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Girl..Girl..GIRL. Namor...His huge hands.....My throat.....His mouth...Next to my ear.....calling me His whore WHILST PUSHING HIS HIPS DEEPER

pairing: namor x (f)reader

warnings: eighteen+ content, p in v, that ends poetically soft, dirty talk, choking, mentions of past roughsex, aka how can I have him say whore without actually saying whore, itzia means princess.

note: once again i 100% believe this man looks at dirty talk like a form of poetry, another art form for him to excel in!!

“Is mine the only one that can make you feel this way, itzia?” He grunts into your ear, half a smirk brushing against your lobe when he can feel the strangled noise you let out against his palm. “Do other men fuck you as good as I? Good enough to have you trembling against my chest and taking my cock like that’s all you were made to do?” His fingers loosen their hold against the column of your neck, the pants that concave your chest to rise and fall rapidly against his, an abundance of air reaching your lungs once again—not why he has moved his large palm.

He’s not interested in an answer to a question he already knows. A praise he can hear in your breaths and gasps and moans when you’re letting his given name harmonize from your lips like the sweetest melody he’s ever heard.

No, he’s only moving his hand so he can pull your legs further up his sides. So they’re now pushed just under his arms, angling you perfectly so he’s fucking you even deeper—slower. The drag of his cock torturing your insides worse than when he fucks you hard; palms reddening your ass, his spit running down your chin, grip at the back of your skull so tight you think you might pass out.

How he’s fucking you right now feels religious, worshiping. Like he’s praising you with his cock and then tearing you down with his words.

Like a god who makes his people suffer for the good. For the blessings bestowed upon them.

Except he is a god and the blessing he’s giving you is making your walls flutter around him, and nails dig into the muscles of his back.

“You’re mine, itzia. For eternity I will have you like this.” The pressure of his lips against yours feels like a hot brand on your soul.

Seeing ppl say namor was manipulating shuri during her time in Talokan makes me weep. Because how does one lack the skills to simply not be wrong