it can be separate or a threesome does not matter to me <3!

TY, AstonomicalAlyy 💫.

Hehehehe😈

I saw this and got super excited. I'm gonna do this one in the style of a headcanon post cause I wanna do both Kirishima and Bakugou separate and together. Anyways, enjoy! Oh, I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible...

Katsuki Bakugou

-One word: Slut

-Katsuki Bakugou is an absolute slut for anal play. It confuses you, and him. Something so vulnerable with his head strong personality just mix ... and you suck it up ;]

-Despite stating he's the dominant one in the relationship, he's very submissive when being fucked. He's a sucker for good old fashion doggy style. He wants you fast and deep inside of him, rearranging his guts in all the best ways.

-Starts off with heavy groans (he's trying to hold on to his dignity) by the time you replace your fingers with your cock, those groans turn into high pitched screams. Sometimes you think he's chanting in an ancient language from his incoherent whines

-If you're feeling generous or just want to hear his pretty crys and don't feel like gaging him, he will somehow get his spit everywhere. You can't tell me when he's fucked out of his mind that he doesn't drool. (Definitely inspired you to dress him up as a dog... you pervert;] ) Yeah, there's always huge pools of saliva left on your sheets afterwards

-I know I call you guys perverts but HIM?!?!?! He is the kinkiest mofo, besides Denki Kaminari, to exist. He's definitely had fantasy of you fucking him stupid infront of Midoriya to prove he has you all to himself. Yeah... you've probably thought of it to

Eijiro Kirishima

-Resident good boy

-He's a big guy, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be treated like he's made of glass. Such a pretty pillow prince

-Needs to be soft dommed. You would probably have to take up the role of a service dom because as a sub, Ei is just kinda useless... He's sensitive, so after an orgasm or two his body and brain have no energy.

-Prefers to be fucked slow but hard and deep. Even though he's practically unbreakable due to his quirk, a few deep thrusts into him and he feels like you reached his throat. He wants to break from the feeling.

-A fan of being able to look at you while having sex. He finds it more romantic:>

-His moans.... AHHHHHHHHH they're so pretty. His moans come from the bottom of his throat, they're long and sultry. Just hearing them makes you throb a little.

-Definitely the type to be a silent screamer when you finally hit his prostate head on. His head falls to the pillows under his head and his large hands reach out to hold on to you. Has definitely accidentally activated his quirk from this at least once.

-Call him a good boy. He thrives off of praise inside and outside of the bedroom. He needs to know he's doing a good job, he'll cry without it....

Katsuki + Eijiro

-A worshiper and a brat..... oh boy

-Bless your soul for having to deal with them. You have to be a service dom and a brat tamer at the same time. It's exhausting but it's worth it to see your boys satisfied.

-They both are attention whores, they want you to look at them and only one of them. Eijiro turns into a brat and Katsuki...he just gets worse. Eijiro will start to act out so you can shift your attention towards him, even if for a second. Katsuki becomes a nuisance, he'll rile you up around his friends only to ignore you the second you decide to indulge into his games.

-Most if the time, you usually end up having Eijirou in a full nelson, his feet close to his head as you pound into him. He'll be gaged as punishment for acting out. Edge him for hours and when you think he's had enough, immediately go into overestimating him. Milk him of 3 or 4 orgasms. He wants you to stop but also to keep going. He just wants to feel you.

-As you edge/overstim Ei, Katsuki will be restrained to your bed post with a sounding rod in his cock. He is also gaged but can hear and see everything. You leave him there to watch the two people he care about satisfy each other without him. It definitely turns him on but makes him lonely as well. Once Eijiro is too fucked up to comprehend anything, you move to Katsuki.

-The second you unchain him, he'll start sobbing, telling you how sorry he is for misbehaving. After a stern look, he'll think of every way to praise you. His mind will probably go to trying to suck you off but you have other plans.

-Put him in a headlock and fuck the shit out of him! Be as rough as you want. Pull his hair, force your finger down his throat, smack him like a common whore. He loves it. His eyes will roll to the back of his head in no time and drool will fall from his lips.

-He thanks you..... HE THANKS YOU LIKE A GOD ....I love it

- After a few rounds, Katsuki will collapse next to Eijiro, both of them having sheepish grins on their fucked out faces. All you can do is stare in exhaustion at the sight. It really is beautiful

Yes....just yes

Mommy Has Needs

Mommy Eunbi time. Some slight self-degradation, some cheating at play. I don't know why so many of you were excited about this, but I hope you enjoy it.

Length 2.2K

Kwon Eunbi x M reader

You felt unnaturally nervous today; you were going to meet Minju’s mom for the first time. Even though she tried to keep you calm, it had little effect. As Minju is about to open the door, it’s pulled open by her mom Eunbi. You can’t help but stare at her ample bust as she stands there. 

“Hi honey, is this your little boyfriend I’ve heard about?” She asks Minju

“Yeah, he is.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you; my name is Eunbi, but just call me mommy.” Eunbi bows slightly, giving you a good look at her cleavage. Your mouth drops a little at sight before you. 

“B-but”

“But nothing,  I don’t mind it at all. I want you to call me mommy.”  She says as she stands up. You agree to her wishes to cut the conversation short and move inside with Minju. 

“Sorry about my mom; she can be a bit… forceful.” 

“Don’t worry about it, though calling her mommy will take a while to get used to.” Your conversation is interrupted as you hear Eunbi calling Minju. “Minju! Can your boyfriend help me get the big pan? Your father put it on the high shelf again.” She asks if you’re okay with that, and when you agree, you head to the kitchen. As you peek your head into the kitchen, you see Eunbi on her tippy toes reaching up toward the highest shelf of the overhead cupboard. Eunbi notices you walk into the room and points to the pan she needs. “Can you reach it? As you can see, I’m a bit too short to get it.” Eunbi says as she stays in front of the cupboard; you get behind her, see the pan she’s talking about, and reach toward it. When you do, you have to take a step forward and end up pressed against her ass for a moment. Eunbi lets out a nearly inaudible moan as you grind against her when trying to reach for the pan. When you finally get it, you back away from Eunbi and hand it to her.

“Got it for you; it was back there,” you say with a sense of accomplishment. 

“Y-yes, thank you. You can go back to Minju. I’ll have dinner ready soon.” Eunbi says quickly as she fixes her hair. You and Minju spend time together watching TV and talking, waiting to be called for dinner. Soon enough, that call comes, and you head over to eat. You end up sitting across from Eunbi as Minju sits between you two. While you try to enjoy the meal, you can’t help but notice Eunbi staring at you. She looked as if she was spacing out, occasionally licking her lips. Generally speaking, it felt like she was looking at you as if you were prey. Minju tries to get a conversation going between all of you, but it always stalls out as it gets to Eunbi. The entirety of the dinner goes by like this. You’re happy when it’s finally over as you head back to Minju’s room. Eunbi stays down below to clean the dishes.  

“Sorry about dinner; I don’t know what’s with mom today. She was acting weird.” Minju tells you. 

“Yeah, it was a little awkward… but the food was good.”  You say, trying not to focus on what Eunbi was doing. It was time for you to leave as the evening turned to night. You ask Minju if you could use the bathroom before you go, and she tells you where it is.

Minju stands up and gives you a goodbye kiss. “I love you; get home safely, okay?”

“Of course.” You head towards the bathroom, and when you open the door, you’re greeted by the sounds of Eunbi moaning your name. A wall blocks you from seeing each other, but you can hear her moans echo as it bounces off the bathroom walls. 

“I’m such a bad mom thinking of Minju’s boyfriend like this. But it’s been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a man; it’s okay if I just touch myself while I think of him, right?” You hear Eunbi say to herself. You feel yourself grow hard, hearing her insinuate she wants you like that. Moments ago, you kissed Minju as she said she loved you, but right now, you couldn’t help but think solely about Eunbi. She was a beautiful woman, the perfect woman. She had those big tits, a tiny waist, toned abs, and a fantastic ass you felt rubbing against you earlier.  You close the door before you unbuckle your pants, letting them fall to your ankles as you turn the corner to face her, stroking your cock as you do so. On the other side, Eunbi is naked, sitting on the toilet as she fingers herself. While one hand plays with her pussy, the other pulls on her nipple as she tries to get the most pleasure possible. Eunbi’s mouth goes wide as your eyes meet, but she can’t seem to get a word out. Her eyes fall to your erect cock, before she looks back up. Stepping closer to her, you trace her lips with the head of your cock.

“Mommy, I heard what you said, and I need your help with my cock. Can you help me?” You say, teasing her.

“I can help you with that, baby,” She responds. Eunbi stuck her tongue out a little, following the head of your cock as you continued to trace her lips. You press your cock into her mouth, getting just the head inside for now. Eunbi wraps her lips around your cock; her tongue swirls around your head before taking slow licks over the top. The head of your cock wasn’t enough for her, though Eunbi started bobbing her head. Bringing in your cock easily, Eunbi would get to the base of your shaft and use her tongue to lick at your balls. The sound of her gurgling on your cock, only excited you as you grabbed her silky blonde hair, which was tied into pigtails. They would be the handles you used to facefuck her as you pushed her away before pulling her back in. Using Eunbi’s throat as you please, you saw a face of pure bliss as Eunbi took the opportunity to finger herself again. 

“Mommy’s just a little slut for cock, isn’t she? You love having your daughter’s boyfriend use you as a cocksleeve, don’t you?” Eunbi can only moan as you keep facefucking her. Her mouth covered your cock and her face in drool as your rapid thrusts threw back some of her spit. As Eunbi’s moans cause vibrations to hit your cock, you feel like you’re about to cum. Pulling her hair tight, you force her to take all of your cock as you pour your cum down her throat. While this is happening, Eunbi’s body spasms as she goes through her orgasm. As you pull out of Eunbi’s mouth, she grabs your cock and gives it a sloppy kiss.

“Your cock is even better than I imagined. My husband doesn’t even compare to this beast.” She says once she finally catches her breath. Eunbi puts your cock between her big tits and squeezes them around you. “Can my baby keep going? I need more than just a cock in my mouth.” You start bucking your hips into her cleavage as your answer. Eunbi smiles at your silent response. “That’s what I love to see.” Her pillowy tits felt great as your cock thrust through them. Eunbi would take the time to lean down and lick the head as it popped out the top of her cleavage. You throw your head back and feel your balls ready to unleash another wave of cum for Eunbi. As you start spurting out cum during your final thrusts, Eunbi opens her mouth, trying to get whatever cum she can. Most shots fly up and land on her tits, but a few stray shots paint her face. Eunbi uses her finger to get your cum and eat it, sucking her fingers clean. “It’s even better the second time, but I need it to go somewhere else now, baby.”  As she says that, Eunbi spreads the lips of her pussy, giving you a clear view of where she wants your cock. 

You pull her off of the toilet seat and take her place. “I want Mommy to ride me like the good whore she is.” Eunbi puts a hand on your shoulder as she positions herself above your cock; as she lowers herself onto it, she can’t help but moan the whole time. Her pussy stretches and molds itself into your shape, wrapping itself tightly around you. 

“I missed this feeling of having a cock in me. Thank you for giving this whore of a mommy your cock.” Eunbi wastes no time and starts bouncing on your cock; she does these long slow bounces at first, relishing in the feeling. Once she gets over that, she starts moving like a wild animal. Her arms are wrapped behind your neck as she presses her body against yours.  You have your hands running along her ass, sometimes giving it a hard slap causing her to let out a yelp each time. Eunbi separates her body from yours as her back arches; taking this opportunity, you pinch her nipples and pull them lightly, drawing out more moans from her. Eunbi starts grinding herself on your cock, her shifting walls sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.  “Oh, that’s it; pull my nipples! Make me cum on your cock; pour your cum into my pussy!” Eunbi yells out as she nears her orgasm. She starts bouncing on your cock quicker than ever. 

As you both near your climax, you tell her, “Mommy, I’m going to cum” 

“So am I. Let’s cum together! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” She yells out as she slams herself down on your cock one last time. Your seed floods into her pussy, as you feel your biggest load yet unleash itself. Your cum slowly starts to leak out of Eunbi while your cocks is still snuggly inside her. As both lean against each other, Eunbi lifts your head and kisses you. You feel her tongue snakes its way into your mouth. As she pulls back, she says, “That was fantastic, baby; I don’t think I can live without your cock. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked like that.” Eunbi cups your cheek. “I can’t go back to life without your cock; how about you and me keep this a secret from Minju? You can fuck me wherever and whenever you want. There’s no limit; any hole you want, I’ll give it to you. I just need you to fuck me.” You agree with Eunbi; you’ll fuck her secretly while maintaining your relationship with Minju. Eunbi gets off your cock, and you see your cum fall onto the floor as she turns around. Looking at her ass, you grab her waist and pull her back down. “What are you doing?” 

“You said whenever, wherever, any hole. I want your asshole right here, right now.” A sly smile makes its way over Eunbi’s face as she grabs your cock, and presses the head against her puckered asshole. 

“Do it, baby, fuck my ass. You’ll be the first in there; my husband's tiny dick wouldn’t make me feel anything back there, so I never let him use it.” With your hands on her waist, you pull her onto your cock driving it deep into her ass. The two of you let out loud moans as the sudden pleasure nearly causes you both to cum immediately. You both take a minute to recover before starting properly; each thrust becomes easier as your cock coats her anal walls with your cum and her juices. As you buck your hips to push deeper, you grab one of her tits, squeezing it in your hand. “Does baby love mommy’s tits? You can use them anytime you want; just keep fucking me like this,” Eunbi moans out. “Fuck, my ass feels so good, I may get addicted to this. Anal feels so good,” She says as she cums, her juices squirting onto the floor below. You keep thrusting into her ass, keeping one of your hands on her tits; your free hand goes into Eunbi’s pussy. Curling your fingers inside her, Eunbi starts to moan louder than before, “Oh fuck, baby, you’re so good, you’re so good! Cum inside my ass; please make it yours! My ass is only for you, please, please, please cum inside!” She screams as she feels your cock pulse inside of her ass. You stand and bend her over in one smooth motion; your final thrusts are rough as your cum rushes into her awaiting asshole. Eunbi collapses onto the floor as you pull out of her. You turn her over onto her back and stroke your cock coaxing a few spurts of cum out and onto her face. 

“Thank you for helping me, mommy. I’ll make sure to give you all the cock you need.” You pull up your pants and leave Eunbi on the bathroom floor as cum pools around her lower half.

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 2

Continuation of my previous post due to request :)

Part One | Part Two

cw: implied oral sex (r receiving), love bites, sex omg just sex, miguel gets fucked, reverse cowgirl and leapfrog positions, breeding kink, pet names, crying, established relationship (at the end tho)

Didn’t expect people to actually like the first part 🥹 this is for y’all

@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09

(word count: 2.6K+)

“Go lock the door.” Your voice was full of lust, a wave of arousal sweeping over you at Miguel’s whimper. You had no idea your superior could make such pretty noises. How were you just now taking notice of the pretty creature in your hospital room? Were you blind? You’d never really noticed just how alluring your boss was, face and figure, up until now. And the man touched himself to you groaning? Was this even the first time? Oh, you were gonna be up for a couple hours now.

He was extra careful during foreplay, despite your encouragement to do what he pleased, gently unraveling the wrap shirt the hospital gave you, uncovering your mouthwatering physique. Sat in your lap, his fangs gently nipped your pecs, indulging in one of his many desires that you so generously allowed as you stroked the tops of his firm thighs with your bandaged hands, groaning at the sight of his love bites. He scooted back before leaning down further, his tongue laving over the ridges of your abs, his fangs somehow even gentler as he nipped what skin he could without further irritating your still recovering ribs.

You slid a hand down Miguel's spine, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants as he looked up at you, a shy expression on his face as a string of saliva connected between his pointed tongue and your abdomen. What a fucking tease. "I don't have any lube." Miguel whispered, a sultry look in his eyes. He was testing your patience. Testing you. He knew you could move only but so much with your injuries. You gripped the back of his hair, pressing his head closer to the large tent in your sweatpants. "You will." You said in a low tone, staring him down with a predatory gaze.

Miguel felt dizzy as he bounced in your lap, the room filled with sounds of your skin making contact followed by his whimpers and whines. His rapid inhales were quivery and heavy as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. It was far past visiting hours, and the last thing Miguel wanted was a nurse coming in and seeing the owner of the damn building riding one of their patients like his life depended on it.

He was leaned forward, his upper half propped up by his clawed hands, tearing into the hospital sheets between your brawny thighs. He rode every inch of your length, rising till the bulbous tip of your cock was left before slamming his hips back down. His hole was gobbling up every last bit of you, sinking down on every vein decorating your girth with ease, mouth ajar, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as hoarse cries were held back.

Y/n was groaning in Miguel’s ear, a mix of pain from the movement on your recovering body and pleasure as his hole fluttered around you. Miguel grew worried at the sound of your occasional pained grunts, slowing his pace and turning his head to try and look back at you. “Are you alright?” He asked with a wary expression. You didn’t respond, opting to wrap one of your calloused hands around his hip, slamming him back down on your cock while the other muffled the shaky sob that erupted from him. “Don’t fucking stop.” You growled into Miguel’s ear, causing him to nod frantically, warm tears transferring from his flushed cheeks to your hand as he resumed his desperate pace.

Miguel’s bottom lip trembled as he moved, your cock reaching deep inside him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Every thrust rocked against his delicate prostate as his own cock hung heavy over the sheets, dripping pre onto the bedding. “M’ close, y/n, so close.” Miguel was practically sobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice. His arms were struggling to hold himself up, his vision flickering every time the underside of your cock ground against his bundle of nerves.

“Keep going for me, mami, c’mon.” Your voice was raspy in his ear and the name slipped off your tongue so easily as your hands rubbed up his sides. Miguel let out a low sob at the label, his pace was frantic as he bounced in your lap. He had never been more thankful for his strict training regime, giving him the strength to keep moving on your cock even with the burning sensation in his thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miguel whined hoarsely, his eyes rolling back with each drop of his hips. Your mind was battling between different desires, a part of you wanting to reach around Miguel and stroke him to finish, but another wanted to watch him unravel on your cock alone. Fuck it. You reached one of your hands forward, teasing his tip with your thumb while your other hand held his hip lightly. Miguel came undone quickly, his cum coating your fingers as he sobbed out your name, tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.

Miguel’s arms were trembling too much to hold himself up, slowly bending them and lowering his upper half down to the bed as his tears soaked into the sheets below. Your hard cock was still nestled inside him as his last few drops of release dripped onto the fabric, his hips stationary as they trembled above yours.

You weren’t done. Not yet. You gritted your teeth as you prepared to reposition, sliding the IV out of your arm before gripping Miguel’s hips as you lifted him a few inches off your cock, prompting him to whine softly. “I know, mami, I know.” You said soothingly as you bent your leg, readjusting yourself to kneel behind Miguel while propping his lower half up on his knees to properly meet his hips with yours.

The position was a bit painful on your still recovering ribs as you leaned over him, but that didn’t matter in this moment. You reached a hand back, grabbing one of your pillows. You wrapped your other arm under him, your forearm pressing into his chest as you gripped his neck, lifting him like a toy before stuffing the pillow under him and dropping him back down onto it, giving him something to muffle his sweet noises with. He was going to need it, cause you weren’t in the mood for mercy.

Miguel was bawling into the pillow as you moved, pounding into him at a brutal pace. Your eyes were raking over what you could see of his body as you leaned over him, one hand pressed into the bedding next to his head and the other gripping his hip tightly. His back arched so prettily to meet your thrusts, the muscle of his ass smushed against your pelvis every time you bottomed out and—Oh my god. Was this love? He took you so goddamn well. So perfect. You could tell this was his first time getting fucked by an actual cock. He must’ve relied on toys up until now. Did he think of you when he used those too? You wanted to ask him, but you could tell from his body’s reaction to your size that none of his little imitations could compare to you. His breathing was erratic and some of his inhales were choked off by a mix of sobs and moans.

“You’re doing so good, cariño, taking me so well.” Your voice was husky as you felt yourself steadily approaching your climax, your ears filled with the sound of Miguel’s cries in response to your words. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.” Miguel nodded weakly at your words, his arms wrapped around the pillow as his head swayed in sync with each of your thrusts. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. You would’ve been deep in denial if someone told you you’d be balls deep in your boss only eight months after being brought on the team. "Can't believe you were hiding this pretty thing from me for so long." You muttered, your words accompanied by a harsh spank against Miguel's right cheek, grinning when you heard him yelp and felt a flutter around your cock in response.

Fuck it. Miguel didn’t care anymore. If someone caught you two in the act, then so be it. He was doing a bit of everything now. Sobbing, moaning, sniveling, mewling, whimpering. He thought you’d cum not too long after him, but the rising feeling in his gut of another climax approaching him as well as your relentless pace said otherwise.

Miguel had a terrifying thought in the back of his mind that this all was just a lust on your end, only doing this for mutual pleasure, nothing more. Those fears were quickly erased however when he felt you slow your pace to a grind, the length of your member rocking against his prostate as you leaned down, pressing tender kisses against the muscles in his back. Your hand on his hip massaged circles into his soft flesh as you whispered sweet words into his ear, your cock grinding deep inside him as his eyes rolled back.

You had a strong urge to taunt him, make your little leader beg for your cock. You didn’t pick up the pace, opting to murmur against his nape, suggesting that maybe you two should leave it at this tonight, claiming that you didn’t want to overwhelm him with another orgasm. In the midst of giving your (fake) reasoning, Miguel had already reached one of his clawed hands out, gripping the wrist of your hand that rested next to his head, nearly drawing blood. He blabbered out a bunch of pleads, clearly distraught by your recommendation. “I can take it, I can take it,” his whines were cut off by a snivel, thick tears flowing down his face in desperation, “I need you, y/n, you can’t stop now. I need you to cum insi—”

You pulled back, sliding your cock out just enough for the tip to catch on his hole before slamming back inside him, resuming your merciless pace. “Fuck, you want me to fill you up, baby?” You grunted out between your thrusts. “Make me a daddy?” Miguel was delirious, couldn’t even respond as his eyes rolled back, drool leaking past his puffy lips and onto the pillow below him. You tucked your head against the curve of his nape, muttering dirty things in his ear as you pounded into him.

God, normally you didn’t like talking, but tonight you were feeling chatty. “Answer me, mami. Or do you want me to stop?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse and whiny, slurring his words as he got more and more drunk on your cock. “I wan’ it, I wan’ it.” He couldn’t hold his head up even a few inches anymore, slumping into his tear-stained pillow as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm. “You can have it, baby, it’s all yours.” You groaned into his ear, your own climax approaching. “Take everything, my first born, my last name, take it all, mami.”

Your pace stuttered as you climaxed, filling Miguel up with your seed as you bit his nape harshly. The sensations drove Miguel over the edge, staining the sheets below him for the second time tonight as he sobbed your name into the pillow. It was too much for him, falling into darkness only moments later, the sound of you clicking a few buttons on his wrist watch being his last memory before succumbing to his exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning in your burly arms, his head tucked against your neck as the two of you laid on your sides, facing one another. He was sweating a bit, your body emitting heat like a furnace as he tried to recall the concluding events of the previous night. He was in a foreign room now, dressed in some of your clothing, sunlight illuminating the little signs of life around the large bedroom. Your room. Clearly well furnished as he took notice of the mini living room in one of the walls of the room.

Miguel knew you were wealthy, known for your business relations all over your Earth. He was always a bit perplexed at how little time you spent in your own dimension, always either scouring other Earths for anomalies or spending time in HQ, debriefing Miguel on your expeditions while awaiting your next assignment. Like a machine. This always irked him, nearly made him wonder if his attraction to you was just objectification. But now that he had a clear view of your rarely unmasked face, he could see that he was wrong. That the Spider-Man of this Earth was very much human.

You let out a low groan as you slowly awoke, your arms tightening around Miguel before lowering the arm that wasn't smushed under his side to rest on his waist. "The nurses are gonna be angry when they see I'm not in my room." You murmured in a husky voice, your eyes still closed. "I'll make an excuse for you, they won't argue with me." Miguel whispered back, a giddy smile spread across his face as his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice.

You could practically hear the smile in Miguel's voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. Miguel was a bit surprised at the satisfied look in your eyes, a bashful expression spreading on his face as his eyes darted away from yours. You squeezed an arm around his back, pulling him flush against you as your other hand squeezed the sore mound of his rear. "Don't be a prude, boss." You said in an undertone before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. Miguel accepted the kiss for a moment before quickly pulling his face back an inch from yours, a look of displeasure on his face. "C'mon, y/n, don't call me that right now." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small grin danced across your face as you turned, leaning your body over his as he shifted to lay flat under you, your arms bent and bordering around his head. "What would you prefer, Miguel?" You said in a low tone before you began pressing even softer kisses on his lips, his hands lifting to rest on your chest. "Mi vida?" A kiss. "Cariño?" Another one. "Or," you lowered your head enough so that your lips brushed against his when you spoke, "mami? You seemed to like that one last night." Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line at your last few words, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the memory. How fucking adorable.

"Y/n," Miguel murmured, a determination in his eyes, "what are we?" You stared down at him, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, I always knew when you were visiting me at night. I could feel you massaging lotion into my hands, or dripping antibiotics into my ear, or whispering stories about how you met Jessica. You're not very discreet." Miguel looked up at you, a vulnerable look on his face. "Why?" "I love you." Miguel blurted out a low tone, though his eyes were full of confidence. "I love you too." You replied in a softer tone, your elbows pressed into the firm mattress as your fingers ran through his hair.

Miguel looked like he could cry at the intimacy of the moment, but you beat him to it, one of your own tears dripping right below his eye before leaking down the side of his face. Miguel chuckled, reaching his hands up to hold your face. The two of you spent the morning exchanging kisses and sweet words before you both eventually had to return to HQ, returning to your room to receive a proper scolding from one of the older nurses.

Bro, I cannot put into words how badly I wanted to write miguel giving head. Imma have to save it for a part three where reader is fully recovered 😔 (obvi only if yall want it)

But yea, i hope yall enjoyed this 😆 It's like 3AM rn so I'm going to bed ✌️ feel free to let me know about any typos