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rut suppressants pt.2

alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, talk of kids, in the shower, 2.1k

pt.1

The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.

Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.

It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.

You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.

This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.

Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.

Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.

“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.

“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.

You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.

You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.

“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.

You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.

“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.

“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”

You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.

Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.

He nods in response, “But—”

“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.

He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?

“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”

“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.

He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.

“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.

But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”

Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”

He still doesn’t look convinced.

“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”

“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.

“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”

You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.

“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—

“I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.

You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.

“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.

Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”

No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”

“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”

“No. Why did you take them?”

You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.

Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”

“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.

You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—

“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.

You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”

You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.

“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.

“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...

Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.

just a thot that I had today (also an apology spicy thot because this sub!billy fic is taking WAY too long to polish):

(reader is presumably afab in this one, sorry y'all)

so in the 80s there were no in-car instructors: your parents took you to get your temps and, when you turned sixteen, took you to get your test.

but reader is an abysmal driver: failed the test multiple times, temps revoked, yada yada yada. so now they're in senior year and determined to get their license, right? and who better to teach you how to drive than your bestie billy hargrove?

and at first, it's normal. he's teaching you about the amount of pressure you put on the break, how to gently press the gas without sending the car flying, typical driving shit. he's actually a pretty good driver when he wants to be.

but after your first few lessons he decides its time to talk about distracted driving. you should never drive distracted, he told you, but sometimes you have shithead friends in the car, too. so you gotta learn to tune it out. and you're like, yeah, okay, makes sense, until you're pulling out onto the road and his hand finds its way between your legs.

And this mfer just looks dead ahead, saying something about ignoring distractions and paying attention to the road. And it's so hard to pay attention to the road when he's sliding your underwear aside and gently rubbing at your sex. Rubbing harsh circles into your clit, scolding you when your hips buck uncontrollably when he touches you just right, talking to you like he isn't knuckle deep in your pussy.

And imagine he promises a reward if you don't crash or cum on the drive. To "prove" that you're a good driver, that you don't need his lessons anymore. He might even give you his dick if you're good enough. And you'd love that, wouldn't you, darlin'?

And I imagine he's just degrading you the whole time while tears stream down your face from holding back your orgasm (and also trying not to crash the car oops). thought you were finally getting the hang of this, he'd say, but it turns out you'd rather whore yourself out than actually learn. i've seen you starin', darlin', i should've known you were nothing but a slut. just usin' my fingers and you're already falling apart, hm? so condescending in the best possible way.

just driving instructor!billy thots 🤤

WHY CANT I HAVE HER 😫😭

i feel like hate sex with abby in the rain would be the best, you're both drenched, and she'd absolutely destroy you without a second thought

Good Use

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x sub!reader x switch!Steve Harrington

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, sir kink, slight choking/choking kink, threesome, praise kink. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

AN: My first smut/drabble. Welcome to constructive (friendly) criticism, thank you!

Tangling long, guitar-calloused fingers into your hair, scratching your scalp Eddie took your jaw in his grasp. He hovered over you, bending down to your kneeled height, his hard cock standing at attention against your back. Eddie held your head in place to watch Steve lazily stroke himself in front of you. Eddie turned your gaze up to him before he bent further to pepper short pecks across the expanse of your neck.

“You see that, sweetheart?” He murmured breathlessly against your cheek. “See how hard you make him? Make me? See how much we want you?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as your attention was too focused on the steady movement of Steve’s hand over his reddened tip. Your voice seemed to fail you until the hand holding your chin found itself wrapping deft fingers around your throat. “We use our words here, babydoll. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered out as his fingers squeezed in the middle of the sentence, the last syllables coming out like a wheeze. You were dying to touch them. Dying to be touched. Desperate to put yourself to good use for either the metalhead or the former high school king, but preferably you’d be used by both.

“Sir, huh?” He teased with a laugh that vibrated against your skin. “Yeah, I like how that sounds coming out of your pretty mouth. But I’d like it better if you put that tongue to good use.” He stood in front of you now, blocking the view of a smirking Steve and filling your doe-eyed gaze with his own hard cock. “Oh, and Harrington, since you’re so quiet why don’t you show our girl what your tongue can do too?”

“Good Morning Honey”

Pairing: WifefuckerMilkman!Ted x Reader

Summary:  You guys were friends as kids, but then you had to move away and y'all grew apart. Fast forward 20 years, you move back to your hometown with your now husband who your unhappy with, and Ted is now milkman. And one day while your husband's at work, he is delivering some milk, and you end up catching up. You somehow letting it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage, and it leads to something that you’re quite happy with.

Warning: Cheating, Smut, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Pet names Doll, Sweetheart, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy and Theodore (angst if you squint?)

Minors DNI

You and Ted were thick as thieves, you would give each other nicknames, you calling him Theodore knowing he would only take it from you. You guys had met in preschool and were the bestest of friends, but you’re guys’ friendship soon came crashing down when your parents told you you guys were moving before 2nd grade. 

Now here you were moving back to your hometown now newly and unhappily married. You felt like your husband was going to be your dream guy, but the honeymoon phase was far gone, and you guys had newly moved to try and get a new start after a pretty bad fight. 

Here you are at home alone, while your husband was at work. Ted had noticed someone new had moved into town, so when he was delivering his milk for the day, he figured this new move-in was his last delivery of the day. So he decided while he was finishing his day, he would knock on the door and introduce himself. 

You hear a knock that feels familiar, but you go up and check the door. When you sling open the door, you see a tall, handsome man with a face that you felt that you had seen before. When the man opens his mouth, noting your lingering eyes, his voice itched something in the back of your head as he says, “Hello, my names Ted, I’m your milkman. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” As he says his name, you realize it was your best friend Ted, your childhood crush Ted that you had to leave as kids.

You manage out a “Ted, is that you Ted, it’s y/n?”

Ted realizes who you are almost immediately pulling you into a tight, long hug. You pull him inside, and god did that childhood crush come back and he grew into an even more handsome man. You guys spend hours catching up, while you’re waiting for you husband to come home.

While you guys are talking you somehow let it slip that you were unhappily married. Ted had told you he was still fortunately single, so you were saying that you were married but that fact you were unhappy slipped by. ‘I mean it’s better than what could have slipped passed’ you thought. 

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You guys had been talking for the past few days, but since you had let it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage to your husband, things have gotten flirty. it started out being just small glances that lingered a little too long, hands brushing together, things like that. But recently Ted has started hugging you from behind while you made a snack or setting you on his lap as you guys watched something together.

One day when you guys were hanging out with him since you husband was on a work trip for a couple days, you decided to pull out some wine. A few cups in you’re both a little tipsy and you slur out “I-i love you” to Ted. And he responded with “I love you too y/n” With that you slur out “No I mean I’m in love with you, love you Teddy” Ted freezes not knowing how to respond. The air changes, he knew he liked you but since you were married even if it was unhappily he was pretty sure you wouldn’t like him back. 

But if you did indeed like him in that way he needed to know if you were telling the truth so he asks you “Is that so doll?” You move towards Ted and put your hands on his chest and respond to him, “I do Theodore, I really do.”

With that he pulls you into a kiss, it was soft, gentle, it felt like he was treating you like porcelain. You pull him in by his shirt making the kiss hungrier, letting him know that you weren’t made of glass and not so fragile. You fumbled with his uniform trying desperately to tear it off of him, he pulls away from the kiss catching his breath, as he takes off his uniform. Once he was stripped he turns to you who was also taking off your clothes. 

Once y’all were stripped he pulls you back into a kiss, cupping your jaw as he pulls you closer to him. This turns into a heated makeout, him throwing you down onto your coach. He slowly moves down leaving lovebites and sloppy kisses all over your collarbone and neck, quickly finding that sweet spot. His hand snakes down slowly starting to sleep a finger in, slowly stretching you out. Soon adding 2nd one and a 3rd one quickly being added after. 

You watch as he strokes himself a few times before he slowly enters. You hiss at the stretch the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he gives you a second to adjust. Just staying still until he groans out, “Can I just fuck you now, cause- fuck Sweetheart I don’t know how much longer I’m ‘onna last with you squeezing me like this.” You just nodding frantically in response, already far gone.

He slowly starts thrusting in and out a slow, rough pace, his pace gradually picking up as he pounds you into the couch cushion. Keeping his hand on your stomach as he feels the indent there from his pace and size. You far gone at this point only knowing the mind-blowing amount of pleasure he was putting you through, not even being able to distinguish what it is that he’s saying. But you can feel that knot in you stomach tying itself, quickly snapping as you clench around Ted to give him some kind of warning.

You feel him fill you up as you come down from your high, and then him lifting you as he’s still in you. He carries you to your kitchen, bending you over the counter, saying “’m gonna’ fuck you on every surface I can so when your dumb little husband comes home I’ll know I am everywhere in here not only in you.” His words going to your heat, you subconsciously clenching at his words, making him say “Oh, you like that don’t you dirty little slut, but you’re my slut aren’t you hun?” You just repeating yes like a mantra. 

And boy did he make good on that promise, he fucked you for hours pulling countless orgasms from you as he filled you up countless times. Every time saying how you’re his now, got to fill you up to prove it. Tucking you into bed gently and getting you water before snuggling in beside you. 

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The next morning you wake up and you see a cup of milk on your bedside table, as your looking for Ted. Him not being in bed, so you try to get up wobbling as you try to support yourself. Slowly gain some balance, you throw on a shirt of yours and wobble into the kitchen finding Ted in the kitchen in a sweater and sweatpants. You come up, hugging him from behind. Feeling the rumble as he speaks up “Good Morning Honey.” 

He turns around moving the the bacon he was making, quickly turning off the burner. He holds you in the kitchen leaning against your counter, just standing there holding you till you pipe up, “I love you Ted,” him responding “I love you too Sweetheart.”

You guys just hold each other, until he picks you up and sets you on the counter serving breakfast. After breakfast you guys cuddle up on the coach enjoying each others company glad your husband won’t be home until tomorrow. 

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When your up in the morning Ted was still cuddled up against you, you slipping out of bed throwing on his sweater he had discarded the night before. Walking to the kitchen as you make breakfast, feeling someone come up behind you and hug you. You lay your head back into Ted’s chest as he holds you. You finish up breakfast and you guys talk about what you wanna do. 

You decide you should probably divorce your husband, so you get ready and Ted goes on his way getting his house ready for when your husband comes home. When your husband comes home he tells you he has to tell you something and you say you have something to tell him too. You let him go first and he says “I want a divorce, I don’t love you anymore if I ever did.” You just stand there and respond “Me too,” you take a deep breath “I want a divorce too.” You pack your things go over to Ted’s as you and your husband go though the divorce.

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A/N: Thank you so much for the support on my last fic. I really enjoyed writing it, and hope you enjoyed this one. 

“Heard You Calling My Name”

Pairing: Ted Nivison x Fem!reader

Summary: You and ted have been friends for a while, but when he hears you call his name out while you thought he wasn’t home do things change?

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Possessive Ted, Pet names Darling, Doll, Sweetheart, Baby, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy, and a touch of degradation

Minors DNI

You and Ted had been friends for 10 years now, you met as freshmen in high school, went to college together, and have been besties through it all. You and Ted were the dynamic duo him being the Funny Giant of man while you were the short tempered shorty. And since you guys were so close you knew all of each other secrets, or so he thought. You had always found Ted attractive, but you never made a move for 2 reasons. You weren’t anything like his ex girlfriends, and two he never showed any interest in you-or at least in the way you wanted him to.

So here you were desperately trying to get off on the thought of your beloved best friend, extremely horny because ovulation. And you weren’t trying to be quiet in your guys shared apartment, because, Ted was out making some video with Schlatt. So you were all alone, right? Wrong, Ted was home.

Unbeknownst to you, Ted was on his way home, sending you a text saying so that you seemingly missed. And when he walked through the door of your guys’ apartment, he heard you scream his name. Immediately  thinking you were in some kind of danger, he calls out and asks “Y/n, are you okay in there?”

This question stops you, Ted was home? You froze, how long had he been there? Did he know what you were doing? You were completely silent all the breathy moans and screams of his name, gone.

But Ted did know what you were doing, he realized the moment after he asked that question, he realized that you weren’t screaming in pain, it was pleasure. He was shocked, he liked you but he never thought you would like him in the same way. He wanted to confront you, but he decided your friendship meant more to him, so he just asked, “Are you okay in there Y/n?”

You realize you didn’t answer him the first time, but you were still frozen in place on the edge of an orgasm. So you replied with a breathy “y-yeah, I just got soap in my eye and panicked.” You soon feel a wave of relief as you hear an “okay,” followed  by retreating footsteps.

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Once you were out the shower, you noticed you hadn’t started on dinner. Making your way to Ted’s room, where you had no clue Ted was jerking off to the thought of you. He had always liked you, he was actually pretty possessive of you, and insanely jealous when you’d get a partner. Always doing small things like put his hand on the small of your back or hug you from behind. You knock on his door peeking in, just seeing Ted under his covers with his phone, and ask him “What do you want for dinner? We’re getting take out.” You guys decide on Pizza, all while Ted is still stroking himself under the covers. He didn’t even understand how he had so much composure.

The comforting smell of One Medium Cheese and One Medium Pepperoni Pizza filled you nostrils. You called Ted to come eat, hoping he wouldn’t bring up what happened earlier in the day. And thankfully it didn’t you guys had a nice dinner with Pizza, Glasses of Wine, and Some jokes from you both.

Happy that that it didn’t come up, you guys decided to watch a movie. You guys put on some Rom-Com you didn’t catch the name of as you guys curled up on the coach. You in front of Ted with you between his thighs in his lap. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, when Ted was playing with your hair, he asked “What really happened in the shower earlier?” You now shocked tensed up and replied, “I told I just got soap in my eye.” He shook his head, leaned down to the shell of your ear, and whispered in a low, husky voice, “Oh so sweetheart, you weren’t touching yourself to the thought of me?” You couldn’t respond, you just froze just as you had in the shower, because of this Ted picked you up, turned you to face him, and took your chin in his hand as he said, “There’s no need to be so tense doll.” 

With that he pulls you into a kiss, it’s hungry, it’s filled with tongue, it was as if he had wanted this as long as you had. As you leaned into the kiss, he cupped the your chin in his palm, and you ran your fingers though his dark brown locks. He tasted like a mug of hot cocoa and a little like weed. This kiss soon got unbelievably hungrier, it turned into a full blown make out. Ted was leaving hickies all over your neck, soon effortlessly finding your sweet spot.

Ted soon had you flipped under him, as you fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Making Ted stand up pull of his shirt and strip you, where he learned you had no bra on. Starting at your collarbone slowing going down the valley of your breast leaving hickies and kitten licks. You running your hand chest and back. “Heard you calling my name,” he says between kisses, “Thought you were in trouble, ‘till I realized you were touchin’ yourself.” Every single one of his words in that perfect fucking voice of his went straight down to your core. You needy manage out a, “Need you,” in hopes he would give you attention where you needed him most. Ted lifts himself from the nook in your neck he had made telling you, “Sweetheart you already have me.” You now a little frustrated say between breathy moans, “No Ted, I need you in me.” 

Your words prompt Ted to stand up taking off his belt, pulling down both his boxers and pants in one go. And holy fuck was he huge. He was already giant, so you didn’t know why you were that shocked but now you just sat there, stuttering out, “I-i-i don’t thin-think that’ll fit in me Teddy.” Groaning at this new nickname he says, “No Darling, we’ll make it fit.”

Now filled with anticipation Ted sticks a finger in, slowly starting to stretch you out. His finger already give you some relief from that ache in between your thighs. He adds another finger starting to scissor them, slowly adding a third until you say, “Just fuck me Ted.” Loosing all self control he tease you a little with the tip, and slowly sticks it in. You hiss at the stretch, he was probably the biggest man you’d been with-correction he was the biggest guy you’d been with. He feels like forever until he’s down to the hilt, giving you a minute to adjust. 

After a couple minutes you tell him, “Move.” That word causing Ted to pull out till the tip and slam back in. There was a little pain that was quickly outweighed by the pleasure. He continues with this brutally slow pace, prompting you to tell him, to go faster. His pace going unbelievably faster, him whispering in your ear, “Doll, you have no idea how long I have waited for this.” 

His pace climbing, he grabs your hip and grips with bruising strength to keep you in place. The room filling with obscene noises as you get feel that knot in your tummy start to tighten. You manage out a “I’m clos-” before Ted interrupts with you with “I know darling, cum on my cock.” With that, that knot snaps, your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Him now chasing his own high, he goes even faster and grips your hips hard enough for you to know that they’ll be sore in the morning. He says, “I want to cum in you Sweetheart, please can I, can I?” You reply with a breathy “Go ahead Honey.” Remembering you were no longer on birth control cause you hadn’t had sex in months, remembering Ted also knew this. You then relish in that wonderful feeling of his hot seed filling you up, Ted repeating a mantra of thank yous. 

Once you both come down from your highs, slowly Ted’s movements coming to a halt. And he asks you “Round 2?” You wrap your legs around his hips and nod your head frantically. Ted taking note of this, says, “Oh is Baby all cockdrunk?” You a little still hazy blubber out a “uh-huh” Still in you, Ted lifts you up and carries you to his bedroom and he lays you down on his bed. Loving the comfort of the mattress and pillows under you, Ted again starts to leave hickies all over you neck and collarbone, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake.

Slowly Ted starts to move again, starting at a slow pace quickly slamming back into you within a couple minutes. You once again feel that now familiar feeling of him grabbing your hip. You feel that knot to retie itself, as he continues his pace. You clench around Ted not being able to form words to tell Ted you were close. Ted letting out a groan, and saying, “Let go for me.” And with that the knot snaps, Ted helping you ride out your high, continuing to move.

You realize he’s probably close to his high, so you just barely get out “Fill me up Ted, Please.” Those words tipping him over the edge, causing him to continue to go insanely fast and repeating “I’m gonna ‘ill you up” and you’re mine” He tells you, “I’m gonna fill you right up, gonna fill that pretty little womb and mark it as mine. So everyone ‘ill know you’re mine and mine only.” You just nodding, too fucked out to form words. You soon feel that beautiful feeling of him filling you up more than you already were from his first load. While he was still emptying his load into you, he slowly slid his hand down in front of your swelling womb feeling a bump from the head of his cock and cum. He grabs your hand and moves it down to where his other hand was saying, ”Yeah feel that, Imma fuck a baby into you tonight. I’ve always wanted to do that, every time you’ve had a boyfriend, I was just too scared you wouldn’t feel the same.” 

Once he’s done he stays inside you, flipping you on top of him so he’s on his back and your laying on his chest. You just relish in each others company for a minute before you speak up, telling him “You remember I’m off birth control right?” Him just replying with a “uh-huh” wrapping his arms around you. “I’m also ovulating,” you add. “Okay, I said what I said,” he replies, “Your mine” he whispers in your ear. 

His words go straight to your core making it drip with arousal. Ted feels this run down his leg, and says “3rd Round?”

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You woke up in Ted’s bed with sunlight streaming on your face. You look up to see Ted still sleeping, the memories from the night before flooding back. The mind blowing sex you had, the insane amount rounds y’all went for-y’all were fucking like goddamn rabbits-the amazing aftercare he preformed, and the I love yous exchanged. You soon notice there’s still something between your legs so you lift the covers to look and he’s still inside you, the words he had said rushing back, “Wouldn’t want to lose any of this, we want it to take.” You subconsciously clench around him at the memory, causing him to groan in his sleep. You hear this and decide to just snuggle back against and go back to sleep.

When you wake up for the second time, Ted wasn’t in bed anymore. But you felt something in between your thighs still. You look to discover there was a plug adorned with pale blue jewels in the shape of a T there. You sat up, threw on one of Ted’s shirts and tried to stand up. But you soon discovered that your legs were absolute jelly and fell flat on your ass. This prompted Ted to come in and he picked you up, put you on his back, and took you to the kitchen. He set you on the counter where continued to make the waffles he was apparently making.

You speak up and ask him, “Were you telling the truth last night? About y’know me being yours and you wanting to mark me as yours.” he looks at you and replies with a chuckle and says, “Of course, I’ve liked you for a while, just was too scared to tell you,” he lowers his mouth to your ear and whispers, “After all, would I have put that plug in you, if I didn’t?” 

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A/N: Hi, this is my first ever fic, but shoutout to @boobberries​ and her anons for inspiring me to write this. Much love and hope you liked it :)