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adrians-ass · 9 months

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HmmMm~ monster you say?? Give me a plant's monster 😌 yandere and smut if you could do that.. In the end the reader just give up and willing to stay by his side.. And for kinks Edging btw you can add whatever you want, olso Male reader. 😃 I'mma drink watah now

I actually looked up and based this plant monster off of a Nepenthes pitcher plant. Ha- you thought it was going to write about some vine-y tentacle monster. I also think I went a little too hard on this but hey. My treat for a first post.

Warnings: Uh Non-con, death, edging, bondage, vore?? But not really? Stomach bulge. Lemme know if i missed anything

Word count: 8,155

“You need a hobby.”

You look up at your friend with a glare at their comment. All they did was twist their hair around their finger and smile at you, sipping the coffee they ordered. More like foam with a dash of coffee in it. The wind was blowing the foam on top precariously. When they asked you to come and have lunch with them, this wasn’t what you had expected for conversation. Your days were long. Repetitive. You used to work any dead end jobs you could get. You scouted jobs that ranged from newspaper clippings, asking for dog walking, all the way to actual retail or food service jobs. None of them stuck. Eventually a distant cousin of yours reached out and offered you a job at their online store. The job consisted of buying and testing products. You would leave reviews under the items bought and a video as well showing off the item and its uses.

That left you inside all day and surrounded by useless crap that would either be repurposed or just plain tossed out. So when an old high school buddy that was passing through town messaged you on social media, you accepted, hoping to spice up the day with a nice lunch with an old friend.

“What does that mean?” You set your fork down and crossed your arms. The food you ordered was barely eaten. Not that it tasted good. “I have plenty of hobbies, come on.” Your friend shrugged and set down their coffee. “I don’t know. It really seems like all you do is work all day. I mean come on.” They reached over and picked up your arm. “ Your skin is losing its luster. It’s all ashy and dry! No shine at all!” You jerked your arm away from them and frowned at your skin. Surely it was not that bad. Besides, you didn’t want to walk around outside looking like a reflector. “I mean, I have a cat…” You tried to defend yourself. Your friend scoffed. “A cat is a friend, not something to keep you busy. Have you tried to find something new?” You chew your lip silently, confirming that in fact, you hadn’t tried anything new.

Your friend reached over and stole a piece of food off your plate before popping it in their mouth.They let out a disgusted noise and spat the food into a napkin. “Ok, since neither of us seem to be interested in this food joint, why don’t we go shopping around?” They looked at you with a hopeful smile. “We can look for a hobie for you. Some books, something to get your hands working or get you outside.”

“I don’t need to be outside all the time…” You muttered, a bit bashful. Your friend rolled their eyes and hopped up from their chair, scraping harshly against the concrete. “Well you also don’t need to be inside, moping about on your phone all day and laying around! It’s not healthy at all. Now let's go in and pay,” They breezed to your side and took a firm hold of your bicep and began to tug you up and out of your chair. “You’ve got good shops in this dump right?”

You chuckled to yourself and nodded, they were annoying but you did miss your friend’s attitude. “Yeah, there’s some cute places around here. I can pull them up on my maps.” You pulled out your phone while your friend dragged the two of you inside and up to the counter. They fished out their wallet and handed the cashier their card to pay. “It looks like there are a few things within walking distance…” You scrolled down on your phone at the suggested places. “We have a …a nut and fabric boutique?” You looked up from your phone with a quizzical look on your face. Your high school friend just huffed and rolled their eyes. “Man, small ass towns and their weird ass shops.” They took their card back from the cashier and the receipt before stuffing them both in their wallet. “What else you got?” They asked. You looked back down at your phone and scrolled once more, “There are a lot of food places, uh a candy joint maybe they have some recipes we can buy?” You suggested, but your friend shook their head. “Candy making sounds too complicated, and who's going to help you eat all those sweets? Your cat?” You let out a hum of agreement and kept searching on your phone, stepping aside to let someone go up and order food. “Oh,” you say in surprise at your phone. ”There is a greenhouse nearby we can buy plants at.” You clicked on the link and began to scroll down on the home page. “I’ve never seen this before. They have all sorts of plants, fruit, succulents, vegetables…Oh shit!” You grinned and turned your phone screen to show your friend. “They even sell carnivorous plants!”

Your friend took your phone and began to look at the screen. “This seems perfect! You can get inside plants and outside plants so you're still getting sunshine and you can tend to them like your little babies!” They linked arms with you and began to walk out of the little cafe, guiding your friend out the door so they would get hit while distracted. “It looks like they only take cash,” They pointed out and looked up at you. “You have some right, we don’t need to stop?” You patted the pocket where you kept your wallet out of habit. “No, I have some, we can just go right over.” Your friend slapped your phone into your chest, causing you to move to catch it quickly. “Perfect! Lets get my boy a hobby before he starts ordering whores online!”

The air of the little green house was humid and thick. Even before you went inside you and your friend could feel it. The little bell above the door rang out cheerfully, a stark contradiction to the protesting groans the wooden door made as you shoved it open. The green house was small, but full of life. Sounds of bubbling water filled the air and it smelled sweet. Various shades of green lined the walls and draped down from the ceiling. Plants were stacked in carriers along the walls and in pots on the floor. Trellises climbed and ground covers spread. There was only a small aisle allowing you to walk through. Once you opened the door, across from it was a counter with a cash register on top. The counter appeared to be made of a large old crate with a rusted fold out chair behind it. It was tucked into a corner and to connect the crate to the wall a few plants in pots were stacked up on what looked like old stairs. Walking inside, you and your friend saw flats of annual flowers and perennial flowers, each divided into shade plants and sun plants.

“Hey, look at this!” Your friend darted off to the side to pick up a small bonsai tree. It was trimmed to perfection and had tiny little decorations within the soil. You smiled at the plant and walked over to touch its leaves. “ A little too expensive I think, for me.” You admitted when seeing the price tag. “I hope not everything in here is that expensive…” Your friend lowered the little pot and looked around. “Yeah, speaking of buying, where is the worker?” They set the plant down and looked around, touching cascading waterfalls of vine plants and the wide colorful leaves of elephant ears. “Is this place open?” You look back at the door to see the closed sign facing your way, “No, it’s open. The open sign is facing outside.” You part ways with your friend and begin to look at the otherside of the small greenhouse. “I’m sure it's alright if we just look around.” You walk through blooms of succulents, firm and soft to the touch. The sunlight shone through the windows making the whole place gleam. Some flowers, long dead, crushed underfoot. There were geraniums, moss roses, wave petunias, and even dahlias. All good beginner plants. But something else had caught your eye. It was this small purple plant. You walked over passing under a sign that stated ‘Carnivorous’ and picked up the pot. It was a shallow pot with large leaves bursting out of it in almost a lotus like fashion. The leaves were muted, not as bright as the others but more brown like. They felt healthy to the touch, maybe that was just how the plant looked. A long stem came from the middle of the cluster of leaves and sprouted over them all, dangling a purple-red cup like plant. The stem was yellow and connected to the bottom of the pitcher but still supported the back of it. Red veins sprouted from the yellow and traveled all the way up the cup. At the very top was a green flap that was almost like a lid. Along the side of it a thick liquid collected and occasionally dripped into the pitcher. The thick substance smelled sweet and pungent. You stuck your finger under the lip of the plant and looked within to see the pitcher full of water and more of the sticky, sweet-smelling substance. The plant seemed to shudder at your touch.

“Finding everything ok?” A feminine voice called out, startling you out of your stupor. You placed a hand over your chest and looked at the owner of the voice. A younger woman with a tight brown braid greeted you. Her braid seemed to pull her skin maybe a little too tight around her face. She had thick rimmed glasses and pale skin, she was also holding a few bags of dirt, some of which was spilling on the ground.

You cleared your throat and stepped back to let the woman through, where she came from you couldn’t guess. “Uh, yes we're just looking,” You explained as your friend wandered over to see who you were talking to. “You have a lovely shop,” They commented looking around. “These plants are beautiful.” The woman chuckled and set the dirt down with a thud. “Oh, they all have their own flair. I just give them the tools to thrive and they decide where they want to go.” The woman turned to stare at you, “He seems to have taken a liking to you…” You looked back at the plant you were previously examining. “Uhh, sure yeah.” You agreed with her. Your friend slipped by you and plucked the plant from your arms. “Would you say this plant is good for keeping someone busy? It's not too difficult?” They asked, turning it around in their hands. The woman let out a laugh. “If he likes you, then he shouldn’t be terrible, just keep him happy and fed.” She spoke about the plant as if it was sentient- like a person. Yet your friend seemed happy with that response and shoved the plant towards you. “You should get it! Maybe gardening can be your new hobby! Plus the lady said this plant has chosen you, ooooo.” They waved their fingers around in a spooky way and almost said their words in a singsong way. You looked down at the plant nervously and took it in your hands. “I don’t know, I've never taken care of a carnivorous plant before.” The woman piped up before your friend could say anything. “Oh, I can write down some instructions for you to take care of him. I promise he’s an angel.” The plant seemed to preen under the compliments. You looked back down at the plant and shrugged, “Well, ok little guy. I’ll only get one for now to see how it goes.”

The woman clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Come! Come! I will ring you up and give you that paper.” She bustled over to the counter and seemed to desperately look for a paper and pen. You two walked over to the counter after her at a much slower pace, watching as the cashier seemed to furiously scribble instructions down. “Now that will be ten dollars, tax included-” she looked up at you expectantly and you shifted the plant into one arm, digging your wallet out with the other. The cashier held her hand out for the ten dollars you gave her and then thrusted the paper into your face. “And since their plants I'm sure you know we don’t do returns.” The woman slammed her hand onto the register which burped open with an ancient creak. You couldn’t even blink in time with how fast she moved. You swore this woman was trying to get you out of the store. Maybe they were closing soon. “Yeah, sure.” You responded dumbly, fumbling with the paper. She hit the drawer shut with her hip and smiled. “Keep him in the sun and a place where you’ll see him a lot, ok?” your friend shifted at the awkward feeling in the room as you let out a small “Will do,”. The woman just stared with her tight face and tight smile as you two exited the store. Once the door closed your friend huffed.

“Weird ass stores.”

You have been taking care of this plant for a few weeks now. But it didn’t exactly seem right. It seemed to be …big. Too big. Once you had gotten home from the store your friend had left pretty quickly.

“You gotta bond with your chosen plant!” They teased before getting out of your car and walking to their designated bus stop. Leaving you to your old shabby house and a new plant to take care of. Well, your house wasn’t too bad, you had bought off your relatives.

“It isn't much, but you can make it work can’t you?” Their words were soaked with false sweetness at the time. Not that the gesture wasn’t a kind thing, nor did they use the house but they simply didn’t want to get rid of it. Stubborn people, you guessed. You weren’t exactly close, but you had paid for it and it was a house. The home itself sat on the edge of town, not in the middle of nowhere but literally at the edge of where “town” started. Small grocery stores and hole in the wall shops started on this road and ended with your house. Children would walk or bike from their far away homes to get treats from the gas station and throw rocks at the boarded up windows of abandoned buildings.

Your home was painted a slate gray. Outside the home a few bushes grew to mangled and gnarled beasts. Maybe if gardening was your new hobby you could finally take care of those ugly things. What trouble could an idiot with clippers get into, huh? No. One plant at a time. You had looked down at the plant in your arms after your friend took off. “Ok, handsome”- The paper said to give it lots of compliments- “Let's get you inside.” The chosen spot for the plant- you decided to name him Nepen- was in the large bay window in your living room. This was where you recorded your videos for your job. It was also your cat’s favorite spot to sit. Often now that Nepen was a part of your home, you cat would hiss at the pot and bat aggressively at his leaves. Eventually you would have to shoo your cat away from Nepen so it would do too much damage. “Poor baby…” you cooed at Nephen, stroking its leaves. The plant seemed to lean into your touch. In front of where Nepen sat the floor was wooden and there was a polite rectangle rug underneath a cheap set of couch and chairs. You had a job, that didn’t mean it paid well. Your next goal was to buy a TV to set up on the wall. After a while Netflix on your phone gets straining.

You decided on naming the plant Nepen because the closest thing you could find that looked like him-it, that stupid worker was getting to you, was a Nepenthes plant in the tropics. The woman told you that he was like no other plant! Maybe Nepens was some kind of hybrid species she accidently made and decided to sell for a quick buck. The instructions she wrote as well seemed normal at first, but as you read along the list it got weirder.

How To Take Care of Your Own Carnivorous Baby!

(What even?)

Don’t worry about needing to feed him often, he can catch his own meals. (Oh Good!) But if there aren’t many flies in your house, I'd recommend buying some and keeping them stored in your fridge. They will fall asleep and then you can easily feed. (Gross.)

Once the plant gets bigger you will need to move onto bigger and bigger bugs- maybe an animal if you're lucky! (An Animal!? Oh, god what the fuck?)

Be nice to him- he bonds with someone easily and you could break his heart if you aren’t careful. He could die no matter how well you water and feed him.

Speaking of water, while he does get energy from eating, water is the most important thing! Just like every other plant. Water when the soil is dry and mist every other day. It’s ok if the water enters the pitcher.

He needs lots of sun, in the winter I’d recommend buying a grow light for the most optimal conditions. Winter sunlight by the window is ok but it's cold!

These notes seemed like this thing was a goddamn rent-a-boyfriend who liked to be sprayed with a water bottle. Nevertheless you sprayed and fed it accordingly. You didn’t know how often to feed the plant so you chose to do so every other day. If that thing could really eat small animals, your cat was in trouble. You prayed your cat’s aversion to Nepen was enough to keep the kitty safe. Also, something you didn’t expect was the plant to smell…so sweet. Often it drew you close so you could take a deep whiff of the plant. It made you shudder and often the plant shuddered back, you just assumed that it moved because of your exhale.

The first time you fed the plant, you fed him a worm. The pet store in your area didn’t sell flies and for sure you didn’t want to allow anything into your house. So you just bought some wax worms for the plant and kept the bag hidden away in your cupboards. You’d fish out some tongs and pull a small worm from the bag and walked over to the plant. His lid wiggled up and down as you approached, almost excited to be fed. You lifted the lip with your thumb and dropped the worm in. You watched it for a while- it seemed to struggle in the fluid. You read that for Nepenthes pitchers that it wasn't the fluid that digested the bug but something near the bottom where the bugs collected when they drowned. As you gazed in thought, a light, waxy touch began to stroke your cheek and you flung back in surprise, clutching your cheek. One of the plant's leaves had moved up and touched your cheek! It slowly moved its leaf back down into the original position. You let out a nervous laugh and rubbed your cheek with the back of your hand and stepped away from the plant, tongs in hand. “Uh, Thanks Nepen.” You kept your hand to your cheek as you walked away.

Time went on normally, Nepen did bring you company. You told him about your work. About how lonely you were and how hard it was to meet people nowadays. Not that they’d listen like Nepen would. You almost looked forward to your chats. Talking with Nepen…it felt like he was really there, like he listened and agreed with you. Like he provided his own response to you in his own way. You chuckled while sitting in the bay window, looking down at the plant. “Yeah, I know Nepen, I sound crazy.” You stood up and turned back to the plant, pressing a small kiss to the bulb of the pitcher. “But at least you listen to me”

A loud knock on your side door in the kitchen made you groan one day. Those people who delivered your cousin’s products always got your front door and side door confused. You walked down the hallway and passed the entrance to the living room where Nepen sat. “Morning, Nepen!” you called as you walked past and into the kitchen to open the door. You picked up the package and looked at it. This one seemed a bit bigger. You planned on just leaving it in the living room and recording later. You walked into the living room, package in hand and set it down on the couch. You messed with your camera, turning it on and waiting for the screen to start up. When it gave the noise that the camera was ready you pressed the record button and looked through the lens to see what angle it was at. You nearly toppled over the camera at what you saw. Nepen was almost six or more times bigger than it was when you first got him. What. The. Fuck? You set the package down alongside your usual camera set up and walked closer to examine the plant. You lifted his leaves and examined each one. No change other than the size. You lifted the lid of the pitcher and checked inside. You had to stand on your tiptoes to see in. The inside of the plant was clear, filled with that same sticky liquid from before. You thought Nepenthes let the bugs pile up and they had to be cleaned out. Instead you saw what looked like some bulbous head down in the middle. It was yellow and protruded from just above the hole where the stem connected. The-thing started small at the bottom and flared out the closer it got towards the surface. A large round and ribbed head sat on top of the flare. Nepenthes didn’t usually have these. Well, this isn't a Nepenthes, you had no idea what this plant was. You chewed your lip in thought as you set up your camera and began your review.

Ok. Now this was getting ridiculous. Three weeks had gone by and this plant had more than triple in fucking size. You had to replace the pot so many times- getting that stupid sticky liquid all over yourself. Sometimes it made your skin tingle and it felt good sometimes. For some reason you had been feeding the plant more often and each time you did- it got bigger the next day. A fascinated part of you wanted to see how big it was but this was too much. But, this morning you had walked out of your room and had fallen on your ass.

Nepenshad grown to maybe six feet in height, from the very top of his stem all the way down to his roots. It's a miracle that the pot didn’t break. His brown leaves seemed big enough to lay on, their waxy sheen reflecting sunlight. As a matter of fact you could lay on the damn things and they probably would break. But what really shocked you was the pitcher. He was so big you could have crawled inside. The lid was bright green with a red nub sitting on top. The lip of the plant was also green but this time it was lined with red. The green immediately switched to a dark purple that remained until it ombre into the yellow of the stem. He twitched and pulsed when you entered the room. Nepen let out soft purrs and coos that bubbled from going through the liquid inside. The light from the bay window shined through the window and outlined a shape in the pitcher. You squinted your eyes and looked closer, you could make out a tail, floating in the liquid. There was a furry look to it, four paws and…oh no. You shrieked and ran outside your house, phone in hand. First, you called the green house shop. The phone didn’t even ring. You got a message saying the number you called didn't exist. Bullshit it didn’t exist! The proof was in your goddamn living room! Next you called your friend. You didn’t know if they’d even pick up. It’s nice like you were even close. They just hung out because they were in town. What if-

“Hello?”

You nearly sobbed in relief at hearing their voice. “Hey! Oh my god dude, I need you here.” You begged, panic clearly ringing through your voice. “I don’t know who to call, maybe some fucking exterminator or something, I just!” Your friend cut you off.

“Woah woah, slow down man. What did you say? Exterminator? What’s going on?”

“It’s Nepen!” You exclaimed into the phone. “He’s fucking huge! He ate my GODDAMN CAT!” You sobbed into the phone and covered your mouth to avoid taking heaving breaths. “Nepen?” Your friend said through the phone, confused. “Wait, you mean the plant?!” You let out another shaking sob. “I know the worker said the plant could get big, but dude this thing is big enough to eat men, he's moving and he's making noise- I- I don't feel safe here. Please can you come here?!” Your friend tried their best to comfort you through the phone, assuring that they’ll be on the next bus and will be there by tonight, for now just find a reason to stay out of your house.

Hours later you waited at the bus stop, still in shock of what had happened this morning. You had tried to eat something but everytime you eventually threw it up.You shivered and wrapped your coat around yourself tighter, despite the warm weather out, and bounced your leg. A squeal of the bus breaks caught your attention and your head shot up. The city bus squealed to a halt in front of the stop you were at and eventually the doors hissed open, revealing your friend. They jumped down the bus steps and you met within with a relieved hug. “Are you ok?!” they asked, parting with you. You nod shakily, “You need to see it.” Your friend had brought their backpack just in case they needed to spend the night and from the looks of you, they probably did.

You shakily got out your keys and unlocked your side kitchen door. With one final breath you pushed the door open and stomped inside before you lost your nerve, friend in tow. You creeped into the house while your friend closed the door behind themselves and just waltzed in. “Where is Nepen at- Woah!” They exclaimed going from the kitchen to the living room. Their eyes bugged out and their mouth dropped open at the sight of the large plant. It twisted and shuddered around, occasionally flexing his lid. Your friend turned heel and slid back into the kitchen with you. “I thought you were exaggerating-” “I absolutely was not!” You hissed. Your friend thought for a moment, “What about pouring plant killer down its mouth?” They suggested. You shook your head. “Who’s going to get close enough to spray him?” Your friend bit their thumb in thought. They silently began to scrounge for ideas. “You know, maybe we should call some kind of pest control or something. Tell them about what happened.” They said finally, pulling out their phone. You sighed and leaned against the counter. “You’re going to have to look up the closest one. We don’t have one in this town.” Your friend opened their search engine and quickly typed in ‘Pest control near me’. They walked over and leaned against the counter next to you. “Would pest control or animal control be better?” They looked over at you. Plants could be pests in some cases- but was Nepen even a plant anymore? You raised one hand thinking aloud. “Well on one hand, pest control has all these sprays you know? Foggers, gasses, and poison that could deal with Nepens.” You raised your other hand, looking down at it. “On the other hand animal control has like, tranquilizers, I think…” Your friend sighed and looked back down at their phone. “No, pest control is better. They are equipped to kill things.” You looked towards the living room entrance regretfully. Kill? As stupid as it was, you got close to the plant. You spoke to him, and he listened to you almost. But, no. You need to remember. This thing ate your CAT! Your friend began to dial the pest control number and set it on speaker.

“Hello, thank you for calling Johnny’s Pest Control Service. My name is Manny, how can I help you?” A pleasant voice asked over the phone. “Hi,” Your friend said, “I have a carnivorous plant that has uh, sorta gotten out of control and I need someone to come down as soon as you can to kill it. I don't want it trimmed, moved, anything. I need it dead.” They declared into the phone. “A carnivorous plant? That's new. Well we don’t have any room for emergency appointments today, but we can put you on a waiting list for the first emergency team tomorrow and have them get to you right away?” The man on the phone offered. “If that doesn’t sound ok with you we can schedule something.”

“No!” You interjected quickly. “We want to be on the list for the immediate team.” Your voice was shaky as you kept an eye on the living room entrance. A few clicks came from the other end of the phone line. “Alright then, I have a notification set to be sent out first thing in the morning to our teams and wrote a note just to be sure.” You and your friend both sighed in relief. “Thank you, thank you very much.” Your friend said as they hung up the phone. You slide down the counter and onto the ground in a sitting position. “Hey,” your friend lowered down to squat next to you. “Hey, it's ok we're getting someone here.” You closed your eyes and nodded with a groan. “Do you want something to eat? I can cook something-” Your friend looked up and around the kitchen, ready to make some food. “No,” you groaned out. “Can we just… go to bed?” you opened your eyes and turned to your friend, exhausted. Your friend nodded and reached down to take your hand. They pulled you up, “Yeah, we can go to bed. Uh. This may sound weird but, I don't want to be alone if that thing-""God, no. Me too!” you already knew what your friend was going to ask. “I actually would prefer it if you slept with me.” Nepen growled from the other room, spitting out gobs of liquid as he did. They splashed onto the floor making the two of you jump. “Yeah,” Your friend began to drag you along down the hallway to your room. “Yep!” you agreed as the two of you ran down to safety. Passing the living room entrance on the way. You stole a glance of the purple monster as it began to move even more, gurgling and whimpering out for you.

You slammed the door to your bedroom shut as the two of you made it inside, breathing hard. “Why me?” You asked, flopping onto your bed. Your friend dropped their back pack onto the floor and sighed, sitting next to you. “I don’t know man…” They reached down and unzipped their back, pulling out some toothpaste and a toothbrush. “But let's just get ready for bed.” You rolled over and nodded in agreement. You pushed yourself up off the bed and went over to your dresser, rummaging around for a T shirt and a clean pair of boxers. “Yep…”

While your friend brushed their teeth and got ready for bed in the bathroom, you tugged off your clothes and threw them in the hamper. You pulled on your pajamas and sat on the bed patiently until it was time to switch. When your friend got out and you went in, you were methodical. Brushing your teeth slowly. You felt numb at the situation. You stared off into the mirror until you felt a drop of toothpaste on your hand, reminding you to spit into the sink and rinse your mouth. You turned off the light and left the bathroom to see your friend standing there. “Uh,” they hugged a pillow to their chest sheepishly. “I didn’t know what side of the bed you usually slept on so- so I just waited.” They admitted, scratching the back of their neck bashfully. “Doesn't matter.” You muttered back, crawling onto the side closest to the bathroom. Your friend copied you and crawled under the sheets on the other side, adjusting their pillow accordingly. “Hey,” they whispered to get your attention. You let out a hum and turned on your side to see them better. “It’ll be ok.” They smiled, trying to be reassuring. You rolled back over and reached for your lamp. “Let's hope so.” you replied, turning out the light.

You woke up to screaming that night. Your friend grabs your arm and dig their nails into you, drawing blood. You shot up out of bed and on instinct grabbed them back, tightly. Once you blinked the grog out of your eyes you finally assessed what was going on. Your friend desperately clung to you, they were fixed on a large yellow vine wrapping around thie leg and ragging them out of bed. You pulled back against the vine with effort, but you couldn’t di too much against the strength of Nepen. Your friend shrieked and kicked at the plant with all their might before another vine had grabbed onto their other leg. With the combined strength of both vines, your friend was ripped from your arms and onto the floor. They clawed at the floor, screaming your name.

“Help! FUcking do something!” They sobbed, nails etching marks into the floor as they were dragged out of the room. You jumped out of bed on pure adrenaline and chased after your friend. In the hallway just before the house opened up into the kitchen/living room you grabbed onto your friends hands. You braced your legs against the doorframe and tried to pull back with all your might. But it was no use. Another vibe came out of nowhere and wrapped around your middle, ripping you away from your friend. “Put him down!” They screamed, furiously beating at the plant vines with their fists. Nepen dragged the two of you into the living room and growled lowly at your friend. The liquid within his pitcher sloshed about and splashed on the floor. Spraying you and your friend a bit. Your friend struggled, doing everything they could. They pulled at the vines, bit them, kicked them. But nothing stopped Nepen from lifting them into the air. Your friend inhaled one last time to scream profanities at the monster, when Nepen’s vines wrapped around their neck, snapping it.

You froze, stopping your struggling and covered your mouth in shock. You let out muffled screams as Nepen dropped your friend's body onto the floor with a thud. Their eyes were still open. Staring at you. Nepen began to lift up as well slightly and you began your struggle again. “No!” you begged, tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Please, please don’t! Nepen!” Nepen didn’t appear to be listening to you. He brought you closer and closer to the opening of his pitcher and opened his lid. You reached your hands out to prevent it from falling on top of you and sending you into his stomach. But that wasn’t Nepen’s goal. You groaned at the gross feeling of Nepen rubbing the underside of his lid on your palms, sticky glands on either side of his lid were dripping liquid into you. It smelled sweet and it tingled. You ripped your hands away in shock, allowing Nepen to press your face into the glands instead. You coughed and heaved as the liquid smeared across your face and got into your mouth. You swallowed and gagged trying to clear your airways. The liquid must have had something in it because it burned all the way down your throat. You felt it enter your stomach and the burning feeling began to spread throughout your body. Your limbs began to feel heavy and you could barely move. Not that you were tired, you just didn't have the energy to lift your arms. The burning was the worst at your crotch. You moaned and thre your head back, still dangling in the air, as you felt blood pump to your cock. Nepen squeezed your middrift within his vines adding to the pressure. You tried to struggle once more but that just made it worse. The movement grazed your cock and send shivers up your spine.

Nepen purred at the sight of you. You had tears running down your face and you let out little grunts trying to get away from the sensations you were experiencing. Nepen lifted you higher and opened his lid once more, lowering you into his pitcher. You mumbled out ‘no’s’ as he lowered you in, your back resting on his lip. The liquid inside his cup felt warm and it did not harm your skin. Your boxers and lower half of your shirt however fizzed and dissolved away as he lowered you within. That large prick you saw before when Nepen was small. The yellow one with the flared tip and ball. It is even bigger now than it was before. Nearly as long as your godman leg. You whined and struggled some more. Still believing that you were going to be eaten by your plant. Your friend’s lifeless body on the ground was beginning to grow cold. ‘He’s probably saving the meal for later.’ The thought made you cry out. But the grinding of Nepen’s prick against your cock made the cry turn into a lower moan. Nepen’s lid clamped out on you, trapping your upper half outside of his body and your elbows down inside his liquid filled pitcher. Nepen rolled you in his mouth, grinding you against his prick. The texture of it was waxy and ridged. You wanted to be disgusted but your body just felt so good. You moaned out lowly, still trying to fight. Nepen extended more growths off of his stem and slipped them into the pitcher with you. The smooth vines wrapped around the shaft of your cock and began to pump it slowly and experimentally. Sometimes you’d jack off in the living room and Nepen would listen. He wanted to hear the sounds you’d make before. You squirmed and let out light whines as Nepen dragged the thin vines up and down your cock. He cooed and slithered the vines down to cup and squeeze your balls. This made you yelp a bit and look down at Nepen’s lid as best you could -unable to see what was happening. Pleasure climbed its way up your spider as Nepen ran the tips of his vines around your tip, he especially ran his vines between the slit on your cock. You swallowed a loud yelp mixed with a gasp and Nepen slipped his vine into your urethra experimentally. Nepen purred at the noise, making the liquid you sat in bubble. He continued to strike your tip and shaft up and down as he worked his stem in and out of your urethra. The inside of your cock felt strained and burned every time he moved. But it felt so fucking good. It made you throw your head back and legs shake. You breathed out little hiccups and whined as he squeezed your cock once more. You looked down once more in confusion as you felt all stems leave your body at once. The one within you pulled out quick and scraped against your sides making you arch your back.

That liquid that you swallowed earlier was affecting you. You were sweating and panting already. When Nepen’s touch left you you rolled your hips in his juices feeling so much from the smallest stimulation of the liquid’s current running against you. Your head was foggy and your nipples ached from phantom pleasure. Nepen prodded your rear gently with his stems, the liquid you sat in acted as lube making you slick and smooth everywhere. The stem slipped in with a harsh pop. “MMmmn!” You bit your lips trying to muffle the sounds that came from you. Nepens prodded around your insides, curling and uncurling his stems. They just barely touched your prostate so you grinded down back on them. You gasped loudly and you felt Nepen flinch around you. “There!” you gurgled, closing your eyes and squeezing them shut. You rolled your hips down so his stmes kept hitting your special spot. Nepen slowly began to understand and started moving again, this time continuously hitting yout pretty pleasure button. He slithered another few vines around your cock and began to pump again. The combined effort set a brutal pace and you could hear the gross movement from through the liquid. You gurgled out a moan and bit your lip so hard you almost drew blood. Nepen pumped and propped and pushed in every way he could. It was torture how fast your orgasm was creeping up onto you, you were so fucking close. His stems slithered out and pulled your ass open and your legs apart. Nepen pressed the ball of his prick against your ass hole and you felt your heart catch in your throat.

“Wait no! Nepen, you didn't prep! That wasn’t enough-!” You let out a loud scream as Nepen pressed his round tip in. Your ass stretched painfully and you tried to force yourself to relax to make it as easy as possible for you. It was hard though, even with Nepen’s fluid flooding your insides and slicking them up. Your ass felt like it was sitting in cold slime but it was on fucking fire at the same time. You felt tears begin to gather in your eyes as Nepen’s tip finally popped it. You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding, making your headache. Nepen moved his prick back and forth, it didn’t do much. It simply pulled against your asshole- never pulling out just tugging. You figured this was the best you’ll get for stretching and you had to think fast before he tried to ram the rest of the giant thing up you. You clawed the insides of Nepen and began to lift your hips up, you popped out half of Nepen’s rounded tip before he gurgled in panic and rammed back into you. “UGh! Fuck!’ You yelled out in a mix of pain and pleasure. You looked down at the plant, already panting hard. “Nepen ,” You said slowly, “I’m not trying to stop this but I need to get used to this…” You tried to explain to him as best you could. You paused for a moment thinking he was processing what you instead, but instead Nepen took this chance to push harder, forcing your ass to engulf the large flare beneath his tip. You actually screamed this time, whose spherical tip was pressed right against your proteste. The fared bottom was forcing a bugle in your stomach, tapering down so your asshole could actually relax a bit more. You squirm at the pain only causing more stimulation to your prostate.

“Ha-Oh fuck.” You squeaked out, feeling your predicament. Nepen wasn’t going to wait. He wanted you now. He began to pull his ridged prick out. “Nepen-Please!” You begged. “I need a moment!” But your pleas remained unanswered. He only forced his way back inside and stole the air from your lungs. His yellowed dick seemed to be secreting something. It was thicker than the liquid you were sitting in and made your ass relax some more. You tingled as some dripped out and mixed in with the outside juices. Nepen slowly increased his speed but kept the same level of thrusts. He went faster but not harder. You let out moans each time he pushed into you. The liquid within the pitcher closed up and would graze your nipples. Your chest tingled as the top of your shirt dissolved where the liquid splashed. Nepen continued the pace letting out more of his purrs bringing you closer and closer to your edge. He opened his lid fully and you had to quickly reach up and grab the sides of his lip to prevent yourself from falling into the liquid. The sight of Nepen pounding you makes you drool in awe. “Oh, god.” You watched as each time Nepen pulled back and thrusted in a large bulge formed in your stomach. Your legs shook and trembled as you attempted to compensate for the large girth. You were so close just a little more!

Nepen quickly and painfully pulled himself from you. The nectar that his prick produced began to flood the pitcher, raising the level. Your mouth dropped open in surprise. “Did you just-?” Nepen didn't let you finish as he grabbed your arms with his vines and threw you forwards. You grabbed onto where his lid met his body and held tight. His cock was pressed right against you, nectar pouring out still and dripping onto your head. A large glob ran down your back and you had to wipe your eyes clear. You gingerly pressed your lips against his top and gave Nepen kitten licks. He let out content purrs and pressed your further into his cock. It proudly stood over your head and you swallowed, thankful he didn’t try to fit the whole thing inside you. For now. You felt something squeeze down on your cock and you looked down as best you could. The hole just under Nepen’s cock had engulfed your cock within it. This was the hole that led to his stem.

“HA! Oh Oh OH SHIT FUCK!” you screamed and clawed down on Nepen’s cock. He had started to move you quickly and roughly, forcing you to fuck his hole. It was warm compared to the liquid around you and it squeezed around you in different areas at once. It was like a nice warm throat. Nepen’s movement was awkward and rough so you placed your hands on the lip of his pitcher once more and began to take control. You rolled your hips slowly and fucked the hole gently. You moaned at the stimulation and began to lick up and down Nepen’s cock as best you could. The constant movement and previous monster in your ass made your hips ache with pain. Nepen gladly took back over, rolling you into him. He wanted you to cum right into his stem. To fill him up and mix your cum with his. He’d be digesting it for weeks to savor the flavor. Nepen slipped his vines within your ass once more and began to pet your prostate as he rolled your hips. The combined pleasure brought tears to your eyes and you couldn't hold back anymore from the teasing.

“Nepen! Please, I’m gonna cum!” You yelled to the monster, gripping onto the monster’s cock. Nepen just moved faster waiting for you to bust this time. “Oh SHit!” you exclaimed. The cord within your stomach that was building the whole time finally snapped and you began to spill within Nepen. Small strings of white escaped from the hole and began to float around you, mixing with the liquid you were in. But Nepen didn't stop. He keeps moving you, purrs getting louder and louder. “Nepen!” You yelled, “Stop! It’s too much, much!” Nepen didn’t listen, he just kept slamming you into him until a large spurt came from his prick. You looked up and an orange thick substance, the nectar from before, fell right onto your face and into your open mouth. He tasted sweet and it was intoxicating. You wiped the cum out of your eyes and breathed hard, trying to catch your breath. You pushed away from Nepen’s lid to rest over the other side of him. You rested there and looked towards your friend’s still dead body.

Maybe, just maybe, a larger than life carnivorous plant wasn’t too bad to keep in your house. Besides…you already had his next meal. You smiled and laid your head down.

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adrians-ass · 11 months

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beg for it

– miguel o'hara x male reader.

cw; dom!miguel, sub male!reader, miguel is mean in this, a little non-con but you (the reader) is into it, rough sex, impact play, praise, degradation, breeding kink, a little surprise at the end, miguel speaks spanish in this (i google translated it so if it's not good, sorry). also, this is 4k words and no, i won't do the "MDNI" because y'all ignore it anyway.

It seemed like you were just rubbing it in his face that he couldn't catch you, no matter how hard he tried. Sure, there were times where he almost caught you, but you slipped out of his grasp before he could finally put a stop to this.

Until one day, Miguel did catch you.

And he wasn't nice about it.

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You were swinging through rooftops, easily dodging Miguel, laughing underneath your mask. The chase was so fun and enthralling that adrenaline began to pump through your veins, kindling a fire to brew and burst through the crevices of your chest and —

And then your foot slips, causing you to lose balance as you stumbled off the rooftop and landed on the dumpster, back erupting in agony as you gasped.

Fuck, you couldn't help but think as you rolled off the dumpster and landed on your side, air rushing out of your chest as you once again gasped. You laid there for a few seconds, breathing — no — gulping in air desperately. Then, you hear feet smack on the ground by the end of the alleyway and you freeze.

You almost forgot about Miguel because of the white-hot flashes of agony coursing through your body, nails digging into the filthy ground as you forced your gaze up and there he was, standing menacingly.

You could make out his broad chest, his wide shoulders, his tiny waist, and how his fists were curled up.

In other circumstances, you would find him drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, beautiful. Miguel isn't gross, or ugly, or any negative symptom.

But at this moment, you aren’t thinking about his beauty or his fat voluptuous ass, or his deep voice, or—

Goddamn, stop being down bad! And so you focus on the fact that you're absolutely screwed as you turned around and tried to crawl — your muscles burning and aching as you did so, panting.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Your words are cut off as you heard Miguel’s callous, harsh laughter.

You could hear him approaching — footsteps slow, but loud enough to ring in the otherwise empty alleyway.

“My, my, what do we have here?” Miguel rasped, chuckling to himself; it's muffled because of his mask and you tried to crawl more, but your muscles were screaming. “And here, I thought I could never catch you, after all this time.”

You grunted, hearing Miguel’s footsteps stop before the heel of his foot digs into the lower end of your back, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

“And now?” He presses harder on your back, making you groan, “I have you here. Alone. Maybe injured.”

You can't help but shake your head, attempting to crane it upward so your gaze can meet his own; a throbbing sensation in your head forces it back down, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I–I’m not alone—”

Miguel laughs again, digging his heel harder. “Stop the lies,” he hissed. Then, he removes his foot and you decide that it's either definitely getting locked up or trying to salvage what you can of yourself.

You begin to lift yourself up on your elbows, arms trembling as you try to use one of your web shooters to yank a broken chair down the alleyway, but Miguel is faster.

He immediately drops to sit on your fucking backside, pressing down, down, down, until you're forced on the ground again; his hand had encircled around your wrist and he slams it down, uncaring and unkind as you grimced in pain.

“Fuck!” You cried out in pain, trying to wriggle from beneath the man, but he quickly used his other hand to grip the base of your neck and slam it down onto the cement; pain explodes in your skull, affliction rushing through your blood and you weep.

“Stop fucking moving,” Miguel growled in your ear, and you do, chest wheezing with bated breaths. Everything fucking hurts and you let yourself become limp for a moment; the presence of Miguel doesn't leave. In fact, he leans away for a moment before he’s leaning over you again, minty breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

A shudder ripples through your frame and you have to hold yourself back from whimpering, feeling Miguel's hand tangle in your dark tresses as he grips them, yanking your head back.

“You’re trapped, you little shit, I have all of my crew on speed dial.” Miguel says, warning in his voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing. Warmth pools in your stomach and you're trying, desperately, to fight against it.

Not now, you think to yourself as you could feel Miguel’s talons scraping and digging into your scalp, causing beads of crimson to drip down the slope of your temple.

And sure, like any other person, they would have cried in pain because it hurts, but you? No. You liked it.

“Fuck, I—” Your voice is breathy, quiet. You can feel yourself slowly getting hard in the suit; it constricts around your cock and you squirm, holding in the moan at the contact. “It wasn't — I was just…messing with you.”

Miguel is quiet for a moment, his breath harsh before he snarls out, “Just messing with me? You kept ruining the multiverse, and we had to clean up your damn mess! Eres estúpido,” He finished in Spanish and wow.

You swallow again, trying to clear the lumpiness and tightness in it as you whispered, “I…It wasn't like that …I just—”

Miguel slams your head back on the concert and hisses, “Save it! I don't want to hear your fucking excuses, maldito mocoso.”

His tone is harsh, yet there's a hint of huskiness and rasp in it that makes your back bow, just a little. Of course, nothing goes unnoticed with Miguel, and he grabs your neck; his talons barely missing the fabric of your suit.

“You think I haven't noticed?”

You freeze, nails digging into the dirty ground, trying to control the storm brewing. “Noticed…what?” Your reply is quiet, but Miguel is in your space, in your face, his breath fanning over your ear and over the side of your face; your mask had slipped a little to expose these features, and you were terrified that he would know who you were.

“The fact that you're enjoying this,” he breathily says, warm lips brushing along your ear. “You like this, huh? Does it turn you on when men like me chase you?”

You don't know what to say. He isn't wrong, the evidence in your suit that is too damn tight, a bead of precum dribbling from the tip of your shaft.

And — when Miguel pressed his hips against the curve of your ass — you could feel him and fuck, he’s big.

“S’fine, I—” Miguel huffs, before pushing some of your mask up a little more, making you try to claw at his arm and he quickly pins that.

“Don't you fucking dare,” Miguel growled, before he forcefully twisted your head to the side as he hungrily pressed his lips against yours; it's rough, unkind, as he devours your trembling whines. He swallows them as Miguel wrapped an arm around your neck, fingers caressing over your jaw, squeezing it until you mewl.

He pulls back, inhaling sharply as spit connects your lips before he leaned in again, kissing you once more.

This time, he's a little more gentle, swiping at your bottom lip and you open your mouth, letting him inside.

Your tongues brush against each other and you moan, swirling yours along his and he groans, scraping his talons along your cheek.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, pulling away as he pressed more kisses along the curve of your cheek, then your jaw, until he huffs and pulls back. “Fuckin’ look at you, cariño, you're a mess.“ He thumbs at your swollen lips and you can't help but whimper.

Your eyes are blown wide and your face is flushed, body warm and hot and needy as your hips bucked against the ground; Miguel easily noticed and pushed your head back down, making sure to sit back on your legs for a moment as you writhed.

“What are you…what are you going to do?” You asked, voice quiet; hints of nervousness slips into your tone and you wonder, briefly, if Miguel can notice.

When he replies, he either hasn't noticed, or doesn't care enough to comment. Both seem suitable. “Use your brain, what do you think I’m going to do?”

You hear his talons rip down your suit and you gasp, trying to crawl away; you knew what was to come and you wanted no part of it.

“No, no, stop—” You cried but Miguel held you down, pinning both of your wrists and squeezing them so hard until you sob, face buried into the ground.

Yet, your cock twitches, more precum leaking and your suit is stained; Miguel is an asshole, a menace, but he makes your body so hot that it feels like it could boil over.

You want this.

It seems like Miguel has read your mind because he leans down and whispers, “Don't fucking pretend you hate this. Remember, you got hard first.”

He's not wrong.

“Miguel, I—” You gulp, accidentally brushing your ass against his clothed cock and moaning.

He leans back his hips and tsks. “If you want it, you gotta beg for it, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy. Pretty boy. Pretty—

Miguel just said you're pretty and your brain is melting, so you're nodding, words almost slurring as you whispered;

“Please.”

He doesn't shift for a moment before a shallow “fuck” escapes his lips and you can hear movement, a zipper sound, then something is rubbing along your ass and you know it's his cock.

“Can't wait until I’m filling up this ass of yours, what do you think, hm? I know you can take me. Boys like you will do anything to be fucked. Isn't that right, querido?”

You nod, moaning as he ripped more of your suit until your ass was exposed; Miguel easily maneuvers you until you were onto your hands and knees, a groan escaping your mouth as your cock hung between your thighs.

God, you were so hard, that it physically pained you.

Miguel's large hands roamed over the dip and curves of your supple ass, before squeezing it and giving a nice, rough smack; the flesh jiggles you and you groan, arching your back deeper.

“Mhm, good boy, just like that — keep that back arched,” Miguel muttered as he spread your cheeks and leaned forward, blowing warm air over your hole.

A whine escaped your lips as you wiggled your hips, desperate. “Please, Miguel, need it—”

“Is that so, slut? You think you deserve this? My tongue, lapping over your hole, hand wrapped around that pathetic cock of yours that just keeps fucking leaking,” Miguel growled out the last part as his large hand engulfs the base of your dick and squeezes tightly, forcing a muffled cry from your lips.

You were trembling, toes curling as you nodded, breaths ragged. “Please, please, need it—ngh—so badly,” you begged, nails clawing at the ground as Miguel stroked from base to tip, tightening his palm around the head as he stroked over the glans; sensitivity flowing through your veins as tears sprung to your tears.

Miguel curses, “Suenas hermoso — necesito hacerte sentir bien,” and then Miguel dives forward to push his warm tongue along the curve of your hole before flicking it, making you moan as you sink your head down onto the ground. Pleasure wracks up and down your spine, thighs trembling.

You peek one eye open as you watch Miguel wrap his hand around his cock and squeeze the base, grunting into your hole; he pulls back and spits on it before slurping, relaxing you enough so he can ease his tongue inside, making a surprised groan leave your mouth.

“Oh, god, please–” You whined, back arching deeper, trying to get a hand around your dick to release some pressure but Miguel is quicker, slapping it away.

He pulls back, making sure to collect the precum that has been leaking on his palm to smear it over your asshole, before easing one finger in; it's easy and you relax, grunting. His fingers are thick as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, groaning himself.

“Just like that, babyboy,” Miguel’s voice is encouraging and you shudder, letting yourself relax more as he pushes all the way knuckle deep. A gasp leaves your lips and you squirm, uncomfortableness stretching across the pane and curve of your frame.

Miguel wraps his other hand around your cock, tugging on it. It's clear he’s trying to distract you. “I know you can take it, like I said.”

You pant, but nod anyway. “I—I can,” you stumble over your words and feel sweat roll down your temple.

“That’s right.”

You think about his talons and shift, “You haven't scratched me with your talons, at least, in my ass.”

Miguel thrusts another finger inside, making you grimace. Wrong thing to say, then?

“Sounds like you're asking me to do it.” He says it like a statement, not a question, and you shake your head quickly before opening your mouth; no words of such slip out, instead, a moan falls from it as he scissors you open easily.

He keeps stroking you, making you pant and moan in bliss. Miguel then proceeds to curl his fingers upward and —

“Fuck!” You cursed in the open, gasping as he hit your prostate, and you moaned wantonly. Miguel continues to press on the bundle of nerves, forcing back-to-back cries and squeals from you.

Miguel grunts, leaning over you as he eased his hand off your cock. “You sound so good, sweetheart. Like a little mutt in fucking heat, dontcha agree?”

You're nodding, but you're too deep in your pleasure to really think as you gasp, feeling him stroke over it consistently. The tightness in your balls, your stomach, in your chest slowly begins to unfurl as you claw at Miguel's forearm that rested next to your head.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, Miguel—ngh, hah—so close, m’so close—!” You squealed, but then he slips his fingers out, forcing your climax to settle down before it could explode. You slump down onto the floor, limbs quivering.

Miguel easily rolls you onto your back, his suit pooling around his waist and the front part tucked under his heavy balls; broad chest covered in little scars here and there, nipples hardened, waist snatched and wide shoulders hunched over as Miguel caressed over your smaller frame.

“Even though your mask is halfway up, you still look good—” You tried saying, but Miguel slaps a hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes.

“Shut up,” and then he pulls his hand away before he lifts your legs up and settles them over his shoulders, forcing your body to slide up as one of his large hands grip your waist, the other wrapping around the base.

You look down and swallow, tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips. “I know you said, uh—”

Miguel glares at you, face scrunching in annoyance, fangs poking over his bottom lip.

“But…I don't think it’ll fit, I mean, you only prepped me a little and–”

Miguel rolls his neck as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your wet hole, looking up; his dark, crimson eyes stare into yours as he says, “Then we’ll make it fit, you fucking slut.”

Then he pushed the head inside, slowly, but the stretch was unbearable as your back bowed and your chest was exposed; Miguel greedily touched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers, making a whine leave your lips.

“F–Fuck, Miguel,” you moaned, feeling him push his cock deeper, carving himself in and out of your hole. It felt amazing, yet it hurt so much, you knew it was gonna ache after, but in the moment? You didn't care.

He keeps pushing, panting as he wraps his hand back around your trimmed waist, squeezing it. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, so goddamn tight — might make me cum raw in you,” and then he eased more of himself into you.

You freeze, blinking as you look at him. Shit, you forgot to ask if he had a condom or not, and you know you wouldn't get pregnant but still…STDS and shit.

“Condom?” You pant, trying to push against his large chest, but he’s quick to shove you back roughly and essentially trap you so you can't move; you realize belatedly that you're in the mating press position and moan, writhing.

Miguel is all the way in and fuck it hurts yet the stretch is so good, you find your hands digging and clawing at his muscular biceps because of it. You can't tell if you want to beg for more or ask him to pull out.

“Too late for that, cariño, but it's s’fine, isn't it? Whores like you just take it like this — raw and deep so they can breed you, right?” Miguel’s voice is husky and raspy, it brings a shudder down your spine and you can't help but whimper at his words, writhing some more.

“Not—” You gasped, toes curling as you felt his hips roll forward, almost pushing you back. “Not true, Miguel, not—”

He’s shaking his head and leaning into your space, large frame pressing you down, down, down, until you whimper. “It is true, and you can't deny it. Admit it, baby, admit that you're a fucking whore.”

The thick head of his dick is pressing against your prostate and you moan, arching your back as he slowly pulls himself out, then pushes back in.

“Say it,” Miguel hissed, pushing himself out faster before ramming his hips forward, jolting you back and you have to hold onto him; your eyes are watering, cock twitching and leaking precum, it ends up smearing across the pane of your stomach as you nod.

You sob out, “Yes, yes, I’m a whore,” and moan as he grinds against your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” Miguel murmured, a wicked grin on his pretty lips. “Since you said it, I’m gonna reward you like the good little slut you are.”

Miguel begins a deep, but hard rhythmic pace as his hips and balls slap against your ass, his head near your face as he grunts in your ear; his harsh breaths fanning across your sweaty face as you cling onto him and squeal when he pulls back and forces himself back inside, each time.

“Hah—ah—yes! Miguel, please, harder—” You cry out, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he folds you completely in half, making a gasp rip from your throat as he placed his arms next to your head and tangled his fingers with yours.

He continues to fuck you like this, making your eyes roll back as your mouth falls open; streams of unfiltered, breathy whines escape your mouth and you can barely keep your eyes open.

“Look at me,” Miguel rasped, his own voice cracking as you trembled.

Miguel buried himself to the hilt, grinding against your prostate as you sobbed, eyes flying open as you writhed.

“M–Miguel, please…” You begged hopelessly, jolting from the constant pleasure on your spot. “Keep going, need it, need you to fuck me stupid and–”

He looked at you and then boldly pushed your mask off, gazing into your watery eyes as he brushed away your locks. Fear sinks deep and low into your stomach and you quickly look away, trying — (failing) — to hide your face.

“Chico hermoso,” Miguel whispers, before using his hand to brush off his own mask, then he dips down to kiss your bruised lips. It's soft, too soft, before he rested his forehead against yours.

You feel your throat tighten. “M–Miguel?” Your voice breaks.

Then, he pulls away and settles his arms around your head once more before saying; “You wouldn't look at me like I asked.”

Miguel then keeps pounding into you, mercilessly and ruthlessly as you hold onto him, nails carving into his flesh. Your cock is trapped between both of your sweaty bodies and you wrap around him, moaning into his ear.

“Taking me so fuckin’ well like I knew you would,” Miguel groaned, thrusting into you faster. “Been wanting to do this since I laid eyes on you, muñeca.”

You rake your nails down his broad back and hear him moan, hips spluttering before he resumes; not stopping, even though your limbs are trembling as you feel your stomach begin to tighten.

The orgasm from earlier is creeping on you and your back barely arched as your head pushed back against the ground, eyes rolling back. You can feel it getting closer, rolling in the pit of your stomach, settling beneath your bones and in your cock.

“Miguel, please, please, s’close, please–!” You cried, holding him closer as he erratically rutted into you, panting in your ear.

The rope in your stomach is loosening, forcing you to hold onto Miguel even more and you sob, “Miguel!”

He groans, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. “You wanna cum for me, hm?”

Nodding, you claw at his back again. “M’gonna cum, fuck, I’m so close—ngh—let me cum, Miguel, please, I need it–”

Miguel huffs and tangles his fingers with yours again, removing his face from your forehead to whisper into your ear, “Beg for it, mi amor.”

Your voice pitches into desperation as your orgasm begins to unravel, “Please, please, please, Miguel I need it, I need to cum—ngh—please, I’m desperate, I’ll do anything just to cum, let me cum,” and you sob, tears rushing down your cheeks as Miguel groaned.

“Go ahead, baby, let go for me — be a good boy and cum for me,” Miguel rasps and you do, your orgasm untangling at the seams as it washes over you in waves; your heart thrumming hard as you wailed into his shoulder, body jerking and spasming from the intensity.

Ropes of cum paint both of your stomachs but Miguel doesn't even seem to care as he ruthlessly fucks into you. He’s animalistic in the way he pounds into you, unrelenting and unforgiving.

You can't even formulate a response or a moan because of how hard he’s fucking you; all you can do is hold onto him and rut your softening cock against his toned stomach, the aftershocks of your orgasm still making you spasm.

“Gonna fill you up sweetheart and breed your pretty hole — joder cariño, ya voy..” Miguel hisses, giving a few more hard thrusts before his hips stutter as he lets out a breathy moan. His talons accidentally dig into your hands and cause blood to spill because of how much he’s coming.

Both of your breathing is heavy and ragged as he slumps against you, releasing your hands as Miguel sighed, propping himself onto his elbows.

“I hurt you—”

You shrug and mumble, “S’fine. I’ve been a brat recently.”

Miguel hums before his tongue darts out to lick up the blood easily, soothing his tongue over the cuts before he pulls back, grunting. “All cleaned up.”

“It’ll heal, Mig, so it's fine,” you stressed and the man huffs, nuzzling against your cheek with a grunt.

His voice is muffled as he says, “I know, but still. We didn't plan that part out.”

“You know how much I’m a slut for pain, though, so is it really a problem?”

Miguel is quiet before he pulls himself away and gently eases his softening cock from your hole, which immediately allows his seed to spill from your asshole and you flush, cheeks in a deep shade of red.

“No need to be embarrassed, pretty boy, I did just fuck you in this alleyway, knowing anyone could see us,” Miguel brushes away your hair and gives you…a small smile? You can't tell because it's so dark, but his red irises stick out and your hand strokes along his sharp cheekbone.

“Yeah, you're right. We definitely needed this, but, uh, can we go? I’m absolutely starved.”

Miguel chuckled. “Of course, baby.”

Back at the apartment, Miguel gives you a massage, a well-deserved blowjob, and fucks you in multiple positions after you beg for it.

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