Naim

His hands, rough and calloused, shot out, grabbing your wrists and slamming them into the pillows above your head. The sheer difference in strength and size between you two sent a jolt of electricity straight to your already aching cock. You struggled instinctively, but it was useless. He was a damn rock.

"Mikey—"

One of his hands traveled to your neck, cutting off oxygen as he leaned in, his face inches from yours. His eyes, still that unnerving, placid blue, held no mercy. He was a blank slate, a beautiful, terrifying machine, and you were the thing he was currently taking apart. You could smell yourself on his breath, see the faint sheen of your pre-cum still on his lips.

The sight made your hips buck involuntarily.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, the first real sound you'd heard from him, and it vibrated through your entire body.

It was a warning.

He shifted his weight, the movement fluid and terrifyingly fast. He kept his hand locked around your throat, using the other to line up your slick, throbbing cock with his entrance. With a brutal, downward thrust of his powerful hips, he impaled himself on you in one, single, devastating motion.

A strangled cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pressure on your neck. The heat, the tightness, the sheer force of him taking you was overwhelming. Michael didn't pause. He didn't let you adjust. He set a punishing rhythm from the very first bounce, his massive thighs flexing as he lifted himself up and slammed back down.

His hand on your throat cut off just enough air to make your vision swim at the edges. Yet the lack of oxygen also sharpened every sensation. The drag of his tight heat around you, the slap of his ass against your thighs, the sight of his powerful, sweat-slicked body rising and falling above you.

He leaned over you, his chest against yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. Still, he was silent, save for the low, guttural grunts that escaped with each punishing drop.

The pressure in your core built to an unbearable peak, a coil wound so tight it was about to snap. And, as if sensing it, Michael's pace became erratic, his movements deeper and faster.

He was close too.

The hand on your throat disappeared and he pulled you up slightly for a bruising, possessive kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, a fight for dominance that he won without even trying. The new angle made the tip of your cock touch his g-spot repeatedly, causing his eyes to water slightly.

You couldn't handle it anymore.

it’s his job to make you feel comfy and right at home! why else do you think he raised the ranks it’s so that other tedious tasks are left for his subordinates

he doesn’t stay on your lap grinding his hole the whole day, of course!

he hides beneath your desk nestling between your legs during meetings, or else he would be blocking the camera and get in the way of your work

your meeting can tend to take a long time which is why he really likes to take it real long and slow with you

his main goal isn’t to be a brat or a tease but to genuinely to make you feel good and relax (do note that it is his intention but whether you actually relax is another story)

he likes to start by kisses all over your inner thighs and groping them to feel how thick and sturdy they are

this continues until he can see the bulge forming in your underwear and he likes to greeting it by burying his face right up to take a good smell of your cock right from the source

if you can’t tell already, he definitely has a scent kink and likes to smell your musk for a long time until he salivates from the smell and his mouth gets the itch

to warm up, he likes to shove it down all the way to the bar to really feel the stretch in his throat. he doesn’t move just sitting there cock warming you with his throat

if he feels that your cock is leaking too much precum and it’s getting hard for him then pulls out he swallows while keeping the head in his mouth before restarting all again

he likes to spread the precum all over your cock using his tongue to make sure the whole thing is nice and wet for him

if he wants a break then he sucks on the head, lazily swirling his tongue around the tip

sometimes he pretends that your cock is a tongue and pretend to kiss it like you’re french kissing

he loves making you leak so much that he can slurp that white sticky goo but he has to hold back to avoid making loud sounds for the mic to pick up

but once he gets the jist the meeting is heading towards its end. that’s when he really throws it all out the window and try to work you up in hopes that you would pound his tight hole he saved up for you after the call

he starts to deep throat make sure your cock is reaching the tightest area at the back, making sure to rock his head back and forth at a good pace

now this is when he really gets a bit adventurous and slurp loudly to make you hang up faster to avoid being caught

depending on how important the meeting is, you may leave early and let the rest finish up or lock his head with your thighs so he can’t move and forced to continue to cock warm you with his throat

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Aeres lets out a moan as you mercilessly enter him all at once without trying to loosen him up.

“M-mhm♡ I-mf sorryyy♡”

You were pounding him so fiercely, he could only bounce his body to the rhythm of your hips. Swaying back and forth as he clutched onto your desk for support and bucking his hips out.

“Sorry?”

You snorted. Kneading his fair butt, squeezing it right and letting it go to watch the slight jiggle at the release of contact. Warming his cheeks nicely with you palm before slapping his hard.

The sound echoed nicely in your office and Aeres whimpered at the pain, but continued to arch his back to meet your every thirst.

“You didn’t seem sorry with how much fun you were having between my legs, hm?”

You held his hips in order to thrust deeply yet again, and quickened the past.

“M-master ♡”

Aeres continued to moan out for you and moved his hips alongside your every thrust to get you to places deep within him that he would never be able to touch on his own.

“Use your words. Do you want to cum?”

You spat harshly at your maid, but his body could only break down the pleasure you were giving him and he was no longer capable of assembling words or able to convey them.

Aeres could only clench his hole tight and nod back at you with tears in his eyes, hoping that you would forgive him for disobeying.

Of course, you didn’t.

“You’re being quite naughty today, is that right Aeres?”

You snaked a hand down between his legs and found his member between your hands.

Aeres gasped at the unexpected touch, and his knees buckling at the warmth of your hands on his cock.

You found your way to the tip and firmly pressed your thumb at the tip.

Aeres knew exactly what you were going to do and whined against your desk. Although, he would sway his hips frantically to no avail to throw your hands off him. He knew better to grasp frantically at your hands to throw him off.

It was engraved in his bones and blood that he was for your pleasure. A bit of coyness would spice bedroom activities up but he would never openly defy against your wishes.

“Nghh~♡♡ your cock f-feels sooo good master ♡ its stretching my maid hole so well ♡”

Fuck, he was trying to sweet talk his out of this. You can tell, but you weren’t about to fall for it. You continued to hit it deep inside of him without release you hold on his twitching cock.

“Mhmm♡~ Master♡~ can we please c-cum together ah♡”

You can tell that he was about to cum, but do you let him have your way with you?

His flushed face and reddened buttocks paired with his glistening eyes while whimpering and moaning was satisfying but

“Nope♡”

You blocked the urethra firmly with your thumb and came inside of him with the base of your cock touching the rim of his hole.

Aeres whined at his lack of release and feeling himself being filled with your warm cum but before he could whine at you. He was flipped with his back flushing against the cool wooden table and the thrusting began again forcing the cum to bubble and come out.

“N-noooo♡ Masterrrr♡”

You smiled at his moans and pressed your lips together while nibbled at his bottom lip swallow the rest of his whines.

the bed creaked softly in protest to the insistent force of your thrust, a deep, sensual pace that you had set when the pretty, older man under you kept whining about his back or how his muscles are gonna pull from your overeager movements. despite his stuttered words, his arms stayed wrapped tight around your shoulders, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your back with the tiniest resistance.

“heeeey hey, mister~” you cooed out with a teasing grin, pushing your pelvis flush against his own until he could feel your pubic hair scratching against his skin. how embarrassing, being folded over by some snotty nosed kid who could be twice his age. and by someone who was so disrespectful too. the gal.

“you’ve gone real quiet ever since we got naked. what’s on your dirty old mind, huh?” without giving him a chance to retort, talking about how disrespectful kids nowadays were or to hear him complain about his aching joints, you pulled back just enough before thrusting back inside him in one push. he choked on his drool, looking away from you with the prettiest red on his stubble covered face.

“what’s the matter, sir? did i manage to fuck the brat out of you?” brat? who were you calling a brat? if anything, you were the brat here, not him!

“listen real closely, sir” you lean down, chest brushing against his swollen, drool and bite covered nipples as you whisper into his ear. a shudder crawled along his spine, something he merely tucked away as a reaction to being sweaty. though, his mind was getting clouded, growing more and more sloppy when he felt how you ground your strap deeper into his sloppy hole, grounding against that stupid, twitchy spot inside him.

“gaHG—! mmhg… hhhmgg♡︎” still, he refused to make noises again. whenever he did, you just cooed at him as if he was some injured animal, damn near railing your cum deeper into his guts as if you wanted to get him pregnant. he knew how stupidly, perverted you were, and he refused to give you the satisfaction of hearing his crumbling sanity.

“you hear that, sir?” sshhliiiick—♡︎! plawp♥︎

“ANGH—! mmfgh..” biting his lip, he shook his head weakly, even though he heard that dirty noise of your earlier rounds’ cum spilling out of his hole and felt your tip graze that soft spot inside him. his dick was twitching again, a weak, spent little thing covered in its own cum laying on his soft stomach. he didn’t wanna look. didn’t even wanted to hear your voice whispering in his ear, clouding his judgement.

“you don’t? but it’s so loud, sir. it almost sounds like we’re kissing down there” he wanted to whine at your words. such a filthy kid you were, describing such a depraved sound as something sweet like a kiss.

“your hole is strangling my strap, sir. it’s almost as if you’re thirsty for me. ain’t it, right? should i kiss your sloppy hole even more down there, sir? get you all sweet ‘n soft” letting go of his trembling leg, your hand trails down to his ass, groping the fat flesh before rubbing a thumb over his rim. you teased the idea of pushing a thumb inside, to watch the earlier cum get fucked out of his fluttering hole, but the cute, desperate look in his eyes stopped you.

“s-sstupid kid.. don’t say s-such things when you’re s-stirring my guts” he could barely talk, tripping over his own words as he tried to keep his swollen lips from moaning out your name. which round was this? he had almost forgotten, you were just too energetic with your bubbling youth, he could barely keep up. even his legs were shaking, twitching against your shoulder where you had hooked one up.

“aha, so you do like me fucking your insides” you tease him, grin growing wider into a smile of a cheshire cat. grabbing at his meaty thighs, you push his legs up until they were nearly by his head, folding him into a mating press as you sink your cock deeper into him with this new position.

he could only gasp, pupils widening as he stared with glassy eyes at where your pelvis met his. you were going to break him open, he can’t breathe in this position, give him a fucking break!

“d-don’t—! aaahng.. n-no, not like this. p-put me down, you brat!”

“relax, mister. you can handle another round just fine” you laugh as his hands scratch at your biceps, his eyes growing teary at how easily you manhandled his bigger body. he was being pushed to the brink of what was left of his mind, body basically vibrating against the sweat covered mattress with how violently he shook.

“hang on tight, sir♡︎”

you were gonna ruin him, stupid brat.

[Earlier]

“fuck…” Shanks mumbles as he walks down the hallway. It’s taking everything he has to keep his pheromones inside his body, using all his experience of holding in pain both physical and mental to help him. Holding things in is making it worse, he’s just making himself emotional faster, but he can’t be spotted like this. His thoughts go to earlier, when you two were drinking. He had already started feeling off around you lately, sometimes he forgets he’s an omega since he takes blockers and doesn’t really pay attention to those specific labels, so he brushed it off as him just taking a liking to you. He fucks because he can, and any parts that are different are just the things given to him. The only times he remembers he’s an omega is when he’s reminded, either during sex or during medical appointments, though sometimes he isn’t paying attention even then.. Well he wishes he was paying attention now. Hongo had always told him that even if he took blockers that he should keep track of when he was supposed to have heats, just in case something ever went wrong during those times; but Shanks being Shanks, pushed that aside. He wouldn’t need to know all that, if anything happened he would just deal with it, Hongo keeps track anyway; so the doctor could just deal with it. Medical stuff isn’t his specialty.

‘I might be the biggest idiot in the world.’ Shanks tells himself as he shoves his door open and falls onto his bedroom floor, kicking it closed with his foot. Why hadn’t he put it together? Liking you, starting to feel off around you recently, feeling hornier than usual… why did it not click? What’s wrong with him? Is he stupid? Shanks lets out a small groan as he presses his thighs together, already feeling the slick between them. He had heard before of something like love activating a heat even if blockers were taken, but it was rare and sounds way too romantic. Plus, Shanks is more than grown now. Healthy, but not a teenager that can’t control their hormones. He slides a hand down to his pants, over his crotch, and presses down. Pleasure shoots through him and he tries to cover his mouth to muffle a moan, forgetting that he doesn’t have another hand to muffle it with. It makes him jolt and he shakily sits up and tries to sense if anyone is near, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel anyone. He manages to get onto his feet, trying to imagine he’s just drunk as he flops onto his bed on his stomach; then rolls onto his back. ‘Should I knock myself out?’ He considers seriously, knowing how it feels to have a heat without a partner. It’s miserable, no matter how many times you cum it keeps feeling like it isn’t enough. What’s worse is you just get depressed too! God he would rather go through a terrible hangover. His crotch is pulsing, fluttering and clenching around nothing as his breath starts to quicken. Shanks slips a hand into his pants and parts his lips, the amount of slick he feels making him flinch. “God what am I this wet for?” He mumbles and his mind immediately goes to you, making his womb throb in response with a whine. He isn’t an insecure man, but you’ve never really shown any genuine interest in him. You’ve flirted with him, maybe even alluded to a fling, but he doesn’t want a fling. Here it goes with the negative thoughts. He likes you, he loves you, even if he shouldn’t. He’s your captain and older than you. An older omega… would he even be able to give pups at this age? The thought rings through him and he tears up with a whine. He’s pushing 40, he isn’t as fertile as he used to be, even if he’s an omega he isn’t good enough. His body isn’t good for pups, he drinks and fights and he’s above his prime. He aged like fine wine appearance wise but what does that matter? Shanks is just a pretty face and a pretty body. His fingers play with his clit as he starts to cry softly, feeling pathetic. When he was younger he cursed the people who told him he would regret not having pups while he was young, he still does now; but when in his heat... he agrees with them. It’s the hormones, this is known, but this pain is real. He keens out for a mate that isn’t there. A dangerous man, a whore, used up and useless. All these things that would never bother him, things that he even sometimes took pridefully, fill his mind and make him miserable. It makes his first orgasm feel like shit, the pleasure doing nothing. ‘Useless useless useless’ his omega mind tells him as he turns his head to the side, unable to even wipe his tears.

[Now]

You sniff the door more, trying to figure out what it is until you catch a whiff of something. It feels erotic at first, like alcohol, which is why you mistook it as maybe your breath from the ale; but you start to realize that it isn’t. You press your nose to the door and sniff again, smelling it stronger. Salty, a stinging like alcohol and the salty sea. It smells like Shanks, but it’s usually softer than this, more calm. This smells more… unstable. Even when he was drunk he didn’t smell like this. The scent turns rotten, more salty and more like wine that wasn’t sealed properly, negative and stressful “Captain?” You call out as you knock on the door again, getting less irritated due to worry. Unknown to you, Shanks hears you, but it only made him feel better for a moment. It’s a whirlpool, he’s happy you’re here, happy you sound worried, but what now? The only good parts of him are the fact that he’s confident, sure of himself. If he isn’t then he would just be some insecure, pathetic, drunk, old omega giving himself away. No, no, he can’t let you see him like this. You get a headache as the scent gets weaker, then stronger as he tries and fails to hold it in. “Captain, are you okay? What’s going on? Should I call someone?”

“No!” He yells out instinctively, startling you slightly.

“Okay.. I will.. not—call someone.” You respond, still hesitant. You’re close to Shanks but not as close as maybe Beckman, another omega. “Are you sure though? I can call Beckman.” Shanks thinks about that, that actually might make him feel a bit better; but Beckman isn’t you. Plus he has a feeling Beckman would just scold him, maybe even tell him to go to you. God he’s pathetic. “Captain, I know we aren’t as close but is there something I can do?”

…

“C..Can you just… stay here?” He mumbles, it’s quiet to the point where you can barely hear it.

‘He wants me to stay!?’ You think to yourself, shocked. You’ve already gotten hard from his pheromones, what if you say something stupid? “Uh are you su-”

“You don’t want to?” Shanks sounds vulnerable, weak, and you shake your head quickly despite him not being able to see it.

“No, no, I’m okay staying here,” ‘God he sounds so cute I wanna see him.’ “I was more worried that you don’t actually want me here.” You say, your mind spinning a little. You’re doing your best to stay calm, unfortunately that’s only making Shanks feel worse since he’s thinking that he’s so unattractive that you’re completely fine despite his pheromones going strong. “I just want to make you feel better.” Caught in a bad spot, the two of you are. Shanks is insecure and feeling worse because you seem completely fine, and you’re doing your best to hold yourself together because Shanks is distressed. This is going nowhere but down. “Are you uhm.. in heat? Did you forget your blockers?”

“Gods, I didn’t. It would make things easier if it were just that.” Shanks says, biting his lip when he slips a finger inside himself.

‘Why is he so emotional, am I doing something wrong? Am I this emotional during a rut?’ Your mind races as you try to think of anything to save this. You try to think of something that you would like to hear during a stressful rut. “..Do you need help?” When you’re met with silence you consider playing it off as a bad joke but then there’s a response.

“What good is helping an old geezer like me?” He says, his voice sad. Your mind goes blank for a moment, what is he saying? He’s completely out of your league asking what good is there? He isn’t even that old!

“Well- uh.. you’re sexy?” You sound a bit unsure, not knowing if you’re doing something good. When you smell him slightly calm you feel slight relief. Shanks may not want just a fling, but hearing the person he loves call him sexy is always a plus. “You’re super hot, and you’re incredibly attractive in all ways both physically and personality wise.” You keep throwing out compliments, flooding them in as your captain’s pheromones seem to be reacting positively. “I know I make fun of your arm jokes but they’re actually funny, even when they’re not they’re funny in an unfunny way; especially since you always look so bright and proud of yourself when you get the perfect opportunity to make one. Your eyes crinkle up happily, it’s super cute.” His sadness is subsiding and turning into a small glee as you continue, his hips bucking into his fingers. You press your hands against the door, “You’re the most desirable person and omega I've ever me-” and fall through it onto Shanks’s bedroom floor. Oh. When the redhead had struggled inside earlier he hadn’t closed it properly, so it opened at the pressure. He stares at your form on the ground, not sure whether to laugh or beam that you’re inside. You get up onto your knees and your brain immediately goes numb from the smell of him, the scent through the door can’t compare to this. It makes your mouth water and you forget about your embarrassment. Shanks is about to ask if you’re okay when you get up onto your feet and look at him, your pupils dilating at the sight. Your captain is laying there, propped up on his elbow. You can see glistening on his fingers, slick. He follows your gaze and gets embarrassed.

“Had to make do, being alone and all.” He mumbles, trying to play it cool. Exceedingly hard when his face is still flushed and his muscles are tensing from trying not to pull you to him. You walk over to him and grab his wrist, making him flinch and gasp when you wrap your lips around his wet fingers, groaning at the taste. His womb throbs and he purrs involuntarily from the action, his body pleased that his alpha is here. “(Y/n) I-”

“Shh, I’m here now.” You pull back and move yourself between his legs, your tent above his clothes weeping cunt. “Fuck, I can almost feel how wet it is just from this.” You grind down on him and he throws his head back with a cry, pleasure shooting through him as his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You can’t help it, you need to fuck him, your hands go to the hem of his pants and pull it all off. He’s wet, it would be so easy to thrust into him, you put your tip at his entrance and pause.

“...?” Shanks props himself up to look at you, you’re sweating and clenching your teeth. You’re holding back, Shanks hasn’t given consent yet and your body is punishing you for daring to stop yourself from breeding an omega in front of you; but you can’t, you can’t do this to your captain if he doesn’t want it just because you couldn’t control yourself. Shanks realizes this and grabs your shirt to pull you down for a kiss, his lips moving against yours passionately until he pulls back. “Fuck me.” He whispers. “Please…” Your eyes fog over and you grab his legs to pull him back onto your cock while thrusting into him, his body adjusting to you immediately as he gasps. So ready for cock and now he’s all yours. He’s already a mess below you, squirming. It’s not long before his walls pulse around you and he wails, his orgasm coming suddenly after being pent up and distressed this whole time. His arm clutches onto the back of your shirt as your hips move, “Breed me please please I need it.” gripping onto it so hard you’re sure it’ll stretch out. It doesn’t matter though, not when his pussy is clenching around you so well as he begs you to give him pups. Him being a powerful pirate or the captain of an important crew doesn’t matter, he just wants to be your omega. Fuck, you’ll keep him pregnant over and over until he can’t think about anything except getting bred and taking care of his pups, your pups. Your knot starts to inflate and Shanks lets out pheromones to give you every sign he wants it, shaking as he reaches his second orgasm. Gummy walls squeeze around you and leak slick as he cries out while you continue to fuck him; painting his insides with your seed. Your knot slowly forces its way inside with your thrusts until it pops inside of him with a squelch. Shanks feels dizzy, happy, he puts his hand on his stomach purring until he remembers how old he is. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you rub your scent glands onto his.

“Pups.. I'm.. it’d be hard for me to get them.” He feels like crying, tearing up while he looks away feeling ashamed. You think for a moment, then pick him up and walk towards the door that’s still open with your dick still inside him, closing it. You won’t need to lock it, everyone will get the hint the moment they even get near the hallway. You plop down onto the bed with him on your lap and thrust up into Shanks, your knot still inside.

“It doesn’t matter. If it’s hard for you to get pups then we can keep trying.” You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll do it over and over until your womb is overflowing with me.” Shanks pants, his eyes glazing over at your romantic(?) words.

“Alpha~” He whines and you pull him in for a kiss, making out with him until your knot unswells enough you can lay him back on the mattress and hook his legs over your shoulders into a mating press. You kiss him one more time before thrusting into his wet cunt, squelching with slick as you fuck your own cum deeper into him. Your mouth goes to his neck, sucking hickeys where you’re planning on biting him once his heat is over. When you can fuck your seed into him and mate him while he’s fully himself. This angle is deeper than before and you feel the tip of your dick kiss his cervix, making his head throw back with pleasure as slick drips down your balls and coats your thighs. His plump chest from his muscles move with each thrust, nipples perked up like they’re already going to lactate. Your hand goes to one and squeezes the flesh there, his heat making them softer than usual. He likes it, cries getting louder since he can’t speak anymore. Your knot swells up for the second time and he cums again, struggling to make more noise that shows he’s yours as his throat goes sore. It doesn’t even matter if he didn’t love you, your dick is too addictive, he’d never be able to have another. You pound into him and his cervix, one hand on his thigh and the other on his breast. You’re a perfect match and as you slam into him the to his cervix shoots your cum directly into his womb as your cock ruins his pussy for the second time.

“My omega.” You mumble and kiss him again as he manages to purr happily, your scents mixing together like you’re already mated.

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…………..

After everything is done, he finally gets a moment to rest his mind. Looking at the sinking ship of the Kid pirates, he sighs. “Kids these days get too strong too fast.” He says as he walks further onto the Red Force. Shanks expected Kid to have gotten stronger, but enough to destroy multiple ships at once was unexpected. It’s then that your expression comes to mind, the smile that didn’t reach your eyes. He looks around a few times after he remembers but doesn’t see you “Shit.” He mumbles to himself. His crew overhears this and start to snicker despite Shanks’s small panic.

“In trouble, Captain?” Yasopp asks teasingly and Shanks sighs as they sail back to the island’s dock.

“Hopefully not too much..” The redhead says, but before he can go look for you inside the ship, people call for him. ‘Dammit.’ What’s worse, he feels your gaze on him. It’s harsh, and he resists the urge to shiver. He needs to go find you, but he should calm his subordinates first. He hops off of the ship and, again, a woman hugs his waist. She clings to him happily and he puts his hand on her hip, trailing it up to pat her back. “See? I told you everything would be fine.” He tells everyone.

“You took care of him so easily! We have to have a celebration!” One of the men say and Shanks, for the first time in a long while, actually feels not that excited for a celebration. He’s always excited to drink, of course, but the longer he keeps you waiting the worse things are going to be.

“A celebration for beating such a weak pirate?” He asks, raising a brow. “You sure you aren’t just using me as an excuse to party?”

“Nonsense! Our chief saving our island and people is always a cause for celebration!” The man responds and everyone cheers.

‘This isn’t working out.’ Shanks thinks to himself. “That sounds great but I should get going.”

“Ehhh? Already?” They all yell. “We wanted to thank you for saving us though!”

“Yeah, sorry. No need to thank me either, it’s my fault a big shot came to this island.” The captain continues to try and escape from the people, picking up a few women to place them further back. Beckman watches this, amused. He almost considers letting the redhead deal with this himself, but alas, he is the first mate and he is supposed to help the captain.

“C'mon everyone, let the Captain rest.” Beckman tells them, patting one of them on the back while he motions for the other townspeople to leave as well.

“Yeah, don’t tire him out now, he’s gonna need his energy!” Lucky Roux says knowingly with a laugh, making Shanks cringe.

“Well, okay. See you later Chief!” The women and men say, a few giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they’re gone Shanks sighs in relief, then slowly trails his vision over to you, sweating as he notices an even more insincere smile on your face. You narrow your eyes sinisterly and head inside the ship. He curses and quickly makes his way inside too.

“We’ll save you a seat, Captain!” Lucky yells to him.

“Yeah, and we’ll make sure it’s cushioned too!” Yasopp adds and they all start to laugh, voices fading as Shanks follows you. He trails through the halls and eventually finds you, grabbing your shoulder to turn you towards him.

“Heyyyy!” He says with a friendly voice, “You know they don’t mean anything to me, right, love? Well not ‘anything’ but not like you-” He’s interrupted as you grab his collar and pull him into a rough kiss. He takes a step back, and you pin him to the wall. He shivers slightly as your tongue slips into his mouth and his into yours, intertwining the two muscles. Shanks grips onto your arm and groans softly when you lick the roof of his mouth. With that, you pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment. His face flushed as he catches his breath, voice full of anxious hope. “...Is this a sign you’re not that mad at me…?” The redhead asks, panicking as one of your hands slips under his shirt and grips tightly onto his waist. Your eyes narrow and your smile widens.

“What do you think?”

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“Hah~ nnGH~!” Shanks groans into the pillow, clutching the sheets beside his head like a lifeline as you slam into his lifted hips mercilessly. He’s already cum twice, you once, sweat glistening on his back as the muscles tense under your hand with every thrust. Your other hand goes to his hair and pulls his head up, his mind swimming as you lean over him.

“Don’t hide now, thought you loved the attention?” Your voice rumbles into his ear and his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back for a second when an especially hard pump hits his prostate harshly.

“s..sorry soRRy- AHh~!” Shanks moans with a gasp as you spank him, the hand on his back moving to squeeze one of his pecs.

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for. How could I blame my lover for being himself? Even if he’s an attention whore.” You pinch his swollen nipple harshly, sending pain and pleasure through his body. “I’ll give you the attention you crave, enough to feel it when you show yourself off to everyone else.” Shanks thinks about being in front of his subordinates, trying to hide the pain in his lower half and cover any marks made by you. The feeling of him squeezing around you makes you chuckle. “You liked that, didn’t you? The thought of them finding out their strong chief got fucked like a slut then tried going to their celebration like it didn’t happen. Wonder what those girls would think, knowing that. They probably think or even remember you as some dominant man. Fantasizing about you when the truth is you’re addicted to getting used by your boyfriend.” You grab and lift his torso up, wrapping your arms around his waist so you can pound into him so hard he forgets how to think; only able to let out a weak groan as he cums for the 3rd time. All that comes out of his mouth are moans and whines now, unable to form words as tears form in his eyes from overstimulation. That doesn’t matter though, you know he can keep going. “Is my pretty slut tired? You can give me one more, right?” You ask and he shakes his head, gasping when you press a hand on his lower stomach. “You can, don’t underestimate yourself.” Shanks whines as you suck a hickey into his back, whispering dirty praises into his ear until he’s aroused enough to get hard again. “There you go~” He feels like he’s about to collapse as you kiss the back of his neck. “C’mon, be good for me, Captain.” You stop to grind into him, making him groan at the feeling of your dick massaging his prostate. Your cum is pushed further into him and his dick twitches in pleasure.

“(Y/n)..” His voice rumbles as his eyes close, mind clearing up just enough to say your name.

“Turn your head.” You tell him and press your lips against his, his eyes going half lidded with a mewl as you start to thrust again. He’s kissing back despite his foggy head, instinct from making out with you. It’s not done yet though, and once you feel like he’s had enough time to calm you start getting rough again. He’s struggling to keep himself up, your arm wrapping around his waist the only thing keeping his hips lifted.

‘I’m.. gonna pass out.’ Shanks manages to think. ‘Feels too good…!’ He curses that he didn’t take care of Kid sooner, instead choosing to calm the nerves of the people first. Out of character for the captain, but he can’t think rationally when he’s getting fucked to an inch of his life and his love is upset with him. His orgasm starts to form inside of him and he pulls away from the kiss to pant. He’s gonna die, he’s gonna die and it’s because he’s too handsome and charming to be unpopular. Your voice reaches his ears, but his brain can’t make it out very well, just knowing that it’s you behind him. At least you’re the one that’ll kill him, this might not be so bad. He lets out a gasp when you twitch inside him then grab his dick. "W-Wait wait!” He’s able to cum untouched, but he’ll need a bit of help this time. He grabs your wrist, weakly tugging to no avail as you start to jerk him off. Shanks looks back at you with teary eyes, pleading.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just this last time. After that you can go to that party and pretend you’re a perfect handsome man. For now,” It doesn't work. You tighten your grip and he sobs. “I just need you to cum again for me.” He looks forward, tears streaming from his eyes as he feels himself reaching that peak again. Finally, he lets out a loud broken cry as he shakes and spasms around you. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.” You coo into his ear as it rips through him like lightning, pain and pleasure filling his body. You can’t hold back longer either, the urge to cum into him again filling your mind. Your grunts mix with his weak whimpers, so slutty and vocal for you. “I-I want you to remember this, everytime someone puts their hands or eyes on you with want, I want you to remember how easily you moan for my c-cock.” You grunt out, ending your sentence with your dick shooting cum into his warm walls. You don’t know if he heard you say that, but you know his body will remember for him. After a while of catching your breath you pull out of him, a lewd sticky noise accompanying before seeing your cum flow out of him. “Fuck, what a sight..." You mumble, burning the image into your head. Sweat glistens on his back and his head spins before he goes limp. “Ah.” You lay him down and turn him over onto his back, your breath catching in your throat. His hair sticks to his forehead, tears staining his face and his lips swollen with kissing and biting. There’s hand marks on his waist and hips, bite marks around his swollen nipples. He’s completely wrecked, his closed eyes opening just to look at you for a few seconds before he manages to give a weak smile; then he passes out. “Oops.” You exclaim, then look at the clock in the room. At this rate he’s gonna be late, but looking back at him you doubt he can go in this state; even if the thought is slightly nice to think about. Just a bit. Plus, your body is also a bit exhausted, to be honest. Love conquers all, though, and you get off of the bed and onto your feet; picking up your unconscious boyfriend to clean him up as best you can. It’s a bit difficult when he’s unconscious, but you make sure to use warm water and lots of care. He stays asleep the entire time, which isn't too surprising since he can sleep through most things; though he does make cute hums in his sleep when you rinse off his hair and snores when you’re drying him off. Once he’s all cleaned up you change the sheets quickly and place him onto the bed. It’s a good thing you’re strong, Shanks isn’t light by any means. You stand there, staring at him. ‘Is he.. gonna be able to go like this?’ You ask yourself, seeing his burnt out body. ‘I’ll go see Hongo just in case.’ As soon as you step into Hongo’s office he tosses icepacks and ointments to you.

“Here.” He’s too used to you and Shanks’s antics to be unprepared or surprised, especially when he could hear his captain’s moans while walking through the hallway to get to his office. “Seriously, I don’t know if I should be impressed with him or you that you guys manage to make that much noise. We even put soundproofed it too.” Hongo says with a sigh.

“I’m just that good.” You gloat jokingly, holding the items in your arms.

“Yeah, well, we don’t need to know to this extent.” The doctor replies and you laugh a little. “I don’t know how rough you were with him, but people are gonna be disappointed if the captain doesn’t go.” Your eyebrows furrow s the consequences of your actions settle in. “Don’t make that expression. He’s grown, he knew what he was doing.” You tilt your head in confusion but Hongo just waves you off to figure it out yourself. It’s when you get back to your shared room when you put the pieces together, could it have been on purpose? No way, right? Shanks is on the bed, snoring loudly. You walk over and put an icepack on his neck, causing him to jolt awake.

“Cold!” He yelps, coughing afterwards from the strain of his voice. You hand him a glass of water, he takes it and gulps it down. “Thanks, sweetiepie.” You stare at him and he’s confused. “What, do I have something on my face? Other than handsomeness, of course.” His voice is raspy, but you still catch the slight nervousness.

“Did you make me jealous on purpose?” You ask him and he quickly avoids eye contact. “So you did.” He scratches the back of his head.

“I didn’t think you would get that jealous.” The redhead mumbles and you resist the urge to shake him.

“I knew it was weird, you were leaning into those kisses and you didn’t need to put your hand near her ass either.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as Shanks laughs anxiously. He pats his lap.

“C’mon~ It’s not that big a deal. Plus, my hand was an appropriate distance away from her ass. I would kn-” You grab and squeeze his nose harshly. “Owowow sorry sorry, I couldn’t resist the joke!” If he wasn’t already a wreck you would’ve bonked his head by now.

“You’re going to the banquet.” You state, letting go of his nose.

“I want to, but I’m a little.. well..” He motions to his naked body covered in marks. “I’m getting old too, my hips hurt like hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if you aged them.”

“I said earlier that you would go, yeah? So you’re going. I’ll carry you over there like a pretty princess if I have to.” You tell him and he gets a serious look on his face as he actually considers the pros and cons of being carried like a pretty princess. The pros are he doesn’t have to walk over there and he can just use you instead of having to get up, the cons are that his crew would make fun of him and he isn’t sure how the rest would react. “You seemed pretty interested in people finding out earlier.” His cheeks tint slightly at that, he would allow it if it was just his immediate crew but there’s too many reasons to not do the same in front of everyone else.

“I’ll go, you can carry me some other time.” He stands up and almost falls over until you catch him. “Shit, you did a bigger number than me than I thought.” Shanks doesn’t want to leave everyone hanging though. Thankfully, you two are used to this. You put him down on the bed and put ointment on any bigger marks or bites, he shivers a little when you put it on his nipples. Once that’s done you dress him up and ice his eyes and lips. “Can’t see.” He says as the icepack covers his vision, voice muffled by the one on his lips.

“Hold it.” You tell him and he takes over icepack duty, you take the chance to put makeup over any visible marks. Would be easier to just button up his shirt but that would cause way more attention than a few faint marks. Once everything’s done he puts the icepacks down. To be honest, his face still looks like a mess.

“Maybe we can put some lipstick on me, only if you kiss it on tho-” You put the icepack back on his lips. Should be fine, Shanks looks a little rough all the time anyway. Maybe you guys can say it was the heat that did it.

………………

“Woohoo! Congratulations!” Yeah the excuse didn’t work. At least everyone was happy for you, even the women from before. They seemed really bummed at first but they changed their mind when they saw Shanks’s face and the faint marks. They started going to you instead or staring at Shanks in awe. Apparently it’s way more interesting to stare at a handsome man slightly wrecked than try and have him when he’s taken. Love conquers all, even if their curious stares are a little embarrassing.

“You’re so noisy.” You thrust harshly again and he lets out a pathetic whimper, yet you don’t let up. Hands trail from his waist to his chest, pulling him close to you while fondling his pecs. Thumbs go to his nipples and lightly circle them before flicking quickly, ending with a pinch and pull that makes the captain arch his head up and let out a groan. “You really like it, hm?” You’re really the one most into it, but he’s loving it too. “Already big, would be full of milk once I knock you up.” Shanks’s head is spinning. This dumb breeding kink between you two despite him being male. You give them another firm squeeze and he cums hard, your hands fondling through his orgasm. White covers his abdomen before leaking onto the bedsheets, letting out another weak spurt from you letting out your own seed.

Once Shanks’s head focuses enough to be coherent he notices you still fondling his chest.

“Jeez, give the things a break, will you?” You pinch one of his nipples and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “You’re harsh to them, hun.”

“Just appreciating them. The massaging is good for milk production, right?”

“Pervert.” You scoff.

“Says the man who was riding me a week ago begging for a baby.” Shanks also gets way too lost in the moment.

“Ahh,” He snaps his fingers. “touché.” You pull out of him and he shivers at the feeling of liquid leaking from his ass. “You’re still the one always talking about it.”

“Yet you don’t stop me.” He gives you a cheeky smile and you both kiss.

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Shanks itches at his chest through his shirt, it’s been feeling strange lately.

“What’re you doing?” Lucky Roux asks, setting down oatmeal in front of Shanks in the kitchen. The captain makes a displeased face. “You wanted something sweet and easy and now you’re staring at me like that.”

“Reminds me of when we had to really budget for food.” He grumbles, taking a bite of the oatmeal expecting the worst; but eyes twinkle. It’s chocolatey.

“(Y/n) told me to add it along with the almonds.” The redhead has always been partial to chocolate, eating bars of it with big bites in his childhood til his stomach hurt; yet never tiring of it. “Answer my question from before, Captain.”

“Hm.” He takes another bite. “It’s nothing much, my chest has been feeling weird lately.”

“…Your heart?” The large man looks nervous but his captain shakes his head.

“No, the flesh, not inside.” The chef relaxes, he won’t have to make a new diet for heartburn. “I think—nevermind.” He can’t tell Lucky that he thinks it’s because you’ve been massaging them too hard during sex. The chef slides the bowl of oatmeal away from Shanks. “Okay! It’s from the bedroom.”

“Oh.” He slides it back. “I don’t want to know anymore. Why’d you tell me?” Shanks almost falls for the bait but chooses to scarf down the oatmeal instead.

“I should tell you something else.” Lucky tilts his head. “I actually… no nevermind.” The captain turns around and leaves a laughing Lucky.

He stops outside of the door and presses at one of his pecs, he’ll let his mind wander to the chocolate oatmeal instead. It would’ve been nice to savor it more. While lost in the sadness of quick eating he feels a sudden squeeze to his chest. There’s only one pervert on this ship who would do this to a grown man. “Hello to you too.”

“I was going to say hi but you looked so out of it that I wanted to tease you a little.” You kiss your lover on the cheek and he chuckles. “How are you feeling? Was the chocolate good?”

“It was. If I wasn’t tired of oatmeal I might ask for that everyday.” Alas, his dislike for oatmeal has won over chocolate. Why would he care anyway? He could just have the chocolate alone.

“As long as you’re happy.” You rub your cheek against his and he rubs back, flinching when you squeeze his pec. You immediately pull away. “What happened!? Don’t tell me you’re hiding an injury-“

“No, no, I’m not. My chest has just been feeling weird lately.” You go to his front and tug down his shirt to examine both pecs. No bruises, irritation, or lumps. The fact that you fret over him like this makes him happy but he doesn’t like seeing you distressed. He pats your back. “I’m alright~ You’re worrying over nothing. They’re just sensitive from the ‘massage’ yesterday. It doesn’t hurt, just feels a little odd, that’s all.” You’re still worried but it really seems like everything is okay. Your experience in feeling your boyfriend’s chest would alert you to anything out of the ordinary.

“I guess I should lay off for a while.” The thought of not being able to touch your lover’s beautiful pecs is depressing, especially when he likes the contact. You can tell by his hesitant expression that he’ll find a way to be touchy-feely with you anyway. As you expected, Shanks gets closer to you and gently presses his body against your side.

“I’ll make up for it.” This might be torture. One hand goes to his waist and the other to his ass. Well.. “Hmm~” he’s got plenty of other parts to squeeze. The redhead smiles happily and rubs his face against you, he really enjoys any sort of touch.

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However, it’s getting to be too much. You two have had sex a few times after that conversation, and it’s been great, but his pecs are feeling more and more off; bloated. He’s starting to get worried that he popped some sort of blood vessel but it doesn’t hurt, just very tender. It hasn’t gotten less tender with time either, just more sensitive.

Shanks sits on his bed, putting on a shirt that rubs against his nipples. He twitches from the contact.

“Fuck, did I get more sensitive from not getting touched?” He worries, considering you’ve been careful with him. He pokes at the tan skin through his shirt. Squishy. Bloated, tight. He starts to massage one,

Knock knock knock

then quickly pulls his hand away when someone knocks on the door.

“Shanks?” It’s you. “Are you okay? You didn’t come for breakfast immediately.” Oh. He looks at the clock on his wall and sees that he lost track of time. He’ll open the door for you.

“Sorry, I’m alright.” You look down at his chest. “Yeah?”

“They got bigger.” You would know as an expert.

“They did?” He looks down as he trusts your expertise.

“Shanks, maybe you should go to Hongo for this.” He hums in disapproving awkwardness. They really don’t hurt. They also feel really really sensitive, but you’re right here.

“Maybe instead you could help me?” Why would he bother the ship’s doctor with such a need?

“Wha-” He pulls you into his room and locks the door. “You can’t just-” He kisses you and his chest presses against your body, his tongue prying your mouth open to explore. The squish of the pecs you haven’t been able to enjoy, the needy tongue licking around your mouth; you’re giving in.

“I have a perfectly amazing lover to help and he doesn’t want to?” He pouts sadly and your heart stutters. Dammit, he’s distracting you and it’s working. You kiss him, backing him up slowly until he’s sat on the bed. Your hand instinctively goes to his chest and you grope it, he gasps and his back arches.

“Ah! I forgot to…” Your words trail off as you spot a wet patch on his shirt where his nipple is. You undo his shirt and pull it off his body quickly.

“Did you snap? It feels nice actually.” You grope again and a bead of white comes out. Shanks shivers from the sensation. “What are you doing…” It’s his turn for his words to trail off, he sees it.

Milk..?

You pinch gently and another bead comes out. An idea pops into your mind and you put your hand on his stomach.

“I don’t think this is from pregnancy.” He says that but pauses. Anything can happen in the New World.

The both of you quickly dress Shanks and run into the dining hall, you grabbing Hongo and slinging him over your shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Medical emergency.” Shanks states seriously and that switches on doctor mode for the blonde.

He’s placed into the medical office and gets his tools.

“What is it? Is it your chest? I told you something might be off and you chose to ignore me-”

“I might be pregnant.”

….

“what.”

“Ah, I’m.. uh..” Shanks realizes how ridiculous he sounds and gets nervous on how to explain such a thing.

“He’s producing milk.” You answer for him. Good save. Hongo motions for Shanks to sit down.

“You don’t have a womb, Captain.” He pulls out pregnancy tests. “But we can test anyway.” Both of you feel calmer that this is taken seriously.

The redhead lays down and undresses so Hongo can feel for any new organ that may have appeared.

“I don’t feel anything new, nor bumps anywhere else that would suggest a tumor.” He gently squeezes his chest to leak milk, feeling and sniffing. “This is definitely breast milk, though.” A few more tests are done and Hongo takes blood from your lover, then does a urine test. “The blood test will take a day, but the urine test…” He checks the results. “Negative.” The both of you sigh in relief.

Hongo did a few imaging tests, no tumors. Shanks starts itching at his chest again.

“Stop that.” Hongo can hear it without looking.

“It’s uncomfortable.”

“They’re full of milk, I’m not surprised.” The imaging tests also showed a high amount of milk stored in the chest. “My worry is that you’re producing enough to cause discomfort, and it could get clogged..” Hongo mumbles, both you and Shanks getting nervous. “Once I’m done with the blood test I’ll make medicine for you. For now.. you’ll have to empty them yourself.” Shanks glances at you. “You know, the likely cause of this is too much prolactin from excessive stimulation.” Oops. “So don’t use excessive force or stimulation while emptying the-”

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“Hnn~” You massage Shanks’s waist, kissing him deeply while he makes little pants.

“You’re still loud.” It’s like he just loves the action of making noise. You pull him closer to you while undressing him, his own hand tugging off your shirt. “I’m not supposed to be rough with you.”

“No fun.” He winks, pulling away. Having this taken seriously is too stressful for him. “Then go ahead.” He positions his chest outwards and you stare, your hand trembling as you reach out. You gently cup one and he bites his lip, you squeeze harder and he lets out a whine as milk comes out.

‘He’s doing this on purpose.’ You know, and that thought is only solidified when you gently pinch and pull. Milk squirts out more into your hand and Shanks arches his back with a pornographic moan. “Stop.”

“I can’t help that it feels good.” Yeah he may be exaggerating the noises but it does feel good, and it’s honestly very relieving having this come out.

“It looks like it’s coming out properly.” You move to wipe your hand and grab a large container to store it but when you turn back there’s a frown on Shanks’s face. “What?”

“It feels cold having you just put what I’m making in a container, are you going to throw it out? After my body’s effort?”

“Did you expect me to drink it?”

“...Well it’s not like there’s a baby to.” You’re losing control. He actually looks somewhat distressed. The perverted nature of your breeding kink, your love lactating like he’s pregnant, the fact that it feels good, and the sadness he feels over being treated like something gross. You can’t let him stay like this. You lean in and kiss him, gently and lovingly. His hand hovers over your shoulder before resting on it and kissing back. You pull back and your kisses trail down.

“Were you getting insecure?” You gently kiss one of his nipples and Shanks’s breath hitches.

“Slightly, I wouldn’t actually blame you for not wanting to.” You hum and lock your lips around the nub and gently suck. Milk floods into your mouth, pent up from the time stuck inside his chest. Your love shivers above you, grunting in both relief and pleasure. After it stops coming out easily you switch to the other and do the same. You pull back and drink.

“Yum.”

“Pervert.” He mumbles and you kiss him. It feels better, not so bloated anymore. You continue to suck on each one, there’s a lot more than you thought. While this is happening a jolt of pleasure comes from your dick, your boyfriend is grinding against you. “Hey, we’re already here.”

“Was this your plan from the start?”

“No, but it was a possibility.” Shanks undresses himself and lays down, making a small huff when lifting his hips up. “There’s no way you could resist me anyway, right?” He’s begun to pant, not actually sure while using his fingers to spread himself open.

“We’re not supposed to.” You grumble despite undressing with a boner as well. You put the tip to his entrance and he bites his lip, gasping when you thrust inside all at once. Warm, wet, tight but welcoming at the same time. Shanks pants harder but you start to thrust.

“Wait-“ You interrupt him with a harsh thrust.

“Don’t ‘wait’ me when you’ve been seducing me this entire time. If you really want me to wait then push me off, hm?” You lean forward in front of his face, he grips the back of your head into a kiss; then to his chest. They’re softer than usual, warm and full with puffy nipples that are so easy to latch your lips onto. The perfect milk maker, like he’s making more milk the more you drink. Making more with each thrust. “You really would make a perfect mother.” He flinches at your words, pulsing around you. “Why don’t I make you one, right now? You’re already lactating. If I fuck my cum into you over and over then maybe you really will get pregnant.” You bite one of his nipples softly and play with the other to his delight.

“Your words are insane.” Shanks managed to get out, but locks his legs around you with a smile. “Go ahead and breed me then.” You grip his waist tightly and pull him back into your thrusts. His eyes unfocus while widening. “c-cumming, cumming.” The redhead mumbles before letting out a moan, cumming over himself. So pretty, so yours as his lewd walls squeeze your dick in pulses with the throbbing of his own cock letting out cum onto himself. The taste of milk lingers on your tongue, pleasure is building up at the sight. You’re getting him pregnant, your love. Your first attempt for today.

“Here’s your first load then.” You pull him flush against your hips and fill him, feeling the stickiness lightly coat his insides; it’ll be much thicker by the end of this.

You pause for a moment before moving him onto his front, ass up, then plunge into him again. Oops. You’re too turned on to stop right now.

Your boyfriend stuffs his face into the pillow with a groan, in this position you can thrust perfectly onto his prostate, his mind is going numb while he pushes back against you. What’s more, you can glance to see those breasts rubbing against the mattress every time you move. The only reason he hasn’t came again is because he just has. Enjoy the view.

You adjust his hips more lifted to spread his ass open with your palms.

In and out.

Sheath and unsheath.

Watching the way you sink into him over and over. How he takes you so perfectly, how much his body wants to be bred. You grip onto one of his asscheeks, have the hormones made these softer as well? He suddenly shivers and you flinch as his insides tighten around you to cum again. “I haven’t gotten to savor this position yet, love.”

“Sorry.” He muffles into the pillow before flopping onto his side to catch his breath. You notice wet spots where his nipples were.

“What a waste of your milk.” You rub the spots, then gently rub his chest; they feel fuller already. At this point your stomach is going to burst before they can finish producing. You kiss his cheek and put him back onto his back into a mating press, perfect for this. “What a fitting position. My seed can go as deep as possible and stay inside.” You give a few shallow thrusts.

“hurry up then..” His heel gently hits your shoulder. Impatient. You lean down and kiss him, biting his lip from his brattiness. Slow, slow thrusts. “Don’t do this to me.” The redhead complains before trying to lift his hips up to meet yours. You pull away and he throws his head back with a huff.

“I promised to breed you but I can take my time to do it.”

“..Please.”

“Hm?” You give a single hard thrust.

“Fuck me, breed me, please please. I want your babies so- oh~!” You lean down and start to thrust earnestly. “Yes! Like that!♡” He’s cute when he tries to be bratty to keep control, but it’s nice to have him let go. His chest starts to move strongly with each thrust like proper tits. They’re begging to be milked again but you’ll leave them for a while to fuck him properly. You still want to enjoy fucking jizz into his womb. Your cum. That pleasure builds up quicker with the desperation to breed your desperate lover. Fucking him, breeding him. Slamming into his hole over and over before it all comes out.

Filling him again.

Moments pass with your second load adding another layer dripping down deeper into his abdomen. “Feels weird, feels weird.” His body squirms with the feeling and he orgasms with milk dripping from him with each throb.

Huff

Huff

“How much are you gonna end up making!?” You know his body can be lewd, and he’s got tons of stamina and health despite his age; but is he seriously making this much? It could be your fault for telling him over and over you’re getting him pregnant, though… hm. Placebo.

You lift him up onto your lap and rummage around for the container. “Hold this.” He grabs onto the large glass and you hold his breasts with your dick still to the hilt inside of him. You look at his face and he notices, locking eyes with you and giving you a wobbly grin. You massage them lightly and he braces before you grip them and aim into the container, milk going inside.

“I feel a little cow-like, sweetheart.” He says while trembling. You rub the tips of his nipples and shallowly thrust into him.

“What kind of cow is having sex with his boyfriend while getting milked?” His legs spread instinctively, leaning forward and struggling to grip onto the container. “Don’t drop your hard work.” Your shaft is pressed against his sweet spot, teasing it with shallow thrusts; keeping his mind fuzzy while getting emptied. You’re cruel, or maybe just horny, because your fingers go to the tips and tease them every so often; but he’s oh so into it. It’s obvious, the way he occasionally twitches around your cock, the way he lightly bounces onto it. You squeeze and pull, press and flick, it almost feels like you’re done. You’re about to finish too.

Spurt

He suddenly squeezes around you, cumming while letting the last of the milk release from his tits. It filled the gallon, this is really impressive. The sudden squeeze and sight has you shivering, not finishing as hard but it’s not hard to finish with Shanks.

Crack

The container cracks where he’s gripping it.

“Ah, I squeezed it too hard while cumming.” Panic sets in, you pull out to rummage around. There are multiple containers to switch to. They’re supposed to be used to empty his breasts over time but this works too. Milk saved. “You’re really passionate about this.” You hold the container out to him, slowly tilting a little into his mouth. “Mm. Actually pretty good. I’ve got a sweet tooth though so I’m pretty biased along with it being my milk.” Wow he really did not hesitate to try it.

“I drank a lot already so I think I’m gonna be done for today.”

“Y- Dammit.”

“What?”

“I was about to say ‘Yeah and we should save some for the baby.’” Placebo effect. Looks like his milk isn’t gonna go away soon even with the medicine and your “help”. Or is this help going to make it take longer…

In today’s training, y/n behaved as he always does. Using proper techniques. Using proper terms. But when Steve walked in wearing a new suit, he practically stopped malfunctioning.

Y/n’s brain always short-circuits when he sees his boyfriend in a new suit. However, this time it’s different. Something about the new suit Tony made for Steve drove y/n tinto a spiral of lust.

The man could barely focus on training. All he could focus on was his boyfriend and the way he looked so good in that suit. The way the suit hugged Steve’s ass just right. The way it highlighted Steve’s physique. It all drove the man insane.

Y/n has never been more grateful to finish training until today. The moment he got near Steve, he grabbed his arm and led him towards their room without an explanation.

“Whoa- hey- Y/n-” Steve tried to speak, but even he was running out of words once he noticed the hunger in his boyfriend's eyes. “Y/n wait, I have to give the suit back to Tony-” His words were not heard as his boyfriend locked them in their room.

Y/n faced the man and looked over his body. “Tony will have to make you a new one.” He practically growled before quickly stripping out of all his clothes. Steve’s face flushed, but he tried to stay composed. He could feel himself getting hard.

He cleared his throat and tried not to look at how hard y/n was. It’s not the first time he sees his boyfriend naked, but every time he does, he feels like a virgin experiencing sexual contact for the first time. Yes, they literally had sex last night, the plug in Steve’s ass reminds him of that, but that doesn’t change how nervous he is. ”What do you mean he has to make a new one?”

Instead of responding verbally, y/n walked towards Steve and turned him around. He ripped the suit where it covered Steve’s ass and gave it a light smack.

The captain’s eyes widened as he looked behind his shoulder. Tony will kill him for this. He gasped when y/n pulled out the butt plug from the night before and replaced it with his cock instead. He gripped the sheets as he tried his best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. However, y/n didn’t give him time and started to thrust into the man at a brutal pace. He leaned down to bite on Steve’s neck. “You look so good in this suit, Steve. Too good.” He praised as he grabbed the man’s hips to pull him onto his thrusts. “Too fucking good.”

Y/n leaned back to admire Steve’s arch as he was bending over the edge of the bed. Steve’s moans were like music to his ears. Y/n knew his boyfriend’s libido was much better than his own, which is why he gets frustrated when he’s on the verge of climax while Steve is still hours away from it.

“Steve… You feel too good. I’m already close.” Y/n groaned with frustration as he leaned over the man again. “I envy your libido,” He said as he kissed behind Steve’s ear, “but at least I get to fill you up multiple times before you get to cum.”

The Captain gasped when y/n’s thrusts became rougher. He desperately buried his face in the mattresses to muffle his moans. His knuckles were turning white, and the sheets started to tear from his strength. “Y/n,” He moaned.

He pushed back to meet y/n’s thrusts halfway through. Steve really wasn’t anywhere near his climax, but the amount of pleasure was still overwhelming. Sometimes he curses the serum and how it made his libido so much stronger than it should be. But hey, at least when he does cum, it feels incredible.

One of y/n’s hands gripped Steve’s ass cheek tightly, no doubt leaving marks. Y/n’s climax was shamefully close. He bit into Steve’s neck to muffle his moans. “I’m close…” He muttered. His thrusts became stuttery. The way Steve clenched around him made his head spin. His first climax hit him fast. He collapsed on top of his boyfriend as his dick twitched inside him.

Steve moaned at the feeling of y/n’s cum inside him. When he turned his head so he could rest his cheek on the now saliva-covered sheets so he could breathe, he caught a glimpse of y/n’s still hungry eyes. Steve gave a drunken smile as he watched y/n already lifting himself off and stroking his again hardening cock.

“I love the way you look in this suit, Stevie. Especially now, so handsome and fucked out.” Y/n praised as he ran his hand over the captain’s clothed back. His hands trailed down until they reached his thighs. There, he teased the clothed skin as he watched Steve’s reaction. When the man squirmed, y/n pulled him up so his chest was pressed to Steve’s back.

The captain moaned. “It’s not fair. You’re naked, and I’m still fully clothed.” As he complained,d he reached for the zipper of his suit. Y/n quickly grabbed his wrists and said, “The suit stays on.” And with that, he hoisted the man up with all his strength so he could hook his arms under Steve’s knees, which locked the Captain's arms behind his own knees. “Wha-” He gasped at the sudden manhandling. He tried his best to look down at himself, but when he did, y/n’s hands locked behind Steve’s head.

Steve was helpless, but so incredibly turned on. His dick helplessly twitched, begging for attention.

Y/n struggled a bit before he managed to push inside the captain again. Both men moaned at the change of angle and position. Steve could feel Y/n’s every breath against his neck. Each time, it made him shiver. The man couldn’t help but whine. Each thrust hit his prostate just right. Y/n’s thrusts weren’t any less merciful than the previous round. In fact, he was going harder.

The captain started to blabber as he gone inconherant. His eyes were unfocused while his mouth was agape.

“Look at you, Stevie, you sound so beautiful.” Y/n praised through gritted teeth as he focused on practically rutting into the man. The captain let out a long whine. “Yeah, just like that,” Y/n grunted. He could feel his muscles getting sore from holding up Steve’s weight like that, but he didn’t stop.

Steve, on the other hand, started to grow dizzy. The way his head was angled put pressure on his neck, and the way his knees touched his chest lowered his breathing abilities. The room was filled with moans and the smell of sex. No doubt anyone who walked by could hear them.

Y/n’s arms started to tremble. He couldn’t hold up Steve’s weight much longer. So he focused on chasing his climax. Grunts and curses spilled past his lips as he filled the man for the second time tonight.

The captain let out a loud moan. He enjoyed the feeling of being filled with y/n’s cum. The other man sat on the edge of the bed and carefully unhooked his arms from Steve’s body. As they both collected their breath, y/n got the urge to spank the man. So he manhandled Steve until his hips were lying over his thighs. Steve gasped and looked over his shoulder just in time to see Y/n’s hand make contact with his ass. He jolted in surprise but still let out a soft moan.

“I love your ass, Steve, ya know that?” Y/n practically purred as he squeezed one of Steve’s buttcheeks. He smacked it again, hard enough to see the flesh jiggle. He could feel the soldier’s cock twitch against his thigh. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, Steve?” The man teased and spanked him again. In response, he received a loud moan and another twitch of Steve’s cock.

“Aren’t you just a work of art.” The man praised. He watched as the captain’s cheek started to turn red in the shape of his hand. “I bet you could come just from this.” That only received a louder moan from the man in the suit.

Steve buried his face in the mattress to desperately muffle his moans. His hips lifted to meet Y/n’s hand before impact. He truly could come just from this. But before the soldier could process what was happening, y/n changed their position so Steve was face down and ass up on the bed, while y/n kneeled behind him.

The soldier couldn’t even react to the change before Y/n was already pushing in again. The man leaned down to kiss the soldier’s back. He didn’t waste time and started moving immediately. He could feel the captain’s thighs trembling, but he knew it wasn’t a sign of Steve’s upcoming climax.

“Look at you, Stevie, you’re already trembling. Are you already overstimulated?” He teased and reached around to toy with the soldier’s dick. Steve gasped and arched his back. He was overstimulated. That tends to happen to him when he’s getting fucked with no sign of cumming. His body grows sore and bored, but his nerves still feel every move. He’s learned to love the feeling. After all, he doesn’t have much of a choice. His libido is a curse.

Steve whined into the pillow while his hands practically ripped the sheets. He moved back against the man to meet his thrusts. Incoherent words spilled past his lips.

Y/n nibbled on the soldier's back. “So good for me.” He praised as he felt his third climax nearing. With each passing climax, y/n grew more and more sensitive, meaning the time span between his climaxes grew shorter. Just like this one. Before he could process it, he was already filling Steve again.

The man collapsed on top of the captain. He was deeply out of breath. He closed his eyes and listened to Steve’s breathing through his back.

“Done already?” Steve teased. He playfully swayed his ass underneath y/n’s hips. The man groaned and grabbed the captain’s hips. He’s already getting hard again.

He pulled off him and flipped the soldier onto his back. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest and kissed his neck. “You know I’m never done with you.”

Just as he said, he settled between the captain’s legs and lined up again. “I’m never done with you until you cum as well.” A quiet promise. A promise Steve knew that y/n would keep.

Steve’s body jolted as y/n entered his again. He was so sensitive that he could hardly control his body. He tightly grabbed onto Y/n’s back and wrapped his legs around his waist. A loud moan slipped is lips.

“You’re so overstimulated and yet you manage to still sound so beautiful to me.” Y/n praised. He started to move slowly.

He tried his best not to come too soon. But the way Steve trembled in his arms made him weak. “Sevie… I won’t last much longer at this rate…” He panted.

Steve could barely speak. All he managed to reply with was moans and whines. “Atta boy.” Y/n praised as he angled his hips to target Steve’s prostate.

“Please tell me you’re close,” Y/n begged as he tried to delay his climax.

The captain shook his head. He buried his face in Y/n's neck. He clung to the man who was starting to pound into him. Neither of the were able to speak properly. All they could do was let out incoherent sounds.

At this point, y/n focused on himself. He knew he could get Steve to come eventually. Y/n could feel his former loads still inside the soldier. The mix of liquid and friction caused squelching sounds each time y/n thrusted in. The man was starting to think that they could be heard through the whole building. But that's not his problem. He asked Tony to make their room soundproof. It's his fault that he didn't ask for their requests.

"Stevie..." Y/n moaned as he came again. The man collapsed on top of the soldier and closed his eyes. He could hear how fast the soldier's heartbeat is. "Steve..." Y/n panted as he reached down to lazily stroke the other's cock.

Steve's cock was painfully hard and red. His pre-cum was dripping all the way down to his balls, but he still wasn't anywhere near his climax. Frustration took over, and Steve flipped them over so he was straddling the other man without pulling out. He grabbed the headboard and started bouncing without letting Y/n process the situation.

Y/n gasped and grabbed Steve's thighs. His mouth parted, and his eyes trailed over Steve's bouncing chest. "Fuck - Steve-" He wasn’t complaining about the sudden change. But he wasn’t even hard yet, and he’s already feeling heat building up in his abdomen.

He threw his head back and let out a loud moan when his body let out a rough jolt. Seems like his body was starting to become overstimulated as well.

Steve angled his hips and switched from bouncing to rolling. But no matter what he did, he didn’t feel satisfied. Y/n noticed the frustration in the captain’s moves, so he did what he knew best. He gave a hard smack to the cap’s ass before roughly squeezing it. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised through gritted teeth.

“Yes!” The captain gasped and pushed back, begging for another stinging impact. So y/n landed another one, and another one. He continued to slap Cap’s ass until both cheeks turned red.

Steve moaned and only bounced harder. “I’m close.” Those words were like music to y/n’s ears. He gathered all his remaining strength so he could thrust up into the soldier.

“Come for me,” Y/n urged. His own climax was at the verge of peaking again. “Come with me,” Y/n urgently whispered. His legs started to tremble, and his fingers dug into Steve’s ass, no doubt leaving marks.

The captain arched his back and came all over Y/n's stomach and chest. He stayed seated for a while as both men collected their breaths. Y/n was fighting to stay conscious, but his eyelids were growing heavy. Steve relaxed and finally looked at the man beneath him. A soft smile covered his face as he took in the view of his boyfriend.

Sure, Steve is always the one to be quickly overstimulated and sensitive. Quick to become a blabbering mess. But y/n is always the one to end up looking so fucked out.

The captain leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the man’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean us up.” He reassured, knowing y/n was too tired to even lift a hand.

Y/n let out a hum of acknowledgment and let go of the soldier. He watched as his boyfriend carefully pulled off his dick. The moment their bodies disconnected, y/n’s five loads of cum immediately dripped out of Steve’s hole. Not all of it, but still enough for it to land on y/n’s lap.

The man gave a proud, tired smile while Steve chuckled and shook his head. “You always make such a mess.” He teased as he got up and walked towards their private bathroom. Y/n’s eyes didn’t leave his ass once. Especially not when he saw his cum slowly dripping down the captain’s thighs, ruining the already ruined suit.

However, the moment that Steve was out of view. Y/n’s eyelids gave out, and he passed out within seconds.

When Steve returned with a wet cloth to clean them up, he smiled as he found his boyfriend out cold. He’s used to this. Sometimes y/n manages to fall asleep quicker than Flash, while on other days he manages to stay up all night. Usually the former, but it never ruins Steve’s satisfaction. He gently cleaned him up.

He made sure to clean everything before he stripped off his ruined suit and joined him in bed. He got comfortable by lying his head on y/n’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat helped the soldier fall asleep.

Both men ended up having the most blissful sleep they’ve ever had. They even slept in.

Steve was the one to wake up first. He didn’t want to wake up his boyfriend, though, so he gently kissed his cheek before carefully getting out of bed. He went to take a shower to relax his still-tense muscles. Once he felt more refreshed, he got changed and collected his ruined suit.

Before he left, he looked back at his boyfriend, who was still deep asleep. This view always made him smile. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of y/n so he could remember this forever. The morning after ruining his new suit, which he hadn’t even owned for a day.

He admired him for a moment longer before forcing himself to leave the room and face the awkwardness of the upcoming interaction.

His walk towards Tony’s office was giving him heavy anxiety. He knew that Tony was no stranger to sex, but he did take care of the suit when he was making it. It’s not about the sex. It’s just that Steve feels guilty for ruining the suit.

Once he arrived at the office, he took a deep breath before walking in. His eyes landed on Tony, who was standing by one of his machines that apparently stopped working. “Hey, Tony. I’m bringing you the suit, but uh…” His words trailed off as he nervously showed the torn ass and cum covered thighs.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you take the suit off before your boyfriend fucks you?” He complained.

Steve turned red and placed the suit on an empty table. Or at least it looked the most empty. “I didn’t expect him to rip it.” He weakly argued.

“Next time, take it off or you’ll be fighting aliens with your ass out.” Tony huffed.

In today’s training, y/n behaved as he always does. Using proper techniques. Using proper terms. But when Steve walked in wearing a new suit, he practically stopped malfunctioning.

Y/n’s brain always short-circuits when he sees his boyfriend in a new suit. However, this time it’s different. Something about the new suit Tony made for Steve drove y/n tinto a spiral of lust.

The man could barely focus on training. All he could focus on was his boyfriend and the way he looked so good in that suit. The way the suit hugged Steve’s ass just right. The way it highlighted Steve’s physique. It all drove the man insane.

Y/n has never been more grateful to finish training until today. The moment he got near Steve, he grabbed his arm and led him towards their room without an explanation.

“Whoa- hey- Y/n-” Steve tried to speak, but even he was running out of words once he noticed the hunger in his boyfriend's eyes. “Y/n wait, I have to give the suit back to Tony-” His words were not heard as his boyfriend locked them in their room.

Y/n faced the man and looked over his body. “Tony will have to make you a new one.” He practically growled before quickly stripping out of all his clothes. Steve’s face flushed, but he tried to stay composed. He could feel himself getting hard.

He cleared his throat and tried not to look at how hard y/n was. It’s not the first time he sees his boyfriend naked, but every time he does, he feels like a virgin experiencing sexual contact for the first time. Yes, they literally had sex last night, the plug in Steve’s ass reminds him of that, but that doesn’t change how nervous he is. ”What do you mean he has to make a new one?”

Instead of responding verbally, y/n walked towards Steve and turned him around. He ripped the suit where it covered Steve’s ass and gave it a light smack.

The captain’s eyes widened as he looked behind his shoulder. Tony will kill him for this. He gasped when y/n pulled out the butt plug from the night before and replaced it with his cock instead. He gripped the sheets as he tried his best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. However, y/n didn’t give him time and started to thrust into the man at a brutal pace. He leaned down to bite on Steve’s neck. “You look so good in this suit, Steve. Too good.” He praised as he grabbed the man’s hips to pull him onto his thrusts. “Too fucking good.”

Y/n leaned back to admire Steve’s arch as he was bending over the edge of the bed. Steve’s moans were like music to his ears. Y/n knew his boyfriend’s libido was much better than his own, which is why he gets frustrated when he’s on the verge of climax while Steve is still hours away from it.

“Steve… You feel too good. I’m already close.” Y/n groaned with frustration as he leaned over the man again. “I envy your libido,” He said as he kissed behind Steve’s ear, “but at least I get to fill you up multiple times before you get to cum.”

The Captain gasped when y/n’s thrusts became rougher. He desperately buried his face in the mattresses to muffle his moans. His knuckles were turning white, and the sheets started to tear from his strength. “Y/n,” He moaned.

He pushed back to meet y/n’s thrusts halfway through. Steve really wasn’t anywhere near his climax, but the amount of pleasure was still overwhelming. Sometimes he curses the serum and how it made his libido so much stronger than it should be. But hey, at least when he does cum, it feels incredible.

One of y/n’s hands gripped Steve’s ass cheek tightly, no doubt leaving marks. Y/n’s climax was shamefully close. He bit into Steve’s neck to muffle his moans. “I’m close…” He muttered. His thrusts became stuttery. The way Steve clenched around him made his head spin. His first climax hit him fast. He collapsed on top of his boyfriend as his dick twitched inside him.

Steve moaned at the feeling of y/n’s cum inside him. When he turned his head so he could rest his cheek on the now saliva-covered sheets so he could breathe, he caught a glimpse of y/n’s still hungry eyes. Steve gave a drunken smile as he watched y/n already lifting himself off and stroking his again hardening cock.

“I love the way you look in this suit, Stevie. Especially now, so handsome and fucked out.” Y/n praised as he ran his hand over the captain’s clothed back. His hands trailed down until they reached his thighs. There, he teased the clothed skin as he watched Steve’s reaction. When the man squirmed, y/n pulled him up so his chest was pressed to Steve’s back.

The captain moaned. “It’s not fair. You’re naked, and I’m still fully clothed.” As he complained,d he reached for the zipper of his suit. Y/n quickly grabbed his wrists and said, “The suit stays on.” And with that, he hoisted the man up with all his strength so he could hook his arms under Steve’s knees, which locked the Captain's arms behind his own knees. “Wha-” He gasped at the sudden manhandling. He tried his best to look down at himself, but when he did, y/n’s hands locked behind Steve’s head.

Steve was helpless, but so incredibly turned on. His dick helplessly twitched, begging for attention.

Y/n struggled a bit before he managed to push inside the captain again. Both men moaned at the change of angle and position. Steve could feel Y/n’s every breath against his neck. Each time, it made him shiver. The man couldn’t help but whine. Each thrust hit his prostate just right. Y/n’s thrusts weren’t any less merciful than the previous round. In fact, he was going harder.

The captain started to blabber as he gone inconherant. His eyes were unfocused while his mouth was agape.

“Look at you, Stevie, you sound so beautiful.” Y/n praised through gritted teeth as he focused on practically rutting into the man. The captain let out a long whine. “Yeah, just like that,” Y/n grunted. He could feel his muscles getting sore from holding up Steve’s weight like that, but he didn’t stop.

Steve, on the other hand, started to grow dizzy. The way his head was angled put pressure on his neck, and the way his knees touched his chest lowered his breathing abilities. The room was filled with moans and the smell of sex. No doubt anyone who walked by could hear them.

Y/n’s arms started to tremble. He couldn’t hold up Steve’s weight much longer. So he focused on chasing his climax. Grunts and curses spilled past his lips as he filled the man for the second time tonight.

The captain let out a loud moan. He enjoyed the feeling of being filled with y/n’s cum. The other man sat on the edge of the bed and carefully unhooked his arms from Steve’s body. As they both collected their breath, y/n got the urge to spank the man. So he manhandled Steve until his hips were lying over his thighs. Steve gasped and looked over his shoulder just in time to see Y/n’s hand make contact with his ass. He jolted in surprise but still let out a soft moan.

“I love your ass, Steve, ya know that?” Y/n practically purred as he squeezed one of Steve’s buttcheeks. He smacked it again, hard enough to see the flesh jiggle. He could feel the soldier’s cock twitch against his thigh. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, Steve?” The man teased and spanked him again. In response, he received a loud moan and another twitch of Steve’s cock.

“Aren’t you just a work of art.” The man praised. He watched as the captain’s cheek started to turn red in the shape of his hand. “I bet you could come just from this.” That only received a louder moan from the man in the suit.

Steve buried his face in the mattress to desperately muffle his moans. His hips lifted to meet Y/n’s hand before impact. He truly could come just from this. But before the soldier could process what was happening, y/n changed their position so Steve was face down and ass up on the bed, while y/n kneeled behind him.

The soldier couldn’t even react to the change before Y/n was already pushing in again. The man leaned down to kiss the soldier’s back. He didn’t waste time and started moving immediately. He could feel the captain’s thighs trembling, but he knew it wasn’t a sign of Steve’s upcoming climax.

“Look at you, Stevie, you’re already trembling. Are you already overstimulated?” He teased and reached around to toy with the soldier’s dick. Steve gasped and arched his back. He was overstimulated. That tends to happen to him when he’s getting fucked with no sign of cumming. His body grows sore and bored, but his nerves still feel every move. He’s learned to love the feeling. After all, he doesn’t have much of a choice. His libido is a curse.

Steve whined into the pillow while his hands practically ripped the sheets. He moved back against the man to meet his thrusts. Incoherent words spilled past his lips.

Y/n nibbled on the soldier's back. “So good for me.” He praised as he felt his third climax nearing. With each passing climax, y/n grew more and more sensitive, meaning the time span between his climaxes grew shorter. Just like this one. Before he could process it, he was already filling Steve again.

The man collapsed on top of the captain. He was deeply out of breath. He closed his eyes and listened to Steve’s breathing through his back.

“Done already?” Steve teased. He playfully swayed his ass underneath y/n’s hips. The man groaned and grabbed the captain’s hips. He’s already getting hard again.

He pulled off him and flipped the soldier onto his back. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest and kissed his neck. “You know I’m never done with you.”

Just as he said, he settled between the captain’s legs and lined up again. “I’m never done with you until you cum as well.” A quiet promise. A promise Steve knew that y/n would keep.

Steve’s body jolted as y/n entered his again. He was so sensitive that he could hardly control his body. He tightly grabbed onto Y/n’s back and wrapped his legs around his waist. A loud moan slipped is lips.

“You’re so overstimulated and yet you manage to still sound so beautiful to me.” Y/n praised. He started to move slowly.

He tried his best not to come too soon. But the way Steve trembled in his arms made him weak. “Sevie… I won’t last much longer at this rate…” He panted.

Steve could barely speak. All he managed to reply with was moans and whines. “Atta boy.” Y/n praised as he angled his hips to target Steve’s prostate.

“Please tell me you’re close,” Y/n begged as he tried to delay his climax.

The captain shook his head. He buried his face in Y/n's neck. He clung to the man who was starting to pound into him. Neither of the were able to speak properly. All they could do was let out incoherent sounds.

At this point, y/n focused on himself. He knew he could get Steve to come eventually. Y/n could feel his former loads still inside the soldier. The mix of liquid and friction caused squelching sounds each time y/n thrusted in. The man was starting to think that they could be heard through the whole building. But that's not his problem. He asked Tony to make their room soundproof. It's his fault that he didn't ask for their requests.

"Stevie..." Y/n moaned as he came again. The man collapsed on top of the soldier and closed his eyes. He could hear how fast the soldier's heartbeat is. "Steve..." Y/n panted as he reached down to lazily stroke the other's cock.

Steve's cock was painfully hard and red. His pre-cum was dripping all the way down to his balls, but he still wasn't anywhere near his climax. Frustration took over, and Steve flipped them over so he was straddling the other man without pulling out. He grabbed the headboard and started bouncing without letting Y/n process the situation.

Y/n gasped and grabbed Steve's thighs. His mouth parted, and his eyes trailed over Steve's bouncing chest. "Fuck - Steve-" He wasn’t complaining about the sudden change. But he wasn’t even hard yet, and he’s already feeling heat building up in his abdomen.

He threw his head back and let out a loud moan when his body let out a rough jolt. Seems like his body was starting to become overstimulated as well.

Steve angled his hips and switched from bouncing to rolling. But no matter what he did, he didn’t feel satisfied. Y/n noticed the frustration in the captain’s moves, so he did what he knew best. He gave a hard smack to the cap’s ass before roughly squeezing it. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised through gritted teeth.

“Yes!” The captain gasped and pushed back, begging for another stinging impact. So y/n landed another one, and another one. He continued to slap Cap’s ass until both cheeks turned red.

Steve moaned and only bounced harder. “I’m close.” Those words were like music to y/n’s ears. He gathered all his remaining strength so he could thrust up into the soldier.

“Come for me,” Y/n urged. His own climax was at the verge of peaking again. “Come with me,” Y/n urgently whispered. His legs started to tremble, and his fingers dug into Steve’s ass, no doubt leaving marks.

The captain arched his back and came all over Y/n's stomach and chest. He stayed seated for a while as both men collected their breaths. Y/n was fighting to stay conscious, but his eyelids were growing heavy. Steve relaxed and finally looked at the man beneath him. A soft smile covered his face as he took in the view of his boyfriend.

Sure, Steve is always the one to be quickly overstimulated and sensitive. Quick to become a blabbering mess. But y/n is always the one to end up looking so fucked out.

The captain leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the man’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean us up.” He reassured, knowing y/n was too tired to even lift a hand.

Y/n let out a hum of acknowledgment and let go of the soldier. He watched as his boyfriend carefully pulled off his dick. The moment their bodies disconnected, y/n’s five loads of cum immediately dripped out of Steve’s hole. Not all of it, but still enough for it to land on y/n’s lap.

The man gave a proud, tired smile while Steve chuckled and shook his head. “You always make such a mess.” He teased as he got up and walked towards their private bathroom. Y/n’s eyes didn’t leave his ass once. Especially not when he saw his cum slowly dripping down the captain’s thighs, ruining the already ruined suit.

However, the moment that Steve was out of view. Y/n’s eyelids gave out, and he passed out within seconds.

When Steve returned with a wet cloth to clean them up, he smiled as he found his boyfriend out cold. He’s used to this. Sometimes y/n manages to fall asleep quicker than Flash, while on other days he manages to stay up all night. Usually the former, but it never ruins Steve’s satisfaction. He gently cleaned him up.

He made sure to clean everything before he stripped off his ruined suit and joined him in bed. He got comfortable by lying his head on y/n’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat helped the soldier fall asleep.

Both men ended up having the most blissful sleep they’ve ever had. They even slept in.

Steve was the one to wake up first. He didn’t want to wake up his boyfriend, though, so he gently kissed his cheek before carefully getting out of bed. He went to take a shower to relax his still-tense muscles. Once he felt more refreshed, he got changed and collected his ruined suit.

Before he left, he looked back at his boyfriend, who was still deep asleep. This view always made him smile. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of y/n so he could remember this forever. The morning after ruining his new suit, which he hadn’t even owned for a day.

He admired him for a moment longer before forcing himself to leave the room and face the awkwardness of the upcoming interaction.

His walk towards Tony’s office was giving him heavy anxiety. He knew that Tony was no stranger to sex, but he did take care of the suit when he was making it. It’s not about the sex. It’s just that Steve feels guilty for ruining the suit.

Once he arrived at the office, he took a deep breath before walking in. His eyes landed on Tony, who was standing by one of his machines that apparently stopped working. “Hey, Tony. I’m bringing you the suit, but uh…” His words trailed off as he nervously showed the torn ass and cum covered thighs.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you take the suit off before your boyfriend fucks you?” He complained.

Steve turned red and placed the suit on an empty table. Or at least it looked the most empty. “I didn’t expect him to rip it.” He weakly argued.

“Next time, take it off or you’ll be fighting aliens with your ass out.” Tony huffed.

At first, the sex was awkward and unsatisfying. Not to either of your faults - just the fear of harming the baby scared off any penetration from happening. You continiously blue balled yourself for the sake of your husband. Dropping to your knees at his convenience to lap and worship his cute pussy. That part wasn't terrible, and you'd quickly mastered the ability of taking a splash to the face without pause with the amount of facials he painted over you. But Dick wanted more.

By the fourth month, he'd had enough. His breasts were constantly tender, his head dizzy with lust, and his cunt felt so neglected and empty it almost hurt. He needed your cock, and he needed it now!

You felt the mood the second you stepped into the apartment. Small tin candles lined the floor up to the bedroom with tacky roses scattered about to elevate the tension. Dick is humming along to a gentle tune inside, languidly fingering himself open atop his maternity pillow for support. The site had you palming your cock through your work jeans.

"Baby," He purred, instantly presenting himself for you. "Hi, welcome home." Dick met you halfway for a kiss, though the grip he had on your collar made it impossible to pull away. "I need you, yeah?" He pouted. "Inside, 's been too long, hun. Way too long." His thick lashes bat, and it's all you need to drop your belt.

"Just...be gentle, mh, I trust you." Dick sighs as you line up to his wet hole. His bottom lip catches under his teeth when you press in. "Hah! Fuck yes, god!" His head threw back, instantly kicking his legs out to tighten around your waist. The relief on your end was likewise immediate; sinking into his warmth was exactly the warm embrace you'd been longing for. Regardless of how tempting it is to lose yourself in his hot canal and fuck yourself into oblivion, Dicks hands just under his belly kept you at bay. Shifting your hips at a slow, shallow pace back and forth.

"Shit, baby, you have no idea how good you are to me," Dick sniffled. His breasts bounced and bobbed with every smack of your balls against him, swollen nipples just begging for attention, and who were you to deny him? "Mh, yeah?" Dick stiffled as you leaned down to latch. Suckling softly between each of the pery nubs. "Such a nice Daddy for me... uh-huh, yeah, you are."

You couldn't wait until they started producing. It shouldn't be much longer, since he's in his second trimester. You already had pumps sitting in your kitchen cabinet for the day it finally happened. You were going to be the most annoying guy in the world once it did, you were sure.

Gojo was an absolute brat about it every single time- teasing, mocking, pushing your buttons on purpose because he loved how hard you’d wreck him once he finally got under your skin. He’d send you cocky selfies after his wins, then show up at your door later with that same smug grin and zero shame, practically daring you to put him in his place.

Tonight was the sweetest version yet.

Your team had just handed his team a decisive loss in the championship game. Gojo played like shit in the final quarter he was frustrated, distracted, and clearly affected by the way you’d been locking him down. After the game he disappeared from his team’s celebration, only to show up at your hotel room still in his post-game sweats, hair messy, cheeks flushed from more than just the game.

The second the door closed, the mask slipped back into place.

You barely had time to lock the door before Gojo was already leaning against the dresser, arms crossed, wearing that signature bratty smirk.“Congrats, captain,” he drawled, voice dripping with mockery. “Beat us by fifteen and suddenly you think you’re hot shit? Cute.”

Even after losing, he was still running his mouth. Typical.

You crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and slammed him back against the wall hard enough to make the cheap hotel artwork rattle. Gojo’s breath hitched, but his eyes sparkled with challenge and heat.

“Been waiting for this since the third quarter,” You growled, shoving a thigh between his legs. “You played like a bitch tonight. Got distracted every time I touched you on the court.”

Gojo laughed breathless, and already a little strained. "Maybe I just like it when you get rough with me in front of all those people,” He shot back, hips rolling once against your thigh like the needy slut he was. “Bet your whole team would lose their minds if they knew their captain’s been fucking me raw for months.”

You gripped his jaw, forcing his head back so those bright blue eyes met yours. His pupils were already blown wide.“Keep talking,” You warned, sliding your free hand down to roughly palm his ass through his sweats. “See how loud I can make you scream within these thin fucking walls.”

Gojo’s smirk faltered for half a second when you shoved two fingers between his cheeks, pressing against his hole through the fabric. He was still sweaty from the game, skin hot, and you could feel the way his thighs trembled.

“F-fuck… at least prep me this time, asshole,”  e muttered, but he was already arching his back, pushing his ass into your hand like he couldn’t help it.

You spun him around, pressing his chest flush against the wall. One hand pinned both of his wrists above his head while the other yanked his sweats and boxers down in one rough motion, exposing that perfect, toned ass. You didn’t bother being gentle—two dry fingers circled his rim before pushing in, stretching him open with the kind of roughness you knew he secretly craved.

Gojo’s forehead hit the wall with a thud. A shaky, broken moan slipped out before he could bite it back.

“Shit-! Slow down, you fucking animal-” But his hips were already rocking back, chasing your fingers, greedy as always. You curled them hard against his prostate and his whole body jerked, a much louder moan tearing from his throat.

The walls really were thin. You could hear people laughing and music thumping from nearby rooms. If he got any louder-and you planned on making him much louder- the entire floor was going to hear the great Gojo Satoru getting his ass destroyed by his rival captain.

His eyes were already starting to water at the corners, lashes clumping together as he panted against the wallpaper. “Still gonna run your mouth, brat?” You asked, scissoring your fingers wider, deliberately rough.

Gojo let out a wet, teary little laugh, voice cracking. “Make me shut up then… if you can.”

He was already falling apart, and you’d barely started.

Gojo’s bratty challenge hung in the air for all of two seconds before you shoved a third finger into him without warning, stretching him wider. His body tensed hard, a choked gasp ripping from his throat as his walls clenched greedily around your fingers.

“F-fuuuck-!” His voice cracked beautifully. “You’re such a dick-ahh!”

You curled your fingers again, brutally targeting his prostate with rough, punishing strokes. Gojo’s hips jerked forward against the wall like he was trying to escape the intensity, only to slam back down on your hand a moment later, chasing more. 

His white hair was already sticking to his forehead with fresh sweat, and when you glanced at his face, you saw the first hints of glassy tears clinging to those long lashes. “Always acting like such a fucking brat,” You growled against his ear, biting the lobe hard enough to make him whine. “Even after I just embarrassed your whole team on the court. You came here knowing exactly what was gonna happen, didn’t you?”

He tried to laugh, but it dissolved into a broken moan as you sped up your fingers.

“I just… hah… wanted to see if the winner had any balls- ngh!”

You pulled your fingers out abruptly. Gojo let out a pathetic, needy sound at the sudden emptiness, his hole fluttering around nothing. Before he could complain, you spun him around, shoved him onto the bed, and yanked his sweats completely off. 

He landed on his back, legs spread, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and that defiant, watery smirk still clinging to his lips.You stripped fast, cock already aching and leaking as you climbed over him. It was a good thing the hotel came stocked with lube,. Gojo’s eyes flicked down, pupils blown wide with lust and a flicker of anticipation.

“Don’t go easy on me now, captain,” he taunted, voice breathy. “Wouldn’t want you to ah-!”

You hooked his legs over your shoulders and after a quick pour of lube pushed inside him in one rough thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. Gojo’s back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a loud, broken cry that definitely carried through the thin walls.

“Shit-! Too big, you fucking- mmph!”

You didn’t give him time to adjust. You pulled back and slammed in again, hard and deep, setting a brutal pace that made the cheap hotel bed creak loudly. Every thrust punched a moan out of him loud and shameless. His eyes were watering for real now, pretty tears spilling down his face as he clawed at your shoulders.

“Fuuuck slow down, asshole!” He sobbed, but his legs tightened around you, heels digging into your back like he’d die if you actually listened.

You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you while you railed him.“Tell the whole floor how much you love getting destroyed by the guy who just beat your whole team,” You hissed, angling your hips to hammer his prostate relentlessly. “Louder, Gojo.”

A particularly hard thrust made him wail, head thrown back against the pillows. His voice cracked high and desperate, echoing off the walls. You could hear the faint sound of a door opening somewhere down the hall, someone was definitely listening now.

Gojo’s cock was leaking all over his toned abs, untouched and twitching with every brutal snap of your hips. His usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by teary, fucked-out bliss and an open mouth that couldn’t stop moaning your name mixed with curses.

“Gonna hah.. gonna cum-fuck, I’m so close-!” He cried, voice hoarse and loud enough that half the team probably heard it.

You leaned down, biting his neck hard enough to leave a dark mark as you pounded into him even harder, chasing your own release while pushing him over the edge. “Cum for me, Satoru. Let them all hear who owns this ass tonight.”

Gojo’s whole body seized up. A loud, broken sob tore out of him as he came untouched, stripes of white painting his chest and chin. His walls clenched rhythmically around you, milking your cock as fresh tears streamed down his flushed face. 

The sight and feeling pushed you over right after him and you buried yourself deep and filled him up with a low groan. For a few long seconds the only sounds were both of you panting, the distant thump of music, and muffled voices from neighboring rooms.

Gojo’s chest heaved, eyes glassy and unfocused as he tried to catch his breath. A shaky, little smirk tugged at his swollen lips.

“…Round two in the shower?” He rasped, voice wrecked. “Or are you scared they’ll file a noise complaint?”

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You stepped out of the elevator into the hotel lobby the following morning, legs still a little loose from last night’s marathon. Your team was already scattered around the breakfast area- some nursing hangovers with coffee, others loading up plates at the buffet. The energy was high after the championship win, laughter and shit-talking filling the space.

The second you walked over to their table, half your teammates turned with shit-eating grins.

“Yo, Captain!” one of your forwards, Marcus, called out loud enough for the whole lobby to hear. “What the fuck, man? You trying to get us kicked out the hotel or what?”

Your point guard, Tyler, leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Bro. I swear the walls were shaking. We heard that girl screaming through like three rooms. She was loud as hell.”

Marcus laughed, slapping the table. “Nah, not just loud she was getting destroyed. All that moaning and crying? ‘Fuck- ahh!’” He did a terrible high-pitched impression that had the whole table cracking up.

You kept your face mostly neutral, though the corner of your mouth twitched. “You idiots done?”“Hell no,” Tyler grinned wider. “So who was it? That cheerleader from their school that’s been eyeing you? Or the one with the braids from the front desk? She sounded fine as hell, bro”

Another teammate, Jacob “Sounded like she was getting her soul taken. We were all in the group chat last night debating if we should bang on the wall or just let you bw.”

You shrugged, grabbing a coffee from the table and taking a slow sip, trying not to think about how Gojo had been sobbing and moaning your name into the pillow just hours ago while you railed him into next week.

“Mind your business,” You said casually, but your voice had a hint of smugness you couldn’t quite hide. “She was… enthusiastic.”

“Enthusiastic?” Marcus barked a laugh. “Bro she was getting wrecked. You broke her or what?”

Before you could answer, the elevator dinged again.

Gojo Satoru stepped out looking far too good for someone who got his ass absolutely destroyed the night before. His white hair was messy in that deliberate way, neck covered by a hoodie he definitely hadn’t been wearing last night (probably to hide the bite marks), and he walked with that usual cocky swagger even if his steps were just a little careful.

He locked eyes with you across the lobby for a brief second. That familiar bratty smirk tugged at his lips, eyes still a little red-rimmed from all the crying. He looked thoroughly fucked and entirely too pleased with himself.

Your teammates hadn’t noticed him yet.

Tyler nudged you. “For real though she coming down for breakfast? We gotta give her a round of applause. Poor girl probably can’t even walk straight.”

Gojo, now close enough to overhear, let out a soft, amused huff as he passed your table on the way to the coffee station. He didn’t stop, but he made sure you heard him mutter under his breath just loud enough for you: “Tell them I’m free later if they want an encore, captain.”

Your team kept laughing and pressing you for details while Gojo poured himself a coffee, glancing back over his shoulder with those bright, mischievous eyes that promised he was absolutely going to brat out again the second you two were alone.

You took another sip of coffee, hiding your smirk behind the cup.