Monster fucking/strength/size difference/breeding/losing control/kitten/breeding/messy sex/overuse
TW: kinda aggressive, there's some biting and scratching, mentions of blood and general rough treatment. Not non-con, but there's a lot of control.
Jester slipped on a pair of heels and wrapped on one of Owen's Letterman jackets around their shoulders. It was getting late, and they were getting ready to spend the night with some friends. They stumbled down the stairs, eyes glued to their phone as they rushed to the kitchen to grab their bag from the counter.
"Where are you going?" Owen said, stepping into the doorway behind them. "You look nice."
Jester was wearing a tight black dress that barely reached halfway down their thighs and a pair of dark red heels. Owen's jacket was too big for them, and hung longer than the dress. Their hair had been curled a little, and swirled down around their neck.
"I'm going to a party at Zoe's." Owen stepped forward and grabbed their hips, pulling them in. They laughed and kissed him gently. "Aww, do you want me to stay?" Owen nodded, his grip on their body tightening. Their smile faltered, and they furrowed their brow. "Babe, is everything ok?"
"You look really nice in that dress." He said quietly, leaning down to kiss their neck. "And in my jacket." His breath was hot against their neck, and they shivered.
"T-thanks." They choked out, putting their hands on his chest. Jester could feel his heart pounding in his chest, almost dangerously fast. He slid his left hand up their body, right hand keeping them close as he gently stroked their hair off of their neck. "Baby, wait, I-" Owen cut them off by biting down, digging his teeth into their skin. A wave of pain made their body shake and they gripped Owen's shirt, their knuckles white around the handfuls of fabric. They let out a keening whine, tears pricking the backs of their eyes, a throbbing ache growing between their legs.
"Stay." He growled, pulling away and watching blood drip down their collarbone. "Please." His face was still close to theirs, and they could feel each shaking breath on their cheek. Their heart raced, and they worried he could hear it.
"I need to text Zoe if I'm going to stay." Jester whispered. Owen nodded, and they grabbed their phone from their bag. They were about to start typing, when Owen put his hand on their face and made them look up at him.
"You don't have to stay." Owen's voice was quiet. "If you stay, I might not be able to stop. I might hurt you." Jester's heart skipped a beat, and they felt their stomach churn, the throbbing between their thighs growing almost painfully intense.
They typed something on their phone and threw it back onto the counter, along with their bag.
"I told her I can't make it." Owen hesitated for a second, his grip on their waist loosening.
"Upstairs?" Owen muttered. Jester nodded, and he bent over to scoop them up. They shrieked and wrapped their arms around his neck, laughing as Owen ran up the stairs.
"Oh my gOD!" They yelped as he threw them onto the bed and closed the bedroom door behind him.
He started stripping immediately, stumbling over his pants and tugging off his shirt as he walked to the bed.
"Leave them on." Owen muttered when Jester reached to take off their heels. They froze, staring up at him.
"Excuse me?" Owen's heart skipped a beat. "Leave them on please, sir." Jester corrected. Owen smiled and stepped toward the end of the bed.
"You're not the one in control right now, kitten." Owen growled, smiling. He got onto the bed and crawled toward them, a smile stretching across his face. "You're all mine. I don't have to be gentle." He reached between their legs and grabbed their panties, ripping them off. They whimpered and closed their legs, but he grabbed their knees and forced them apart. "I don't have to go slow." He pressed the tip of his aching cock against their pussy and pushed, burying himself inside of them. "You're my little toy, kitten." Owen thrust into them as hard and fast as he could, holding their hips tightly.
Jester moaned, arching their back and gripping the mattress with shaking hands, trying to move in time with his thrusts. Owen held their hips, holding them exactly where he wanted them. He watched their stomach bulge as he fucked them, his cock stretching them out and bruising their cervix. Drool dripped down their chin and they quickly stopped trying to stay quiet. They let their tongue hang out and their eyes roll back, moans and incomprehensible praise falling from their lips. Owen felt their pussy clench around him, and their muscles tense.
"You close already, kitten?" Owen growled, gripping their ass. They nodded and he angled his hips, abusing their sweet spot.
It didn't take long until Jester threw their head back and moaned, body shaking as their cum dripped out and pooled on the mattress. "Fuck, I can feel you, kitten." Owen moaned as their pussy rhythmically clenched around him, squeezing him almost painfully tight.
Owen didn't slow down and one orgasm quickly became another, and a third, until Jester lost count and just lay, a moaning, dripping mess beneath Owen, their mind barely functioning. He fucked their overstimulated body, their messy pussy making lewd sloshing noises. His cock ached, and he felt himself getting closer as a familiar burning spread between his legs. Jester's overused body buzzed, every nerve feeling like a live wire as their hypersensitive body took in every single feeling. Owen's hot breath on their chest, his hands digging into their hips, every vein on his cock rubbing against their walls, the sheets under them slowly soaking with their sweat.
"You feel so good, kitten." Owen leaned forward and growled against their neck. "So tight and wet, so ready to be filled." He bit their earlobe gently, the metal of their earring clinking against his teeth. "Do you want me to fill you up, kitten?" Jester moaned, nodding their head. "Fill up your pretty little pussy? Stuff you with my babies?" Jester arched their back and moaned, their stomach churning.
"Y-yes! Yes baby, please!" They wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him close, choking slightly when he shoved his tongue down their throat. Their lungs burned, desperate for air, and they pulled away, gasping. Owen spit into their open mouth, watching as it splattered against their tongue and across their face. They played with it in their mouth, showing it to Owen before swallowing.
"Good boy." He sat up and stroked their hair out of their face. "Your pussy is so pink and perfect." He watched himself fuck them, his dick sliding in and out of their dripping pussy, making wet sloshing noises. "I can't wait to make you pregnant, make you mine. All. Fucking. MINE." His cock ached and his thrusts grew erratic.
Owen could barely choke out a warning before his body tensed. Jester could feel his cock throbbing, every hot rope of cum that coated their insides making their head spin. Owen moaned and dug his nails into their skin, blood dripping out from under his nails. Jester's pussy clenched around him, and it felt like they were trying to suck him dry. Their stomach bulged a little, Owen's cum filling their pussy.
Owen's head spun, and he collapsed onto his elbows, breathing heavily. Jester's arms fell from around his neck, and they let them fall over their head. Owen shakily sat up and sat back, staring at Jester. They looked so vulnerable, with their hands over their head and their legs spread, eyes closed and too exhausted to sit up. He pulled out and a sloppy mess of their juices dripped out of Jester's swollen pussy. His cock was still hard and aching, the swollen head throbbing as cum dripped off of it. The bulge in Jester's stomach slowly shrank as cum dripped out and pooled onto the mattress.
"Such a mess." Owen purred, smiling at Jester. "Why don't you clean it up for me?" Jester shakily sat up and leaned forward, licking the mess of juices off the bed. Owen watched them as he slid off the bed. They lapped it up slowly, not wanting to miss any. "Get off the bed and come here, let me see you, kitten." Owen said. Jester crawled to the end of the bed and slid off, falling to their knees in front of looked up at him and opened their cum filled mouth, swirling it around with their tongue. He spit on their face and they whimpered, using their fingers to wipe it off and licking it off their fingers.
"Move your hand and open your mouth wide, kitten." Owen gripped their hair and smiled. Jester opened their mouth and stuck their tongue out, staring intently at his throbbing cock. He slid it into their mouth and started thrusting, going slow at first but quickly throwing caution to the wind and burying himself down their throat.
Jester's throat bulged with every thrust, and tears ran down their cheeks. They choked around his cock, gurgling and moaning as they desperately fought for air.
"Such a pretty little kitten." Owen cooed, watching them choke. "A perfect little breeding whore." Jester looked up at him, eyes unfocused. "You want me to fill your tummy with my cum, don't you? Want me to make you swallow all my babies?" Jester moaned around his cock, their eyes rolling back. "Good boy."
They slid their tongue in erratic circles around the bottom of his cock, drawing sloppy patterns against his skin. Drool dripped from the corners of their mouth, and they swallowed around his cock, trying not to choke. They could feel him throbbing against their tongue, nearing another finish.
"Fuuck, just like that, kitten." Owen moaned, throwing his head back and gripping their hair with both hands. His thrusts sped up, and Jester started choking, unable to breathe. They moaned, and they felt his cock throb, hot cum filling their mouth and pouring down their throat. Their tummy bulged a little as their stomach filled with cum. Owen's eyes blurred around the edges and his body ached, Jester's desperate attempts to swallow his cum while he was still inside their mouth sending sparks of hot pleasure through his stomach. He pulled out, and a few more spurts spattered against their face as they fell forward and gasped for air, cum and spit dripping from their mouth.
Jester wiped their mouth and gripped the bed, shakily getting to their feet. Owen stroked himself as he watched them catch their breath, his dick still hard and sensitive.
"I'm not done with you yet, kitten." Jester's heart stopped, and they looked up at him. "Can you keep going for me?" Jester hesitated, then nodded. Owen stroked their hair, smiling. "Good boy." They stepped back and bent over the bed, spreading their legs and showing off their tight pink asshole. Owen gripped their ass and slid his dick between their dripping pussy lips, coating himself in their wet. They whimpered when he pushed the tip against the tight ring of muscle, but he ignored it, snapping his hips and burying himself inside of them.
They arched their back and screamed, feeling their asshole stretch to fit around him as he thrust, hard and fast. Cum squirted out of their pussy and their asshole tightened around him as they came again, their stomach painfully tight and their thighs trembling.
"Good boy, good kitten." Owen praised, fucking them as they came. They clenched around him painfully tight, his overused cock burning with every thrust. His legs shook and he could already feel himself getting close.
He shoved them forward into the bed and knelt above them, gripping their hair with one hand, their hip with the other, and ramming his cock into their sensitive little asshole. Their ass cheeks quickly started to bruise and swell, red splotches spreading down their thighs. Owen's dick throbbed and his body trembled, so fucking desperate to finish one last time. He fucked them as fast as he could, ignoring their whimpers and screams, the growing puddle of their cum beneath them.
"I'm close, kitten." He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut. His stomach and thighs ached, and his arms started to tremble.
"F-fill me up daddy!" They moaned, arching their back. "Please, daddy!" Owen gripped their hair and threw his head back, burying himself inside of them as he came. Jester could feel as he filled them up, his cum pouring out and sloshing around inside of them. He moaned and fell forward, holding himself up on his elbows above Jester's shaking body.
His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, burying his face in the crook of Jester's neck.
"I love you, daddy." Owen's head was spinning, and he almost didn't hear them, their voice hoarse and broken.
"I-I love you too, baby." He rolled to the side and wrapped his arms around Jester, pulling them close.