i need to meet d4vd irl. i’d be grateful if he even friendzoned me. i want him, need HIM most respect ways possible. i wanna run my fingers over his new buzz cut. i wanna be in the studio or wherever he is when he makes new music and just gawk at him like the ethereal work of art he is. i wanna hold hands and reenact every love song he’s ever written. and to top if off he’s literally only a year older than me. if i slid in his dms on insta or twt would he hit me back? (probably not, the delusions are eating me alive i’m not kidding.)
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i wanna him to eat me out like the jack in the box
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imagine being oscar isaac's costar on a movie or something, and there's a scene that requires you both to be naked, or at least be semi-nude. you can't help but let your eyes linger on him, taking in his soft cock and pretty ass, and as you glance up, you glance away when you've realized he caught you. but oscar's more amused than anything, and keeps his mouth shut.
until he has you cornered after the shoot, and though teasing, invites you out for a quick meal. you dine, you wine, he drags you back to his place where he pops out more drinks. you spend the night drinking together, probably getting more and more wasted, all giggles and laughter.
until he makes a comment about how caught you staring earlier, at his cock, his ass, and driven by alcohol infused courage, you make a comment about how if he liked men, you would tap that ass. and oscar stares at you for a moment, still buzzed, and leans back on whatever he's sitting on, and tells you to hit.
which leads to you sloppily making out with him, tasting of alcohol and sweet lust, hands groping each other. you're slotted between his legs, keeping him pinned underneath your body. your hands move south and you palm at his cock through his jeans, drinking in the low groan that escapes his mouth.
you make do with whatever vaseline or spit or lotion you have at hand, prepping open oscar, who lays back and let's you do the work. he'd probably be lightly jerking himself off, pretty cock dripping pre at the tip, his legs raised over your shoulder. his ass is smooth at the moment, a necessity that was required for the shoot, but you know it's nearly always hairy. you think about how handsome he looked with his ass and balls and cock hairy, how good he'd smell.
soon enough you're hunched over oscar's body, his hands holding his legs open, heart hammering against his chest as you slowly push the head of cock inside him. he probably groans underneath his breath, mutters a curse or two as he forces himself to stay relaxed. after a moment, you slowly begin to sink all the way in, not pausing until your cock is buried deep inside of him, your balls plush against the curve of his ass.
oscar's walls flutter around your cock, warm and moist, his cock jumping on his chest. he's a little over his head, panting, exhausted and beyond horny. you lean over him and kiss him again, just as you begin to move, and swallow up the moan that escapes his mouth.
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