#bo burnham reader

[lucky-joyous]

Can we just give Emerald Fennell all the money so she can keep creating mind fucking masterpieces ?

[storiesforallfandoms]

look at me ~ bo burnham

word count: 2323

request?: yes!

“so you already know that inside: the outtakes has gotten so many people back into their bo thing. me included. sooooo i was thinking, he’s a big guy, ya know👀 so my lil brain was doin some thinkin (not at all while horny) and it came up with this: bo fucking you in front of a mirror!! he’s holding you up, fucking you from behind, saying things like ‘look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock’. just, please please please do your thing and make this something great🥹”

description: after a long day of filming his special, he finds himself pent up and wanting to release his aggressive sexual energy, so he decides to take his girlfriend in the first place he finds her: in the bathroom in front of the mirror

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two, three)

Bo had a lot of feelings surrounding the filming of his quarantine special. At first he was upset over having to cancel his plans of returning to live performances, but then the idea of filming, editing, directing, lighting, etc., his own special seemed exciting. And getting back into writing comedy felt almost therapeutic. The longer quarantine went on, though, the more his mental health struggled. He was enjoying creating, but he hated that this was how he had to create. And he hated how much he struggled to make everything perfect.

But more than anything, he was unbearably horny. To a point where he was writing extremely horny bits into the special.

It was his own doing really. Bo would spend every day - from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep - working on the special. Most nights, that was late enough that his girlfriend, (Y/N), would be fast asleep. Other nights, he felt too mentally exhausted to try and initiate sex.

He felt guilty for the quality time he was losing with her by working all day, but (Y/N) was incredibly supportive. She would check on him every day to make sure he was doing okay, occasionally bringing him food so he would eat. She’d get him to take little break every now and then before going back to long hours of working on the special. Bo felt extremely grateful to have her in his life. But man, did he ever miss being intimate with her.

He was sat in this guest house one evening, editing his most recent bit, which was a song about sexting. His mind was on (Y/N) as his own voice played through the speakers. He thought about how badly he wanted to hold her, feel her body against his, her warm walls around him. His horniness was definitely trickling into his work and it was something he needed to fix soon or else he felt like he might explode.

Bo stood and looked out the window that faced towards his house. He could see a light on in the room that belonged to him and (Y/N), signaling that she was still awake. He quickly rushed out of his guest house, leaving the unedited song running.

(Y/N) was in the ensuite bathroom getting ready for bed. She had peaked out to the guest house to check on Bo. The lights were off besides a dull blue light that she assumed was Bo editing another bit. She had sighed to herself before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. As proud as she was of Bo for working on this special all on his own, she really did miss getting to spend time with him. Their bed felt too empty without him.

She was leaned over the sink, washing her face, when she suddenly felt two arms wrap around her. She let out a yelp and stood up quickly to see Bo’s towering figure behind her in the mirror. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the area, causing her heart to flutter for a different reason.

“Hey,” she said. “You finished up early tonight.”

“I can’t standing being away from you anymore,” he responded. “It’s getting too hard to not have you in my arms.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard,” she teased.

Bo chuckled and grinded his hard, clothed dick against her. “You got me there.”

He continued to kiss her neck as he pressed himself against her. She lulled her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed. His hands moved from around her waist, one going upwards to cup one of her breasts and the other moving down between her legs. Her breath hitched as he teased the waistband of her pajama pants.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hot breath fanning over her ear in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded in response. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Bo.”

Bo grinned and nibbled on her ear as his hand dipped under her waistband. He ran a finger through her folds, teasing her clit with a feather-light touch.

“You’re already so wet,” he whispered. “Desperate for me to you, baby?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) whimpered. “I’ve missed your touch so much.”

“I’ve missed touching you. You don’t understand how much I’ve missed having you. I think about being inside of you practically every waking moment, and when I’m sleeping too.”

She moaned as he finally applied pressure to her clit. He rubbed slow circles into the bundle of nerves as he continued to kiss over her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving red marks in his wake that he really hoped would turn into hickies. There was something so hot to him about marking (Y/N) in a way that other people would see and know she was his. He slipped his hand under her shirt to cup and knead at her breasts, one at a time, making her nipples pop out underneath his fingers.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess; putty in Bo’s hands. He was essentially holding her up at that point as she was leaning back against him, her legs wobbling to a point where she wasn’t sure she could stay up much longer.

“Are you close already?” Bo asked. “I can feel you trembling.”

“I-I’m s-so close,” she said.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

She pried her eyes open to look into the mirror. Bo’s eyes were staring back at her, dark with lust. It was hard to keep them open as her orgasm washed over her. Her legs just about gave out from under her as she cried out. Bo held her, smirking to himself as she trembled in his arms. He whispered praises into her ear as she came down from her high.

“I need you,” he whispered. “Right here, baby, please.”

“The bed is just a few steps away,” she teased.

“I can’t wait. I’m a slight breeze away from cumming in my pants.”

She giggled and turned her head to kiss him. She reached back to run her hands through his long hair. At first, she wasn’t a fan of the idea of Bo growing out his hair and facial hair, but now, with his beard leaving a tickling sensation in its wake and his long hair giving her something to hold on to, she suddenly loved it.

Bo broke away from the kiss to shove (Y/N) down over the bathroom counter. He pulled her pants and underwear down around her ankles, helping her to step out of them and kicking them off to the side. He let his own pants fall to the floor as well, his hard dick springing free from his pants. He took it in one hand and ran it through (Y/N)’s drenched folds, collecting her slick to use as his own lube. (Y/N) bit down on her lip as she whimpered, but couldn’t contain her moans once Bo pushed the head of his dick against her entrance. He easily slid his cock into her, slowly moving inwards until he was buried at the hilt inside of her. He dropped his head against her back, groaning at the sensation. It was a feeling he had been longing for, and now that he had it he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to last.

He slowly pulled himself out halfway before slowly thrusting back into her again. The head of his dick so easily nudged her g-spot that it made her already shaky legs even more wobbly every time he thrust inwards. She held on to the counter, digging her nails into it with such a grip that she thought she was going to break the counter.

Bo kissed over (Y/N)’s neck and what he could reach of her face again. “Can I start fucking you, princess?”

She nodded, unable to speak. Bo took that as enough of an answer for him this time and started thrusting into her at a quicker speed. He held on to her hips as he slammed into her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. (Y/N)’s mind went blank, the only thing she could think of being Bo, Bo, Bo! She cried out his name, a sound more beautiful than any song Bo had ever heard.

“I might not last long,” he told her. “Do you think you can give me one more before I shoot this hot load inside you, baby?”

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes, yes, yes.”

It became a chant, like that was the only word she knew.

Bo smiled and put his hand around her throat, pulling her up so that she was flush against his chest. He continued thrusting at his brutal pace while reaching his other hand between her legs to rub her clit again.

“Look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock,” he said. “God, you look so fucking hot, falling apart for me like this.”

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, which clearly was not what Bo wanted. He squeezed her throat slightly, just enough to block her airways and make her lightheaded.

“I said look at me,” he growled into her ear. She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. He smiled at her. “Good girl. Look how fucking good you look, all cock drunk for me like this.”

Her eyes were hooded, threatening to close again, and her mouth was in a permanent “O” shape as her body bounced with every thrust. Bo looked like a man on a mission, watching her face intently as he rubbed ruthlessly at her clit and thrusted hard into her. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, a sight which just drove her further over the edge.

She didn’t have to tell him this time that she was close. Actually, she didn’t even have time to tell him. Her second orgasm hit her quickly and intensely. Her vision clouded for a moment and her entire body felt heavy. Bo wrapped an arm around her lower stomach, keeping her up for his last few thrusts before he also hit his own climax. He buried his head in her neck again, muffled groans tumbling from his lips as he gave a few more shallow thrusts.

They were both panting and sticky with sweat once they finally started coming down from their highs. Bo was reluctant to pull out, but he could feel himself becoming soft and slipping from between her legs. (Y/N) gasped as she felt the hot trail of cum running down her legs.

“Let me clean you up so you can finally lay down,” Bo said.

He reached past her to grab the face cloth she had been using early and ran warm water over it again. Turned her so she was facing him and knelt down in front of her to wipe her legs and between them. He planted a kiss on both of her inner thighs, causing her to twitch a little from overstimulation. When he stood again, he discarded the cloth onto the floor and took (Y/N) into his arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed.

He laid her down first before crawling into bed next to her. He took her into his arms, reveling in the feeling of her warm body against his. It had been so long since they had been able to fall asleep together. He rarely tried to cuddle her when he came into bed after she had fallen asleep in fear that he would wake her.

“Are you done working for the night then?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft and sheepish.

“Definitely,” he decided. “This takes so much more precipitant than working on that stupid special.”

“Hey, it’s not stupid. I think it’s going to be really good.”

Bo chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You haven’t even seen any of it.”

“I saw that one that was a parody of Drake’s music.”

“Eh, I’m thinking of cutting that one. I don’t even like it all that much.”

“Don’t do that! It’s my favorite one!”

He squeezed her slightly and kissed her again. “Okay, no promises, but I’ll try my best to put it in.”

“Thank you.”

They laid in silence for a while. It was quite comforting. Bo never wanted to leave the bed. He just wanted to hold (Y/N) and lay here in the dark and silence.

“I miss this,” (Y/N) whispered into the silence.

Bo sighed. “Me too. I promise I’ll try not to work too late so that we can have these moments more often. And I promise I’ll try to finish the special soon so that I’m not working on it at all anymore.”

“You don’t have to finish it soon if you don’t feel it’s ready, but I would prefer it if you were here in bed with me when I fell asleep at night. It’s not the same to fall asleep in a lonely bed all by myself.”

“I promise. Now get some sleep. I can tell you’re fighting off the unconsciousness.”

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled to herself. Of course he was right, she felt exhausted now after their bathroom activities. Being curled in his warm embrace didn’t help that matter either. She settled herself next to him and closed her eyes, letting the sleep take hold of her. Bo wasn’t too far behind, placing one last kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Natasha: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

Y/N: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

[egotisticaleverything]

High school Party

Bo Burnham x reader

A/N: this has been rotting in my draft for centuries so not requested just needed to finish this and cure my writers block for good !!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Bo being unreasonably mean, reader is a down bad loser, almost fucking to prove a point

“Hey-Uh Bo?” I tap the tall boys shoulder, trying to get his attention in the crowded living room we’re standing in, “I wanted to ask if I could have your number- so we could like hand out some time?”

“What?” He says after turning around

“I said could I have your number-“

“I heard you fuck face I’m just not falling for the same song and dance again” he scoffs, taking a sip from his cup.

“What do you mean-“ I sputter out

“I know Chrissy sent you over here to fuck with me alright?” He shrugs “hey hot popular conventionally attractive friend of mine, go over and ask out the weird skinny kid.” He mocks her in a high pitched voice.

“What- no I just want your number asshole the fuck?” I scowl at him stepping back, phone in my left hand, beer in my right.

“Fine whatever. I’ll put my number in your phone. Just shut up.” He grabs my phone.

“Thanks, geez for an apparent ‘nerd’ you sure are a dickhead” I roll my eyes, looking down at my beer.

“Here.” He almost chucks the phone back at me “you win your little dare, pass go to collect 200” he walks away unphased.

“Bo- wait” I grab his arm “could we like maybe hang out some time..?” I manage to crack a slight smile as if my heart isn’t racing

“God you’re a good actress” he turns his head towards me “fine. Lunch. Tomorrow. Text me your address.” He pulls his arm away.

I look down at my phone to see the contact name he’s given himself “Truth or dare”, thought he’d be more original.

Me: I’m not Jk wit u I actly like u dmbas :/

TorD: ok def selling it 2 hard

Me: fuk u

TorD: shut up ur drnk

Me: I wish I wernt so cute cuz if u wernt id kill u

TorD: get sober then u can smd :P jkkkk

Me: u still at da party

TorD: obvi dmbas

Me: meet u upstairs in 10

TorD: no u wont

Me: yes I will

TorD: fine im redy for ur prank or wtver

Me: u still think im jk lol XD

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I walk into the room to see Bo sat on the bed “Surprised to see me here?” He jokes “I made sure to scope out the whole room for whatever you’re planning.”

“I’m not planning anything- what is wrong with you?” I am starting to get annoyed at this point,

“Yeah sure whatever-“ I cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, grabbing the collar of his shirt as I straddle his hips on the bed. I slowly bring my left hand up behind his head, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss as he groans. “You’re a good fucken actor.”

“I-… am not-… acting-…” I say between kisses as I lower Bo onto the bed, “you fucking brat.” I heave,

“God you’re something alright…” Bo attempts to catch his breath

“You’re lucky I take birth control” I say as I start undoing my jeans,

“Holy fuck you’re serious about this…” he looks up red faced

“You’re finally catching on, great work.” I scoff “Now what do you want me to do to you?” I giggle, trailing a hand down his chest.

“I-uhm wow” his cocky demeanour has completely disappeared, replaced with a flustered mess of a man who’s almost melting below me.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask him firmer this time as I throw my shirt across the room.

“I-oh wow uhm I-I’ve never gotten this far” he stutters and stumbles as i straddle him in nothing but my underwear and bra,

“I can tell.” I cross my arms “now use your big boy words and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I mean I really do-I’m not sure I-“

“Just say it”

“What”

“The first thing that comes to your mind”

“I-uh- fuck- I’m sorry” he facepalms, the crimson of his face barley peaking out.

“What-Bo?” I pull his hands away from his face, genuinely concerned.

“Why are you of all people into me?” He looks away,

“I-what do you mean?” I ask genuinely confused, what does he mean ‘me of all people’.

“You’re friends with Chrissy and Grace and all those other really pretty girls-“ he starts rambling “fuck you’re gorgeous, I-I mean that’s the reason I was so defensive…” his eyes drifted towards me, as he obviously tried to not look at my body.

“Bo… why do you think I stare at you every day in chemistry-?” I ask now just as red faced as the man below me “why do you think I spend so much time around the drama club when crew aren’t even needed-“

“What-?”

“Ever since freshman year- Bo I’ve been in love with yo-“ I’m suddenly cut off by a kiss, as he sits up, one of Bo’s hands finds its place on the back of my neck, the other places itself on my lower back.

“I’m- I don’t think I want to rush into this…” he sighs “I think you’re really pretty and fun to be around but I don’t want to take things too fast-“

“Thank god-sorry but I like you too much to just fuck you and prove a point.” I laugh sitting up “so… are you free next Friday after drama club?”

[takeoffyourbrasandburnhamao3]

Keeping this account mostly as an archive…I probably won’t use it much anymore. Claimed all my fics on my main ao3 (links still work). If Bo is retiring…¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now the show is done…I hope you’re happy ❤️

[willsdreamgirl]

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hi, i’m anna! i’m 18, and i use she/her pronouns!welcome to my blog! i write for skrunkly internet boys! this is an 18+ nsfw account, if you have a blank blog or if your age isn’t visible on your blog, you will be blocked. minors dni!!

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i will write smut, fluff and angst; be as kinky as you’d like! this is a no judgement blog <3

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[ikemen-trifecta]

can I get a coffee with genshin or obey me! characters reacting to their s/o coming out as asexual on top? /lh

Here you go~! Your order served with extra whip cream, some chocolate drizzle, and a cherry on top!!!

I had so much fun writing this, and I hope everyone reading this loves it too!!! :D And remember~ you all are valid!! <3

Enjoy!!! <3 ~ Mod Astraea!! >:3

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💖⚠️caution!! It’s super sweet!!!⚠️💖

Coming Out as Asexual to the Demon Brothers!!

Lucifer: 

Would be super understanding! 

“Thank you for sharing this with me MC. I love to know more about you.”

He will ruffle your hair and any anxiety you had inside of you away with a sweet smile on his face

As long as he gets to spend time with you and have you by his side, that is all that matters <3

“Your very presence is so soothing to me. Now come closer, I want to hold you.”

After you told him he would be extra careful to make sure you were comfortable with anything he did, even gentle touches to brush a strand of hair out of your face, or to get a bit of food on your cheek. 

“(y/n) you have a bit of cream on your cheek…may I?” 

NOT TO MENTION HOW SWEET HE WOULD BE <3

“Please, tell me all the ways that you do wish to be touched. I'll give you my undivided attention.” FELL TO MY KNEES AT WALMART

Would be so respectful of your boundaries~ the epitome of a gentleman!! 

Mammon:

“Oh! Y-ya are? That’s pretty cool…” 

You can tell from his facial expressions and how he’s stuttering he has absolutely no idea what that means 

After you explain it to him, he totally accepts you!! 

To him, head rubs and holding hands means everything <3 EMPHASIS ON THE HEAD RUBS 

And he would never give those up for anything in the world! He feels like a million Grimm every time you pat his head!!

And now that you’ve told him he feels so special!! He’ll be all like (y/n) told me…ME!! 

If someone tries to make fun of you for your sexual orientation, expect him to run to your defense and go into attack mode!!

“No one makes fun of my human, ya hear me!? If any stupids act mean to you, I’ll give 'em’ a piece of the Great Mammon!” 

It makes the “I was y/n’s first!!!” jokes so funny though ashdjksl

LIKE “mAMS PLEASE-”

Leviathan:

“Do you…still like me?” Poor baby is worried that he may not be good enough T-T

“Of course I do!! You cry out and explain, “I don’t feel sexual attraction at all, and I just never want to have sex in general. I love you lots Levi!! Thiisss much!!” You extend your arms out by your side as far as they can possibly go, which immediately puts a blush on his face.

His worries fade into happiness, and when you ask how he feels about it he goes, “I d-don’t mind at all! If it means I can still play games together all day with you and do the things we love together, it doesn’t matter to me in the slightest!”

He adds with a slight blush while glancing over to the side, “I mean that’s normie stuff anyways!! I’m comfortable like this with you!” 

He’s also over the moon that you trusted him with this and told him!! <3

Would gift you little pins like the ones adorned on his shirt with the Asexual pride flag!! So you can match with him too hehe

Shows you characters who are also asexual!! He would want you to feel represented, and you guys would also head canon characters together that you feel are asexual too!!

He thinks the way you say, “that’s me!!” when watching a show with an asexual character and your whole face lights up is the cutest thing ever! Levi knows exactly how it feels to see someone like yourself in the media, and how big of a comfort it is! 

This also opens up to squealing over kins together <3

Satan:

“Okay, that’s cool. We don’t need to do anything you're not comfortable with. I’ll show you how much I care about you in other ways. It’s your sexuality and it’s part of you…and I love every part of you.” 

You almost have tears of happiness in your eyes!! “Satan that was so sweet…”

“Oh, hush you,” he says with the biggest blush on his face

He’ll honestly be so proud of you for coming out because he knows it’s not easy! 

AND YES IN OTHER WAYS HE SHOWS YOU LOVE~ HE DOES INDEED <3

Because is there anything better than sex? Yeah, a really good book! 

He will read a lot about it and educate himself on the topic as much as possible!! Best ally ever <3

And he will read to you while you lay your head on his lap <3

Asmodeus:

If you were nervous about telling him cause he’s the Avatar of Lust - don’t be!!

He will immediately cup your cheeks and pepper your forehead with kisses~!

"Being with you makes me happy and I can see every day how happy you are with me! That’s all that matters (y/n)!" 

Would buy you pride flags and make his own with cute designs with the colors to support you!! 

THE MOST ROMANTIC GESTURES IN THE WORLD

He will adorn his bathroom with divinely scented candles and rose petals to bathe together with you - only if you’re comfortable with it!

Lots of self-care with him~ face masks, bath bombs~ you know it!

Oh and of course massages are a must!! It makes him feel close to you <3

Also, if you’re open about being ace, he will totally paint your nails white, black, and purple and make them look beautiful! 

He will constantly let you know that sexual feelings aren’t everything, and that there is so much more than that! He will always reassure you that he is there to give you love and affection~

“I will always be ready to give you so much love! Nothing will ever change that hon~”

Beelzebub:

You know all too well that Beel loves his food! So, you know just what route you should go with this! The cake analogy!! 

At first, when you start explaining how some people like chocolate and vanilla, he lights up and starts engaging intensely with your explanation 

And then when you tell him, “so basically, I’d rather eat cake than have sex!!” he immediately understands!!

All the talk of cake makes his stomach growl

“MC, would you like to go get cake with me?” to which you happily go out on a cake eating date with him!!

You grin and just KNOW you have to tell him about all the garlic bread memes 

And surprise surprise~ he loves them 

“There’s nothing better than eating food with you. It tastes even yummier when we’re together and fills me up in another way. There’s no better feeling than this.” :D

Belphegor: 

"That's fine, I still love you (y/n), it doesn't change a single thing."

CUDDLE SESSIONS CUDDLE SESSIONS

Belphie is so down to just cuddle with you! 

Sometimes he would like to rest his head on your bare tummy/thighs because he’s big on physical touch and it makes him feel close to you

And your heart!! Whenever he rests his head on your chest and hears the sound of your heart beating it makes him feel so warm and fuzzy

After telling him, you two lay on soft blankets together, hands intertwined. It’s so quiet and comfortable, and just as you think to yourself that this couldn’t get any better, Belphie mutters out in a sleepy voice, “I want you by my side forever and always…” Truly the magic words for this tranquil and enchanting moment shared between the two of you <3

[thatgirlthousandmilesaway]

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[allexthakatt]

Here's the updated Masterlist!!!!

If you'd like to see who I write for, and what I'll write, please look at this post!

Dance of Death ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Do I Wanna Know? ❤️‍🔥

That This Feeling Flows Both Ways ❤️‍🩹 pt 2 to Do I Wanna Know

Panty Raid 🥵

Not Like The Others ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Save Your Tears ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Thunderstorms Are Scary, But You Make It Better 🥵❤️‍🩹

Mixed Signals ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Liars Get Punished 🥵❤️‍🔥

Never Gonna Leave You ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Lend a Shoulder ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

THERE WILL BE MORE CHARACTERS COMING SOOONNN

[wtf-igo]

Something New

(CW: Pegging, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Anal Fingering, Femdom, Light Bondage, Blowjob, Face Riding, Sub!Bo)

NSFW 18+, Minors DNI

Word Count - 4.3k

Bo is difficult to figure out. He’s completely unpredictable, surprising – that’s one of the reasons why you love him so much, you’ve never met anybody like him. So when he poured his heart out to you last week about his deepest, untold desires, you’re surprised to say that this didn’t come as much of a shock to you.

You’d had a suspicion that Bo might show an interest in anal play for a while leading up to this. Initially, he would just make little comments about it in passing; mostly jokes. But he brought it up frequently enough for him to get your eyebrows raised.

But there was one incident in particular that really got you questioning things.

It was a friday night, you two had decided to stay in and watch a movie. But neither of you watched a single minute.

So there you were, palms splayed out on his bare chest as you rode him mercilessly into the couch. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, heightened moans gushing from his lips. You’d taken on a more dominant role that night, and he was beneath you, blurting out clusters of words that were hardly even a sentence. But between the strained “Don’t stop,”s, and the “Use me, fuck— please!”s, there was one sentence that punched the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck- I want you inside me— I- I want you to fucking ruin me- Shit, s-shit— god, I’m so close, baby, please.”

It was wildly out of the blue, but nevertheless, you came almost instantly, and he followed suit shortly after.

Ever since then, the thought of being inside of him while he’s gasping and begging beneath you had been festering in your brain. You never talked about what he said that night, and he seemed a little embarrassed of himself afterward. So you figured that you’d just leave it alone. Until last week, when he finally fessed up.

Now, you have an inclination that tonight is going to be the night.

You knew that he wouldn’t make the first move, so the responsibility is on your shoulders. You took him out to a fancy restaurant for dinner, teasing him a little throughout the entire night. From wearing a slightly skimpy, short black dress that would give anyone an eyeful if you bent over, to a gentle brush of your fingers against his bicep, to your hand slowly sliding up his inner thigh on the car ride home.

As you both walked through the front door, you told him that you have a surprise planned, and that he’s going to love it.

To which he responded with a mumbled, “You know I hate surprises.”

You huffed a laugh.

Now, you’ve both miraculously made it up the stairs and to the bedroom, limbs in knots and hands everywhere.

His lips move against yours hurriedly, shrugging his blazer off of his shoulders and kicking it away with a socked foot. You grin, tugging on the knot of his tie to loosen it, then slipping it from his neck. You’ve made a decision to not allow him to take off your dress, and that’s becoming increasingly more difficult as he starts to become more desperate. Your skin burns as he moans quietly and paws at one of your breasts with his large hand, your kisses turning feverish as you both collapse into the bed, with him on top of you. Not exactly the ideal position for what you have planned for tonight.

You pull away momentarily, your head spinning as you try to catch your breath. “Get on your back,” You manage, and he pauses.

“What?”

You meet his eyes, smiling softly. “Just do it, trust me. Please,”

Despite the dim lighting in the room, you can see the pretty shade of red that blooms across his pale skin. He does what he’s told, clambering off of you and flopping down on his back, hands resting idly on his belly.

You grin, sitting up on your knees and shuffling closer to him. “There you go, such a good boy.” You hum nonchalantly, your fingers finding the buttons on his plain white button-down.

His eyes go wide as the words register in his brain and you can hear the way his breath catches in his throat.

Swinging your legs over his narrow hips, you straddle him, feeling his growing excitement pressing into you from below. You slowly unbutton him, sliding the white fabric down his arms before adding it to the rest of the pile of clothes gathering into a heap on the floor of the bedroom.

“Fuck.” He exhales softly through his nose as you take hold of his limp wrists and delicately pin them to the mattress on either side of his head.

His eyes are wide, his pupils blown out as he looks up at you heatedly. He isn’t the only flustered one, though. Your face is burning, and you feel like you could melt into a puddle any minute now at the mere sight of him.

You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

“Alright, hold still baby,” You say. There’s a slight authoritarian tone to your voice, one that makes him shiver beneath you, his cock throbbing against your ass. “Be good for me, yeah?”

A wicked grin appears on your face as he nods, squirming against your grip, his lips red and a little puffy from your previous assault on his mouth. Fuck. You’re surprising yourself with how much you’re enjoying this, and you’ve only just begun.

Your eyes flutter closed as you start to roll your hips on top of him, feeling him writhe below you, drawing out a quiet moan from his lips. “Oh god.. Please,” He grits, balling his hands into fists as you grind against him – your pace torturously slow. A delightful heat blooms in your stomach, a flame flickering inside of you as you speed up, the harshness of him rubbing against you, providing just the right amount of friction.

It doesn’t take long for him. Not long at all. His breathing quickens, and so does his pulse, thrumming violently against your fingertips. Your grip on his wrists tightens as you watch his eyes screw tightly shut, his jaw slackening as he furrows his brows, the softest whines spilling from his mouth. You know that look all too well, and you’re mesmerized.

“Wait, fuck– You— You’re gonna, I’m gonna…” He cuts himself off with a pained groan, holding himself back. You tug yourself back down to earth in a split second, slowing your movements to a stop and watching as his whole body tenses from being denied release. His eyes open slowly and he looks almost pained as you climb off of him and sit up on your knees beside him, trying to keep your demeanor calm and composed.

The mess in your underwear tells a completely different story.

Your fingertips play with the scant dusting of light brown downy hair that disappears below his waistband. “Do you remember what you told me last week?” You purr.

He perks up instantly.

“What you wanted me to do to you?” You continue, trailing your fingertips down, ghosting over the prominent bulge in his pants. He inhales.

“Y-yeah,” He huffs, hips bucking shallowly into your touch. He clears his throat. “What— uhm.. what about it?”

You remove your hand from him and he sighs quietly into the air. You take a moment, feeling the words in your mouth before you say them. “I’d like to try it,” You say softly. “Tonight.”

His expression lights up immediately and he nods vigorously.

“Nuh, uh,” You tut, watching as his face falls. “Use your words baby. I wanna hear you say it,”

A pink hue rushes to his cheeks and he looks a little embarrassed, averting his gaze anxiously. “Yes.. honey,”

“Mm, there you go, that’s better..” You smile, running your palm up and down his thigh absentmindedly, his eyes jumping from yours to your lips and then to the hand slowly inching its way into his slacks. He whimpers – a pathetic noise, really. But nonetheless, it sends a new wave of arousal straight between your thighs. Using your other hand now, you pull lazily on his waistband, telling him to lift his hips. He doesn’t hesitate, cheeks flushed and hair unruly as he watches you tug his pants down enough to be able to fish his cock out of his boxers.

Your lips morph into a sly grin, leaning over and snatching the bottle of lube from your bedside table. A shuddering breath escapes him, running an errant hand through his hair as his heated eyes stay locked on you, cautiously awaiting your next move.

You manage to fully slip off his bottoms and toss them to the floor beside you, parting his thighs gingerly. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. To be completely honest, you feel just as nervous as Bo looks. “You know that we can stop whenever you’d like, honey. I want you to feel safe, alright?” You say, spreading a dollop of lube onto your fingers.

He nods. “I know, I know,”

You flash a smile, slowly pushing your fingers between his legs and prodding gently at his entrance. He gasps, biting down on his hand as you start to massage the tight ring of muscle, just barely dipping the tip of your index finger inside.

“I’m gonna put it inside of you now, okay?” You say softly, tilting your head and kissing his knee gently. His whole body is rigid with nerves. “Just relax,”

His response is breathy and sharp. “Okay.”

And then, you start to slip a single finger inside, your cunt clenching around nothing as you hear his breath come in quick, shallow gasps, his body getting used to such an unfamiliar sensation. Eventually, his breathing steadies and he relaxes a little.

“Please,” He whimpers quietly. “Please, move,”

He sounds desperate now, his eyes pleading. It suits him. You think. You start to gently curl your finger inside of him, gauging the different reactions and noises he makes as you feel your way around, trying to find that spot. His back arches off the bed slightly, soft cries and moans escaping him as you add a second finger, moving them a little bit faster, a little harder.

Your angle shifts ever so slightly and Bo lets out a choked moan. “Shit— Don’t stop, please don’t stop, right there, please,”

A satisfied smirk appears on your face and you focus more heavily on that area, using deep, slow strokes with the pads of your fingers until he can’t hold himself back any longer — gripping the headboard until his knuckles turn a ghostly shade of white as he lets loose the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard him make.

You decline your head, your warm breath hitting the sensitive patch of skin on his neck. “God, you look so pretty,”

He just moans in response.

“You want me to fuck you now?” You breathe against the shell of his ear, the tendons and muscles in your arm starting to ache.

“Yes,” He nods, his voice strained.

You waste no time in removing your fingers from him, your insides simmering with heat as you hear him whine at the loss. Wiping your fingers on your dress, you return to your feet, sauntering toward your bedside table and opening the drawer. Your hands are a little shaky as you take out the black strap-on tentatively, hearing Bo draw in a sharp breath beside you at the sight of it.

The appendage isn’t all that big, a modest five inches. You didn’t want to freak him out or overwhelm him with anything more.

Alright, You think. Here goes nothing.

You can feel Bo’s eyes on you as your hand slips underneath your dress, gingerly pulling down your red, lace panties. You return to your usual stature, tossing the embarrassingly drenched price of fabric behind you.

You turn to face him wordlessly, stepping into the harness slowly, taking your time, teasing him a little. He looks almost mesmerized as he stares at your new appendage. Oh, what you would give to hear what’s going through his head right now.

There’s one more thing you have in mind. You reach into the drawer again, fishing out two pairs of furry handcuffs. Bo has used them on you every now and then. And right now, you’re unable to get the mental image of him bound to the bed frame out of your head.

You watch his lust-blown eyes widen a little, his lips parting in surprise.

You find your way back to your previous position, between his open thighs as he stares down his nose at you. Now, up close and personal, you can see the faint hint of fear in his expression. Your gaze softens instantly.

“Hey. It’s okay, you can take it. I know you can,” You soothe, leaning down slightly and kissing him on the forehead. “Just hold out your hands for me, baby.”

His body relaxes a little, and he hastily obeys your request. You take a hold of his pliant wrists, dangling the cuffs in front of his face. “Is this okay?” You ask.

He looks up at the restraints, and a quiet whine falls from his lips. He nods without a hint of hesitation.

“There you go,” You murmur, locking the two pairs of cuffs around both of his wrists and attaching them to the bed frame, before leaning back on the heels of your palms to admire your work. And dear god, is it a beautiful sight.

His stare is ingrained with a kind of heat you’ve never seen from him before. Bound hands tensing as he squirms beneath you in anxious anticipation.

You’ve always had a thing for being on top, and Bo loves it when you take control. It’s the feeling of control and dominance that really hits you in the weak spot. That and bringing a fully grown, six and a half feet tall man to his knees before you.

You’ll never get over it.

You pour a generous amount of lube onto yourself, spreading it around with a few wet strokes of your hand.

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth as you press the tip against him gently, meeting his gaze. “You want this?”

He gives you a short nod of affirmation, and you hum thoughtfully.

“Then beg.” You tell him, watching his face fall and his cock throb in response. He looks stunned, like his brain just short-circuited. “If you want it so badly, then beg.”

“Please..” He murmurs, barely even audible.

You shoot him a stern look.

He whines. “Please— fuck, please. I- I need it. I’ll be good, I can take it, I swear. Just, please!”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, “There you go, that’s better,” You hum, your voice shaking in the middle of the sentence. You lining yourself up with his entrance and without warning, you start to push into him slowly, gently, relishing the cry he lets out.

“Oh god— Oh fuck,” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as you bottom out inside of him. You pause for a moment, letting him adjust to the feeling.

“You okay?” You ask, watching the frenetic rise and fall of his chest.

“Yes— feels good. Please,” He gasps, fingers outstretched and arms tensing with the effort of pulling on the restraints.

You nod in response. “I’m gonna move now, is that alright with you?” You ask, swiping your thumb gently back and forth over his hip bone.

“Fuck yes, yes..” His breathy pleas dissolve into a guttural moan as you slowly draw your hips back, before rocking back inside, drawing a soft grunt from him. The first few thrusts are shallow and tentative, your eyes and ears picking up on the micro-movements in his expression, and the hushed gasps that catch in his throat with every press of your hips.

The strap-on fits snugly, so you can fucking feel the tug as he spasms and flutters around you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” He pants, bucking his hips against you, matching your pace as best he can, desperately chasing that blissful feeling. You can only imagine how it must feel for him.

Bo rolls his head so that his cheek is pressed flush against the silk pillow. He groans, thighs clenching as you keep up your torturously slow pace, trading in speed for long, deep strokes. You’re just barely brushing against his prostate, reveling in the way this edging is driving him absolutely insane — his strained moans increasing in volume. You know that every drag must feel like an eternity to him by now. But you’re not speeding up until he asks you to.

You lean forward, caging his body with your own. The shift in angle takes you impossibly deeper inside of him, and Bo lets out a high-pitched moan, wrapping his legs around your waist. You grin, your mouth descending on the smooth skin of his throat, pressing gentle kisses and nipping carefully before sucking a mark over his heart. Bo exhales sharply and arches into your touch, his tired eyes still sparkling as you meet his gaze.

“Please,” He moans.

“Please what, baby?” You probe, condescension dripping from your voice. “Tell me what you want,”

“Faster,” He whimpers softly as you hit just the right spot. “Fuck— Please go faster,”

“Jesus Christ. So needy.. You just can’t help yourself, huh?” You tut, reaching down to tuck a stray lock of hair out of his face. The words roll off of your tongue so easily, sharp and tangy as you watch his cheeks turn a deep red.

“Well if you insist,” You roll your eyes a little, holding back a smirk. Wasting no time, you snap your hips into him harshly, earning you a high-pitched yelp. You quickly sink into a rhythm that has him gasping and begging you for more in no time, his cock twitching against your belly. He’s not the only one losing it; you’re hardly holding it together yourself, the lack of friction actually starting to hurt. But this isn’t about you, it’s about him. It’s about fulfilling the fantasy that he worked up enough courage to share with you.

“You’re doing so well, taking it so pretty.” You praise, reaching between your sweaty bodies and taking his cock in your hand. The sound he makes is something you could have never imagined, hips bucking wildly into your touch as you run your thumb along the tip of him.

“Fu- uck, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop, please don’t stop,” A strangled moan escapes from deep in his lungs, and you watch as he comes completely undone beneath you. Any amount of shyness or apprehension has been thrown out of the window as he thrashes, the noises coming from his mouth like the sweetest of songs.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” You husk, your hips aching from the exertion. Yet, you persevere.

He nods frantically, tensing up his hands. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck”

You’re positively throbbing. “Then do it.”

Using the leftover lube slathered on your hand, you start to stroke him in time with your thrusts — steadily building in ferocity as you become completely absorbed in the moment.

You start to focus more heavily on the tip of him, hearing the choked gasps and whimpers peeling from his lips. “It feels good, fuck, you feel good— I’m Gonna— I-I’m gonna—”

You thrust deep inside him as you stroke him once, twice — and that’s all it takes for him to completely unravel. Bo’s eyes fall shut as he cries out, coming in your hand and spilling himself onto his belly, body convulsing and shaking in your arms as his orgasm overtakes him. He tugs on the restraints, making strangled moans and whimpers, his high seeming to go on for an eternity. You’ve never seen him have one this intense, and boy is it a sight to behold.

But what goes up must come down, and after a few final breathy moans, his body finally goes lax, the occasional quiet noise slipping from his lips.

Tugging your short dress over your head, you use it to clean him up, watching as he twitches and shivers as the fabric drags along his skin.

You take special care in pulling the appendage out, not wanting to hurt him in any way. He grunts a little at the emptiness, and you quickly shuffle out of the harness and up his body, straddling his waist as you unlock the cuffs, stroking the redness blooming on his wrists and he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“You did so good, baby,” You say softly. “So good.”

He cracks a small, weary smile, his tired eyes lazily meeting yours. He hums as you push the hair from his face, stroking his cheek gently with your thumb and wiping away a stray tear that he had knocked loose.

He mumbles something inaudible, eyes fluttering as he looks up at you like he can’t believe you’re real and here with him right now in this moment.

“Speak up, honey,” You coo.

He pauses, trying to collect himself. His thoughts seem to have been thoroughly fucked out of his head. You feel the faintest twinge of pride at the fact. “What about you?” His hazy eyes dip down to the apex of your thighs.

You feel your stomach flip. “Oh. Don’t worry about me.” You assure him, leaning down to give him a short peck on the lips.

“No, no, no,” He shakes his head, chasing your lips a little as you part. “I wanna taste. Please,”

You tilt your head to the side, running your fingertips down his chest and across his nipples — earning you a small whine.

“You want me to sit on your face, sweetie?” You grin, and he makes a small rumbling sound of agreement in his throat.

You sit up on your knees, shuffling further up the bed until you’re hovering just above his mouth. Bo grins from beneath you, and that almost animalistic look of hunger flashes in his eyes. You watch his tongue sweep along his bottom lip fleetingly. You’re dripping with anticipation. It’s a little embarrassing, actually.

But he doesn’t seem to care at all. Not when you’re lowering yourself down onto his face. His warm, wet tongue immediately gets to work on you, sighing as the salty tang of your arousal spreads across his taste buds. You groan, threading your fingers firmly into his hair.

“Oh, holy shit—“ You gasp. “Fuck your mouth’s so good on me, baby. All mine.”

He makes a pleased noise from below you as you start to well and truly ride his face. His hands grasping at your thighs as you tug on his hair lightly, fucking his head into the mattress.

Nothing you have so far come to know can beat feeling of his head buried eagerly between your thighs, his hands on you, the cute little noises he makes when you react to something that he does. You could stay like this forever. He licks long, broad strokes against your clit and you tilt your head back, canting your hips and sighing up at the ceiling. You push down harder on top of him — at this point, he hardly even has to do anything but lay there as you grind on his face, just let you use him. He makes a small whimpering sound in his throat, the vibrations only steering you closer and closer to ruin.

“Shit— Just like that.” You moan, arching your back as he suckles on your clit, devilish tongue rapidly sweeping from side to side. “There’s my good boy,”

He’s seems to be motivated by your words of praise, lapping at you like a starved man. And perhaps he is, in a sense.

You grind down hard, breath catching in your chest, head thrown back in ecstasy as he provides delicious pressure to your clit, gliding his trembling hands up the length of your body to toy with your nipples and palm your breasts, and that's the last straw. Your orgasm hits you like a brick to the face, thighs clenching around his head and you nearly suffocate him. He doesn’t really mind though, working you through your orgasm as he lets out muffled, wet moans against you.

You know that, given the opportunity, he would stay in this exact position until you came another three, four times. Your cunt flutters at the thought. But much to his dismay, you tap his head gently, signaling for him to cease his movements. You dismount him and flop down beside him on the bed, spent.

“I love you so much..” He says, his voice still garbled. “You’re amazing, and beautiful, an-and that was so fucking hot, I just— thank you, I love you,”

“I love you too,” You wrap your arms around him, and he meets you with a lazy, sweet kiss. You grin against his soft lips, feeling how both his mouth and chin are completely soaked, tasting so strongly of you. “More than you’ll ever know,”

He hums contently and nestles his head between your breasts, eyes fluttering closed as you hold him, the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex in the air.

After a while, he speaks up, his voice timid.

“Do you think we could, like..” He murmurs, tracing invisible patterns on your skin with his fingertips. “Do that again sometime? But— only if you want to, I mean.”

You let out a laugh at his sudden bashfulness, nodding slowly as your fingers play with the soft curls that reach the base of his neck. “Of course, baby. Definitely. Yes.”

You feel him shiver at the pet name. It somehow has more weight to it now, seeing as you were calling him by that name mere moments ago while balls deep inside of him.

“Thank you,” He sighs happily, shifting his position to get more comfortable.

It doesn’t take long for him to drift off to sleep, and you watch his back rise and fall with every breath he takes and releases.

You decline your neck, kissing the crown of his head softly. Muttering quietly against his hair,

“Sweet dreams, honey.”

[xiaohuaaaa]

GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT INTO OMNICENT VIEWER

[algea]

when I tell you I’m quaking in my chair, sobbing over how attractive Bo Burnham is, I truly mean it

[storiesforallfandoms]

a different side ~ bo burnham

word count: 2611

request?: yes!

“A bo burnham fic‼️‼️ maybe they get drunk and cuddle on the couch and then things heat up and bo turns out to be very verbal and dominating?? Thanks 🙏”

description: in which a drunk night leads her to see an entirely different side of her sweet, goofy boyfriend

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; m receiving, deepthroating, gagging, face fucking, drunk sex, rough fucking, face down ass up type thing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, rough and dominant bo, reader is shocked but it is fully consentual)

masterlist (one, two)

Ever since you first met him, Bo was a sweet, goofy guy. He always knew how to put a smile on your face, and he was always incredibly kind and sweet towards basically everyone he met. He said his stage persona was fake on numerous occasions, but he did match that persona in more ways than he realized.

He was a sweet, Golden Retriever type of guy. Until the first night that you both got really drunk.

Bo had showed up to your apartment with a bottle of wine and some take out.

“I know you said you wanted to stay home because you had a load of work to do,” he said when you answered the door. “But I wanted to see you. So, I figured maybe we could have a date night in whenever you’re done with your work.”

He really knew how to make you smile and how to make your heart flutter.

“I may finish up now that you’re here. I really need some relaxation.”

“Well, I can help you with that.” He raised an eyebrow at you, suggestively. You giggled and stepped aside to let him in.

You finished up your work for the night and changed into some comfy clothes to join Bo in the living room. He had set out a blanket and the food as a little indoor picnic, and was pouring up two glasses of wine. He smiled at you and held out a glass to you.

You sat with him and the two of you started to talk about your days. You had been feeling swamped with your workload the past few days and you hadn’t been able to do much else besides trying to catch up on the workload. You were glad Bo had come over despite you having cancelled your usual date night.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to finish the bottle of wine Bo had brought. Your whole body felt light and tingly from the alcohol. You decided to get up and get the wine you already had in your fridge to keep the feeing alive. Another bottle later, and you and Bo were cuddling on the couch. You pressed a few kisses against his neck, earing you a few groans in response. In your inebriated daze, you felt pleasure in his responses. They fueled your desire to get more from him, so you continued to kiss over his neck.

“You better be careful, princess,” he said, his voice husky with the alcohol and lust.

You had never heard the pet name from Bo before. It caused a tingly feeling between your legs and you dared to ask, “Or else what?”

In an instant, Bo’s hands were grabbing you and pinning you down to the couch. You were taken by surprise and wasn’t sure how to react. Luckily, you didn’t have to because his lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you. You tried to wrap your legs around his waist to get some friction between the two of you, but he broke away from the kiss to push them away.

“If you want to kiss something, I’ll give you something to kiss,” he said.

Before you could ask what he meant, he had you off the couch and on your knees between his legs. He undid his pants and pulled his erect member free. It flopped against his stomach, standing at full attention for you. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, despite having seen his member many times before.

Bo touched your face. It was gentle at first; the touch you were used to feeling. But it became a bit more rough when he grabbed the back of your head and pulled it roughly towards his lap.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged. “Get to kissing.”

You wasted no time in wrapping your lips around his tip. You were met with the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. Bo’s head lulled back against the couch as he let out a moan. His hand was still on your head, now pushing it down so you were taking his entire length in your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Take it all, princess.”

You did just that. You had him so far in your mouth you could feel him poking at the back of your throat. You were trying desperately not to gag, but the full feeling you had with him all the way in your mouth felt like too much. You tried to pull away as your stomach heaved from the gag, but Bo reached down and took hold of your head before you could fully take his length from your mouth.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “I’m not done with that mouth yet.”

You looked up at him and saw his lust filled look. You could feel your panties becoming drenched with your own arousal. You wanted nothing more than to feel him take them off of you and to take you right there on the couch, but it was very evident that he had other plans in mind. He was preparing to use you to his own pleasure, whether you gained pleasure from it or not.

He held your head in place as his hips slowly began to thrust into your mouth. He was careful not to push it too far into your throat to cause you to gag again. That seemed more like him, a gentle lover who was careful to make sure that you were okay during the experience. But he was holding your gaze so you could still see the sexual aggression in his eyes. They were not the eyes of your gentle lover looking back at you, but rather a whole different side of Bo you had never seen before.

You were surprised with how Bo was acting, but you were even more surprised with how turned on you were with the whole scenario. You had never been treated like this sexually before. For the most part, you had been with some very respectful sexual partners who preferred to take things slow or to “make love” so to speak. Up until now, Bo had been like that as well. You had never even thought about being handled in a rough way like this, let alone whether or not you would like it.

But you did. You really, really liked it.

Bo continued to thrust into your mouth, pushing himself as far in as he could without gagging you before pulling out again. It was slow at first, just enough so he could really feel your warm mouth wrapped around him and your wet tongue pressed against the underside of his dick. But once you had made his dick wet enough for his liking, his thrusts started to pick up. His grip on your head tightened so you couldn’t pull away as he fucked your mouth. Drool began to seep from your mouth and drip down your chin. You let out an involuntary whimper, becoming more and more turned on by the way he was treating you.

“Oh, you like that, princess?” he asked. “You like it when I fuck your face like this? When I just use you as my little cum dumpster. Fuck, look at your fucked out face. I haven’t even put my dick inside of you yet and you already look like you’re worn out.”

You certainly did not feel worn out. You wanted him inside of you more than anything. Your panties were so wet you were almost certain there’d be a wet spot left on your pants. You tried to reach between your legs to relieve some of the pressure you were feeling, but Bo quickly took one hand from your face to stop you.

“No touching,” he said. “Not until I say so. Do you think you can handle that?”

Your eyes were wide and pleading. You shook your head, which only caused Bo to laugh.

“You’re such a little whore, aren’t you?” he taunted. “Can’t even control yourself long enough to let daddy fuck you.”

Daddy!

You let out another whimper at the newest pet name to be introduced. You wanted to try it out for yourself, but your mouth was still full with Bo’s dick.

“What was that, princess?” he asked.

He pulled his dick free from your mouth to finally allow you to speak. “Please daddy.”

“Oh, the little whore begs now,” he commented. “What is it you’re begging for, my little whore?”

“I-I n-need you to fuck me,” you said. “Please daddy, I need it so bad.”

“You need it? Or you want it?”

“Both!” you cried. “Please, I’m so wet.”

He pulled you to a stand in front of him. He reached his hand into the waistband of your pants, causing you to gasp as he ran a finger through your drenched folds.

“Oh my, you truly are wet.” You nearly whimpered again as he pulled his hand away from you. “I can’t let my princess be unsatisfied, can I?”

You shook your head vigorously, your heart pounding with anticipation.

Bo stood, towering over you. You were always in awe at his height and you loved to be able to look up at him. But now, there was something more to that height. It was almost intimidating. You weren’t sure what he was going to do next.

You yelped as he roughly pushed you down onto the couch, positioning your body so that your head was down in the cushions and your ass was in the air. He made quick work of removing your pants and underwear, leaving your lower half completely bare to him. You felt the couch dip as Bo knelt behind you, and you gasped as you felt the warmth of his tip gliding through your folds.

“You’re so wet, I don’t even have to lube myself up,” he commented. “It’s almost like your body is preparing for me to fuck you into oblivion.”

You moaned in response at his comment. Your head was so blank you didn’t even think you could form a coherent sentence.

Bo continued to tease your clit for a little while until you were practically backing yourself into him, your body begging him to be inside of you. The feeling of his tip pushing through your opening and his dick slowly filling you sent a wave of pleasure through your body and you already felt like you could cum. You weren’t sure how you were going to last through what he was planning to do to you.

Unlike when he was fucking your face, Bo didn’t start slow. He placed a hand between your shoulder blades to hold you in place as he began to roughly thrust into you. The sound of skin slapping against one another and your combined moans and groans was the only thing filling the room. He was so rough that you were sure you could feel the couch moving beneath you. If you were in your right mind you’d probably be worried about the couch breaking, but you were so far from being in your right mind.

As expected, it didn’t take long for you to cum around him. You screamed out in pleasure, your hands gripping the couch beneath you as you came so hard you saw stars and started to pant. Bo murmured words of praise into your ear as he kept mercilessly thrusting into you, your juices dripping down his length onto his balls and then onto the couch. Your legs were already feeling wobbly and you were ready to flop down, but Bo wasn’t done with you yet.

He put an arm under your belly, holding you up in the position he wanted as he used his other hand to guide your hips back into him. “You can’t tap out yet, princess. I’m not ready to be done with you. You just have to hold on a little bit longer.”

You weren’t sure if you’d be able to, but you knew you would have to until Bo was done with you.

He held you in place like a fuck toy, and you were truly starting to feel that way. Despite the protests of your body, you still felt incredibly pleasured as he continued to fuck your cunt sore and puffy. Before you knew it, you could feel a pressure growing in your lower stomach again and you knew you were about to hit your second orgasm.

“I-I’m g-gonna cum,” you told him. “I-I don’t th-think I can l-last much longer, daddy.”

“It’s okay, princess. I’m getting close, too. Can you wait for me so we can cum together?”

You weren’t sure you could, but you tried your hardest for him. He held on to your hips with both hands and managed to fuck you harder than he had before somehow. You were screaming out in pleasure with every rough thrust and it wasn’t long before you couldn’t control yourself any longer and your orgasm took over. Feeling your walls tighten around him, Bo let out a long groan and you felt his warm seed coating the inside of your walls.

You were panting and coated in sweat when Bo slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered as the cool air touched your sore pussy. You could feel him dripping out of you and onto the couch. You made a mental note to absolutely bleach the couch clean whenever you got the chance. Or to burn it completely.

You finally collapsed onto your stomach, but you didn’t stay there for long. You felt Bo’s arms pick you up and hold you bridal style as he carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down in your bed and you both took off your shirts, deciding to be completely naked to cuddle and come down from your mutual highs.

Bo got you a cloth to clean you and himself off before he slid into bed next to you. He took you into his arms. You winced a little as your aching body rolled into him and your legs pushed together on your sore cunt. It was throbbing, but it wasn’t painful.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he asked. Every ounce of the dominant, rough man that had fucked the life out of you moments before was gone. You were almost shocked by the sudden change.

“No,” you said. “Okay, actually my body is a little worn and my pussy is throbbing, but I wouldn’t consider it pain. It felt good.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Okay, at least it felt good.”

“I’m very surprised though. Where did that come from?”

His cheeks turned bright red, almost like he was embarrassed. “Well...I mean...I’ve kind of always had that side of me. I didn’t want to show it because we’re still so new in this relationship and I didn’t want you to get afraid of me or anything. But...I think the alcohol just brought it out tonight. And then you were kissing my neck and it felt so good, and I just...didn’t want to stop myself. I was afraid you wouldn’t like it, and I would’ve stopped then, but it seemed like you thoroughly enjoyed that side of me.”

“Oh, I more than enjoyed it. In fact, I’d love to see more of that side of you if you’d be willing to show me more.”

"I’ll show you all you want to see, princess.”

And that one word caused the throb between your legs to become a dull ache, begging to feel Bo inside of you and to ruin you once again.

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cw - eating disorder, mentions of dissociation, mentions of suicidal thoughts, etc.?

hi everyone. i js wanna come on and say that I am struggling so much. and no im not saying this to get attention or condolences I just thought i should address why I havent been active as of late. a lot has gone on to the point i cant eat or sleep. every movement is so painful and idk how much longer I can hang on. please know it is none of your faults I am just in a place of dismal and my depression has slapped me in the face so hard that I've began dissociating again. I am trying to forget everything that's happened but it's too much. all I will say is that police WILL be involved as soon as I can go to them. im so so sorry for the lack of posts I am just not in the best space to do so. pls pls understand I haven't left any fandoms and that once I am back to an appropriate health I will try to post. y'all actually mean the world to me so js know im not going anywhere. at least I hope not. enjoy the 4th if you celebrate and if you dont, enjoy today anyways. it doesn't take much for someone to ruin your day and even your year. yall r so much more than what u think. ive asked my mom to put me back in therapy because this has taken a HUGE toll on me and I will ask to be admitted into the hospital (not mental, just a regular one), so i can try to find a way to get better. ich liebe dich❤

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When you catch his eye across the party while giggling with some other guy and you just know he’s about to drag you into an empty room and remind you who you belong to…