dynamight is clearly trying to go unnoticed in the grocery store, but you recognize him, anyway, despite the mask and low-pulled hat. knowing makes you feel even worse about approaching him—because you'd be too afraid to, otherwise—but you're not sure what else to do at this point.
you lean in close to him as he's standing in front of the produce, poking through the same bin.
"ooh, we need to get an onion, too, remember?"
he startles enough away from you that you can feel the foundation of your last ditch efforts crumbling. even beneath his hat, his light eyebrows pull down hard, gaze narrowing, and on the other end of such a fiery glare, you're reminded exactly why you've never wanted to meet him before: he's terrifying, handsome as he is.
"hah—"
you smile at him and hope it looks real, squishing into the space he's created even though your hands are shaking. "the guy by the juice followed me all around the store from the parking lot and i don't know what else to do." you widen your eyes, and you want to look, you do, but your facade is hanging on by a thread. "please help me."
dynamight swallows, and you hope his expression only seems so guarded because you're so close; enough to smell his subtle yet sharp cologne, to see the dark blonde wisps of his eyelashes. when he blinks, they brush against his mask, feather-light.
"okay," he nods once, and the gravel of his voice makes your stomach turn in some teenage way, that has your cheeks flaring.
(this is really not the time to be getting shy.)
he doesn't look towards the juice either, thankfully, and instead adjusts his stance, leaning into you in return, large and wide and formidable enough to nearly shield you from view. "an onion, huh? think we got one at home."
you can feel the warm press of his body against your own and it has you releasing a breath that had been trapped deep in your chest, has tears stinging behind your eyes. the sharp pain in your sternum lessens, and when you feel his hand come up to sit, carefully, against your lower back, dynamight murmurs,
"y'r alright,"
and you are.
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it’s no shit that simon and miguel are big men. and hella strong too. so when you tell them ‘i’m too heavy, I don’t want to tire you out’ when they suggest they want to fuck you against the wall with their arms supporting you, of course they get offended. what? you don’t think they’re strong enough to carry you? you think they’re just going to take it when you put yourself down like that? calling yourself heavy? fuck, you’re in for a surprise.
they’re fuming, pissed off. because who the fuck told you that you’re too heavy? but instead of giving you a verbal response, they just pick you up easily with one hand and throw you over their shoulders making you squeal, carrying you towards the bedroom and finding the nearest wall to prove you wrong
one of their big hands around your soft thick thigh to support your weight as the other pulling your panties down. showing you that they can multitask, eyes gazing into yours in a cocky manner. they aren’t even going to prep you first, that’s how much you pissed them off. even when you tell them to slow down and take it easy, they’ll just ignore you.
the moment they slide their cock into you, a loud moan escape your mouth. they’re giving you no time to adjust and just begin pumping in an out of your tight cunt. they groan by how you clench around your shaft. thinking to themselves how just perfect your tight pussy is made only for them. and how perfect you are just for them.
‘see, sweetheart? who says you’re too heavy huh? i’m holding you with one arm while I’m fucking you.’ such a cocky tone as they breathlessly ask between grunts and groans. continuing to pound you even harder when your moans gets louder. making sure your legs are hovering the floor, or else they’re going to lose it. ‘perfect little body just for me to fuck… to own… perfect tits and ass, all just for me…and you out here calling yourself heavy. fucking. bullshit.’
your mind is fucked. cause they’re angry-fucking you dumb to the point you can’t think straight. eyes lulling to the back of your head as angelic moans continues to spill from your pretty lips that they are obsessed with. they watch how you fall apart. delicate nails softly scratching their backs with no doubt that they would leave marks.
‘uh-huh… that’s right…never say that shit again to my face, darling’ one hand move to grope your bouncing tit, as the other gripping tightly around your thigh. fingertips digging onto the soft flesh. to prove that they can multitask just fine. ‘or else, i might just fuck a baby into you next time that happens’
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god, imagine getting tag teamed by these two. might be leaving with a broken pussy
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thinking about make up sex with jason and he’s being so gentle while saying the filthiest things :< you can’t help but to forgive him
tags: fem reader, breeding
"gonna raise that fuckin' voice at me again?" a gruff voice takes you out of the trance you're put under. the trance that was jason's fat cock filling your entrance at a slow pace that was enough to make you go crazy. the long and slow strokes a reminder that, even though the argument you two had prior was filled with hatred, yelling, and ugly words, he still loved you... but it wasn't his fault he loved your pussy too.
with his lips grazing your ear, pulling his cock out only to push back in as far as he's able, you shake your head. "never," you groan, hands attempting to reach around his frame, but he's just so big that you're unable.
he moans a "mhm," into your ear, turning just so that he's able to bite your lobe, licking the shell. "y'know nobody's gonna fuck you like i do baby," a reminder to the words you said in the heat of the moment, the words that told jason you could leave anytime you wanted. that the sea was far and wide and you could take your pick whenever you'd like.
but, just as he knew he wouldn't want somebody else's pussy carved into the shape of his cock, you knew you'd never find somebody who knew your body the way that jason did.
"nobody knows this sweet pussy like i do," he reminds with another long stroke, this time he's pushing your thighs back with big palms. so that, as if it wasn't before, his swollen red tip hits that part in you that makes you scream. and, as if clockwork, a loud, "j-jason! just you. j-just for you," falls from your lips as you moan against the hot skin of his shoulder.
"’n who do ya love?" he grunts, holding still as his cock’s sitting in the deepest parts of you. his cock pulsating just as the muscles surrounding it and keeping it warm do the same, begging for movement when he comes to a halt.
"you! you, jason, y’know i love you," you whine high pitched and all, grabbing him and pulling him while your hips try grinding against him.
and he doesn’t say it back. he doesn’t need to, you know he loves you with the way he shoots his seed deep into your core, deep enough that there’s no possibility it won’t take <3
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dudes thinking about price kissing your womb after eating you out, and going, “gon’ kiss inside next, sweetheart. you’d love that, won’t you? yeah? such a good pup f’r me.” his words are a muffled mess because he won’t stop nuzzling his face against the soft pudge of your belly
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