#power bottom reader

you wonder if you’re the first girl she’s ever fucked—how could you not be? what other girl in their right mind would even let her get this far? you should push her off, should stop this before it reaches the inevitable, because this is doing nothing for you, she’s just using you like some poor little toy, and yet, for some reason, you don’t.

“haah, fuck—do you like it?” ellie asks, raspy and tinged with something sweetly naive.

you can’t help but laugh, because is she actually serious right now? is ellie unaware of how pathetic her tiny shrimp dick is? the condom keeps sliding off for christ’s sake. and then, predictably, her little cock slips out of you for the nth time.

you croon satirically, “oh, yeahhh, fucking me so good, shoved inside me so deep. you’re really ruining me, baby.”

ellie shudders when she presses back inside you, jostling you up the bed with each eager, fumbling thrust. her tiny tits are bouncing like jello and her cockhead is leaking precum inside you like a faucet. it’s cute, in a way, and she’s being such a sweetheart, so maybe you should find it in your heart to have some compassion, but you can’t help teasing her.

“does this even feel good for you? you’re barely stretching me out, babe.” and you’re genuinely asking, which makes ellie all the more embarrassed and ashamed.

ellie flushes bright red, the humiliation painting the tips of her ears down to her throat. she’s fucking you like a cheap whore—like that’s what she’s used to. maybe that’s all she knows. after all, who else would waste their time with a cock this small unless they were getting paid for it? and yet here you are, letting her have you for free. that must make you even lower, scummier.

“yes, mmphh—aghh, i like it, i like it—feels good,” ellie pants, dumb and suffused with need.

“yeah? gonna squirt your tiny dick inside me?” you coo, petting her hair back.

her breath stutters, hips losing what little rhythm they had to begin with, and ellie’s slowing down as if she’s trying to hold back, like she actually thinks she can make this last. it’s almost endearing, how hard she’s trying, how earnestly she clings to the illusion that she’s giving you something worth taking.

“mngh, fuck—” ellie chokes, hands trembling, gripping onto your waist like she’s scared her cock will slip out again—and it wouldn’t surprise you if it did.

you press a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down until her forehead brushes yours. “go on, baby,” you murmur, half a purr, half a taunt. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

that’s all it takes. she whimpers—nasally and pathetic—and her entire body tenses up like a coiled spring, before she snaps, spilling inside the condom in a series of weak, jerky thrusts. it’s almost imperceptible, but you can feel it; the tiny little cock pulsing against your gummy walls, trying to bypass the latex and fill your cunt full of sticky cum.

ellie collapses on top of you, shivering, breath hot against your collarbone. for a moment, she’s still. and then, hesitantly, she whispers, “did you…?”

you don’t answer. instead, you comb your fingers lazily through her hair, offering her the softest ghost of affection. you let her have this moment—let her believe, just for a little while, that she gave you even a fraction of what you gave her.

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

It started pretty quickly. As soon as finals week was over, everyone began to slack off and celebrate. Even the nerds who spent long hours in the school library on their third can of Red Bull, mixing it with quick shots of espresso, decided to skip the hour-long lessons and spend their time elsewhere. Across the empty desks and seats and through the now not-crowded hallways spread the rumor of a huge party being hosted at the house of one of the rich seniors. And of course, you weren’t one of those who were uninvited.

Charismatic, smart, and socially talented, you were talking to a group of your friends while walking through the residential alleyways. You could already hear the muffled music — hopefully, you’d make it there in time before the neighbors called the police for noise complaints.

By the time you actually got there, the house was already crowded, the cigarette smoke hanging by the ceiling, the music making your adrenaline jump, everything smelling of perfume, teenage pheromones, sex, and liquor.

“Hey, Y/n,” one of the guys casually slid a hand by your waist, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Where’s the stuff? Everything’s free, right?”

“For you? Always,” he winked, greeting your other friends while pointing at the couch nearby.

Before you could actually make your way to the group of guys rolling their papers and the other two mixing drinks, you were already grabbed by someone else, basically begging you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with the others.

You thought about it for a while. Geez, Y/n, come on — get out of it, take it easy for once. And so, with two shots in your bloodstream, you made your way to the group who was already blindly pulling differently colored sticks.

Kylar / LOW JEALOUSY

Kylar had been preparing for this for a while. Of course, he wasn’t invited, but he still managed to get himself in. Through the window — it worked.

He spent hours in the showers, rubbing himself squeaky clean, brushing his hair, staring in the mirror, practicing lines so he could talk without stuttering. By the time he was in, all this prepared confidence fell shortly.

Instead, he blended with the shadows, sitting in the corner, sipping from the red plastic cup, observing the way you laughed with others. Wherever you moved to a different room, he moved too, cautiously bumping into people, stuttering apologies, squeezing himself through the crowds just to not lose sight of you. Making sure you stayed safe, gripping the plastic cup a bit too tightly when you were approached by people he didn’t approve of.

And when you were invited to the Seven Minutes in Heaven game, he nearly jumped out of his skin, quickly inviting himself too. The moment you pulled a purple stick and sat on the floor, he immediately jumped after the guy, bribing him with money just to cheat and get a purple stick too.

You both made slight eye contact, his eyes ticking to the side, blush creeping onto his cheeks. He followed you into the closet like a puppy, head hanging down. The door closed, and silence enveloped you.

His heart was beating so loud that his ears were ringing. He was trying not to think about how you both were breathing the same air at that moment. He was puffing a bit, trying to hide this perverse nature of his. And then he looked at you — you were perfectly composed, sitting there, boredom on your face.

Shit, he's painfully obvious about his boner, and damn all the practicing he did, he can't even talk to you right now.

“You want help with that?” you ask softly, and his head shoots up, meeting your soft smile as youre pointing at his crotch with your pinky, his face goes red, he crosses his legs to hide it before nodding, breathing out.

You scoot close, and his heart jumps. The moment your hands reach for his pants, his brow furrows slightly, and a low disappointment settles in his gut. Did his delusional ass really think u would get on all fours right now and let him breed you in the small closet at a random party? Yes, yes, he did, but handjob is fine either way, it's you after all, you have time maybe next time.

He breathes through his nose as his buttons pop. You massage it slowly wet patch already forming on his underpants, and then you pull it out, it's small, angrily red, kind of pathetic, and yet you can't still do anything but let out a slight chuckle and a small smile.

//////

He tries to savor your every touch, the way your fingertips feel against his skin, every detail. He’s drooling so bad, muffling all his sound by biting on his hoodie, getting the hoodie wet, and he can’t help but whine softly, his eyes lolling into his skull.

Yet he fights it because he needs to look at you, youre hands dirtied by his pre-cum and your face focused, how u softly bite your lip as your eyebrows furrow slightly, rosy cheeks, sweat rolling down your forehead.

He whines your name a bit too loud and finally cums, the white substance rolling down your hand and his tummy. You mutter apology for making his clothes dirty despite it being his cum and his fault, pulling a tissue to try to clean him up, but he can’t hear you it’s like he is frozen in the moment, almost hardening because of the way youre so kindly providing minimal aftercare, when you’re finished you pull his briefs up he wants to reach for your hand to feel it for one last time on skin to skin contact but you just fix ur hairstyle as the closet door opens and stand up.

“Kylar.. seriously,” one of your friends mutters, already dragging you away from the closet. “He is kind of cute,” you mutter and giggle, not even looking back at the trembling, drooling Kylar, who's still sitting on the floor with genuine stars of adoration in his eyes.

KYLAR / High Jealousy

Now high high-jealousy Kylar is actually way more aggressive. The way he jumps at the guy, just shoving the cash into his chest as he takes the stick a bit too quickly. When you’re set in the closet, saliva is already pooling in his mouth. He waited for this moment, he did, and yet he wasn’t able to slip sleeping pills into your drinks, geez, because you constantly have to be surrounded by someone, how annoying.

And now he’s the same nervous mess as always. Wake up, Kylar.

After two minutes spent in silence, and you awkwardly trying to even your breath, since you already had a few cups, and the air in the closet, let alone in the party, isn’t the best.

“Y-you,” fuck kylar idiot, he stutters again, looking down at his knees in shame. Confusion spills over your features. As you try to figure out what he was trying to say.

He points at you while his face is red, and you actually look down with a puzzled expression until, yeah, you notice the tent in your pants and you gulp awkwardly, looking to the side with rosy cheeks.

“Wanna uhm.. help?” he offers, moving closer, ignoring the painful boner in his own trousers to that you stiffen on alert, your eyes tick from side to side, and you dissmisively shake your head, offering to help him instead, but not being able to even say so as he fully launches himself at you.

Your teeth clash against each other, and he kisses you hungrily. posessively. Of course, you wouldn't want help from someone you don't know well. You're the type to do that stuff only with the closest ones; shame Kylar can't let you. He waited too long for this; he can't have a chance like this to slip through his fingers. Forgive him.

His hands travel to your pants, putting pressure on your crotch. You try to push him away, yet your hands get grasped by his, you tremble, whining as he pushes his tongue inside, exploring and tasting the liquor. Might or might not just came untouched into his trousers from this kiss alone.

You try to struggle, your face heating up, and he finally separates your puffed lips from his that are connected by a string of saliva that he so immediately licks from his lips.

Completely breathless, you can’t help but stare at him. It might just be the effect of alcohol. “I waited for this too long, you can't. I won't let you. I won't ever let you. Do you think you can go around fucking other guys but me? No, that should be me touching you. Do you think this is fair?” he rambles. You can't even register what he is saying; all of his words blend together as he sweats. His trembling hands are placed on your hips, drool rolling from his lips. “Please don't make me have to pull out the knife. I love you. I know you love me too. We are made for each other. Come on,” he squeezes your hips. You look to the side, your head dizzy and spinning.

“Please,” he scrapes against your chest like a dog, and anxiously, his head ticks between you and the door, four more minutes.

you dont know if its from the alcohol, the dizzying kiss or the way he begs as if his life depended on it but you nodd and he nearly jumps from excitment, he basically rips your pants already squeezing your cock through your briefs pulling it out and the drops of drool already falling down onto your cock, his own dick hardening at that sight, he contemplains he wants to milk you dry, of course he does, but four minutes definitely won’t be enough, will must wait for another time.

And so he instead pulls out his own pathetic dick, putting them side by side, there’s still a size difference, but not too big, makes sense what god gave u in ur looks and that pretty running mouth he gave u less in the size of ur cock. But that's okay, he loves u either way.

And so he starts rubbing his dick against yours, saliva slipping from his lips, dripping onto his pants. He humps like a dog in heat, switches between rubbing your heads together to enclosing your dicks in tight fist together, and oh, you close your eyes and moan so softly and quietly. eyes glittering with tears, you’re not trying to ruin your makeup, so you just stifle it and take it like a good boy.

By then, a minute is left, he rubs it for the last time, both of you cumming in oh sweet symphony, dirtying your stomachs and clothes, he wants to lean down and clean you up like a good soon-to-be boyfriend. But you push him away, cleaning yourself with the tissues you had in your pocket. His chest heaves with jealousy, but he accepts it; his darling must be tired, surely they don’t mean it in a bad way. And so he instead takes his hand, dirtied by your cum, and starts licking it, trying to make eye contact. Slightly sad when you’re focused on cleaning yourself up instead.

You were barely reacting to it, and you were on your phone. Yeah, on your phone and scrolling, yet your cock was rock hard and leaking for him. You were too good at this, good at teasing him, so good at making him feel warm and tingly inside in multiple ways.

"Please.." He'd mumble to your ear, he sounded like he was about to cry, he just needed your attention. "Tell me it feels good at least.." Tom lived for your praise, he would go insane if he didn't have it. Sure, he was one to talk all of that talk when he could, but it was just to impress you. He desperately wanted to impress you, he didn't know why.

His dreads were out of his hat and head wrap, they fell down to his shoulders, and ever so slightly tickled your skin very often.

"Just keep your pace. It feels fine."

Fine. Just fine.

He didn't want fine, he wanted you to moan out his name, whimper for him, cry, do something! He couldn't stand the occasional giggles which weren't targeted towards him, but to your phone. He was going insane, he just needed you so badly.

His grip tightened, he just wanted to throw your phone across the room, speed up, make you lay attention to him. But no, his eyes would trail down. Watching his length slide in and out of your hole, ever so slowly.

His pre cum would glisten as it would be spread across, his dick twitched and throbbed inside of you, his groans turning into whimpers.

"Oh, you big baby."

His head snapped up, watching as you would put your phone down, your body turning over on your back. He's lips gave a small smile, his eyes lighting up as he would reposition himself.

⤷ ok ok, but like instead of katsuki with a super subby and shy s/o,,

⤷ i present to you:

⤷ a snarky bratty power bottom s/o.

⤷ like that whole relationship would just be so,, electric? like you two just constantly challenging each other but like playfully?

⤷ and HOLY SHIT THE SEXUAL TENSION

⤷ like before y'all got together everyone was almost annoyed at how much sexual tension you two had

⤷ at one point during one of your "arguments" (i quote this because it was more of like light heated bickering, there was no real heat to it) kaminari groaned and went "oh my god, just fuck each other already!"

⤷ now, even though katuski "topped", that didn't mean you two didn't fight for dominance.

⤷ "if you're gonna fuck me, katsuki, fuck me like you mean it."

⤷ rough sex is a constant

⤷ you both come out with equal amount of bite, hickies, scratches, etc

⤷ this is a top tier relationship.

“i..um..” he muttered as his eyes traced themselves along your figure, the way you got atop of him and how your flannel slipped off your shoulders whilst you unbuttoned them. your skin looked so smooth, the way the light seemed to make it glisten even more. you were so perfect.

“you’ll be fine pilot.” you let the piece of clothing aside, your hips slightly grinding onto his to feel himself on you just a bit more. your fingers came to pull down his zipper, and you could see his tip sticking from the waist line of his boxers.

he didn’t think he’d be fine. he’s no stranger to sex, but his heart sped up even more when he even thought about himself with another guy— but here you were, right in front of him. it was really happening. “um, wait i—“ your eyes fixated back to his, curiously.

“can i..” his hands came to your hips , squeezing them just a bit. “can i be the one making you feel?” he was so nervous, almost shy it made you believe he couldn’t let himself finish without completely collapsing.

"making me..?" your eyes squinted in confusion before you finally got it. he was asking to be the one fucking you, you had no problem with it but the way he asked was silly. you leaned your body down, hands holding his face whilst you would place a few pecks on his lips in which it turned into an entire make out session.

your positions flipped, lips still connected and he would take off his own shirt. you peeked your eyes open to take a small glance, hips instinctively twitching seeing his figure. he was much more in shape than he looked, very lean with muscle and a happy trail that made you go crazy.

you let yourself get drawn back to him, his hands lifting you up a bit to get your pants off. the heat and lack of ac was making it hotter— physically, and made the moment all the more intimate.

all clothes were off leaving the two of you panting for air, the taste of each other's saliva in your mouths. his head jerked up for a moment, and he started sputtering absolute nonsense. "fuck, how could i forget? um..uh.." he checked the nightstands before hand, they didn't have any sort of lubrication.

it was a hotel, how the hell didn't it have anything? he ended up using his saliva, he prayed it wouldn't hurt too much. "so..should i go on slowly for you? or.." your lips twitched into a smile, and you shook your head. it was his first time with a guy, not yours. "whatever pace pilot, you aren't gonna kill me." you were a bit wrong there.

you gasped and clawed at his back, body bouncing and jerking up from his pace and his force alone. it was like he was some sort of animal, he wasn't even thrusting, just pushing your body onto his dick making you feel pins and needles at your spine.

all he himself could do was whine, looking at the way you couldn't even hang onto him anymore and just let yourself be supported by him. "feels good..?" he wasn't even saying it to be cocky, it was a genuine question. you could barely say yes, let alone give him a nod. all you could do was let yourself moan louder for him hoping he would take it as a yes.

your arm flipped over your face, trying to wipe the sweat from your face but it was instantly moved away. "no, don't." his eyebrows knitted together in need, his face now closer to yours and his pace getting a bit slower but his roughness not at all going down.

"have to see you..make sure," he couldn't finish, grunting whilst his head resting on your shoulder. he had came inside, kept himself there for a while even after. you were absolutely fucked out, hair all over the place, eyes blissed out and staring into space and your mouth slacked open.

both of your chests were rapidly moving up and down. you finally had gotten the strength to move your arms, letting them loop around and your hands flat on his back. he'd wince, and it made you remember you had scratched the shit out of back. "shit..sorry."

shaking his head, he'd pull out and watch the way a line of cum connected from your hole to his tip. everything about you just made him want to do it over again, and again.