#cherriepicked

[julysn]

i was thinking andddd (nsfw content.)

andrew graves shotgunning during sex 🤷‍♂️

(if you don’t know what shotgun kissing is, basically someone will smoke something and exhale into the recipients mouth)

quick notes: hi this is like a quick thingy i wanted to post before i write that andrew graves smut that i've been ignoring since march. also this is the first time i've written something formatted like this so....

ALSO IS THE SMOKING ACCURATE?? i've never smoked

you're sitting on andrew's lap, similar to that one devlog art of andrew and ashley. his cock is inside of you, except this time, he isn't thrusting into you, you're riding him.

one of his hands is on your thigh, the other holding a cigarette clasped in-between is fingers. as you ride him, letting out soft whines, he just gazes at you with lustful eyes.

“baby, is that all you're gonna do?" you complain, lips slightly pouty, just the way he likes it.

".. what?"

“no kisses or nothing?" you complain again, batting your eyelashes and doing your best to give him a sweet, puppy dog look. you even start rocking your hips a bit harder, faster, anything for his attention. a smirk crawls up your face as you listen to his groans getting more frequent

"fine." andrew surrenders, sighing lightly but smiling as he takes a drag from his cigarette. the two of you lean in, meeting in the middle, yet instead of the two of you making out, his lips ghost over yours, almost brushing against yet not enough to be a real kiss.

you let out a soft whine as he exhales the smoke through his mouth and into yours, coughing lightly. "babe, i thought we were gonna make out or something."

he just smirks in return, taking another drag from his cigarette.

[father-imperator]

they're in love (i have never watched lmk)

this is for my bestest friend @cherriepicking

reblog and let me know in tags if you want me to forcibly diverge the neuros of your blorbos!!

[father-imperator]

i fucking love my wife you guys

@cherriepicking i love you

Interesting genre of image

[cinematicbookworm]

I’m reading an article for my capstone class having to due with race and oh man does it have some not so subtle racist ideologies running through it

[julysn]

it’s too late to stop, won’t the heavens save me?

nsfw sfw

ship: (somewhat ooc) andrew graves x afab!reader

includes cursing + sexual content. no plot, just sex. yeah. (probably) inaccurate depictions of sex, i haven’t even had my first kiss so idk what u expect from me. somewhat ooc, whatever, it’s smut. just read it dawg 😣

song: the edge of heaven - wham!

a/n: what am i cooking here. possibly ooc, idk i’m really sleepy and i’m in class rn so yeah..

i’m wearing the shirt (cough. u guys know) while writing this lmfaoo

first tcoaal fic. everyone cheered.

You gaze into his emerald eyes, admiring the way the only emotion visible in those orbs being pure, unfiltered lust.

Andrew looks at you as his hands slowly crawl up to pull down his boxers. You watch with anticipation as the cloth falls down to the floor, leaving him completely nude for you and you only. His shaft stands tall and erect, as hard as ever as the ravenette slowly approached you.

Your breath hitched as he stood before you, his tousled black hair sitting on his head all prettily as those gorgeous eyes stared down into your soul. It was like his gaze was unwinding you piece by piece, limb by limb, until you were nothing but your mere consciousness, and it was one of the sexiest yet scariest things you had ever seen. It almost made you afraid about the future, and, more specifically, tomorrow. Would you even be able to walk properly? With the way his orbs were fixated on you and you only, it didn’t look like it.

Andrew slouched down to kiss you as you sat on his bed, tenderly yet domineeringly pressing his lips against yours as his tongue slipped through your teeth and into your mouth. You let out soft gasps as his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, yearning to memorize each and every crevice he came across. You couldn’t get enough of his sweet lips as you leaned deeper into the make out session he had initiated.

Once the two of you finally broke apart, he gave you a few moments to catch your breath as he leaned in and began to leave gentle, wet kisses down from your temple to jawline. A soft blush crawled up your cheeks as you sat there, accepting his affection with open arms while the tip of his member pressed against your thigh.

“Andrew..” You moan out quietly, tilting your head to accept his jawline and neck kisses. Your voice was so smooth and velvety, Andrew felt himself melt into putty. He smiled faintly and gave you a haste kiss on the lips, before refocusing down on your collarbone and neck.

Your lips parted to let out soft groans, your hands and thighs trembling as he slowly began to pull your shirt off. His lustful eyes betrayed the sweet way he began to undress you, steadily taking each article of clothing off. Your cheeks reddened as more of your body began to get exposed, causing you to shiver slightly as the somewhat-chilly air hit your skin.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” He breathes out, voice deep and husky as his fingers gently grazed the fabric of your panties, teasing you before he would inevitably tug them off. You swore that the way he spoke and how sensual his voice was had made you even wetter than you already were, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

You watched as he tugged off your panties, leaving your entrance completely exposed to his hungry eyes, the feeling of his gaze on your most intimate areas making you more aroused. You watched as he pushed you down onto the bed, your back hitting the comfortable sheets as his lips pressed against your hips, leaving hot kisses down to your thighs. He was getting more and more comfortable as the night progressed, his advances becoming more bold.

The atmosphere slowly began to feel hotter, while your vision followed the way Andrew’s kisses trailed up to your entrance. You let out soft gasps as he began to gently lick your folds, his tongue sliding across the wet flesh like butter sliding across a pan. Your head reeled back in ecstasy as you threw your hand over your mouth to stifle your breathless moans, but you knew he didn’t mind when you were loud. It was like his way of claiming you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, Andrew, oh god-” You babble mindlessly, lost in the sea of pleasure that he had enveloped you in. His tongue slicked back and forth, leaving a trail of saliva all over your kiss-bruised clit. You look down, hand successfully suppressing your whines of pleasure as his head averted upwards to watch your expressions of pleasure. He smirked and pressed another kiss against your skin, a shiver of lust sending chills down your spine as your hands made its way into his hair and you gripped those soft strands of his, throwing your head back.

“You look desperate.” He scoffs lightheartedly as he playfully pinched your hips and stood back up, the tip of his member rubbing against your wet cunt and causing your thighs to tremble in excitement. Your hands slid off of his hair and onto the bedsheets, gripping them for support as your back arched forward and your breathing began to get heavier, shakier, and more frequent.

“I am.” You admit, rolling your eyes as a lighthearted smile rested on your lips. A faint smile flashes across Andrew’s face, before he quickly glances around the room for any possible lubricants. His gaze swiftly landed on a bottle of lube on his dresser, and he pulled away to grab it before squeezing some on his hand.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He replies smugly, shrugging nonchalantly. He rubbed the substance all over his erect member, a smug smirk gracing his expression as you began to feel the tip of his cock slicking up and down your folds. Your lips parted to release a soft whimper, your hands tightening the grip around his sheets as he chuckled huskily and slowly laid his hands on top of your spread thighs.

His gaze explored your body as he looked down at you, stare unintentionally degrading but in a sexy way that most were unable to match. He slouches down yet again, to give you one last kiss, like a warning of what was to come next. Your breathing was as irregular as ever, heart thumping against your ribcage as your hands trembled due to the intense grip it held on the linen (and also because you were excited).

You watched with shaky breaths as Andrew’s tip gradually pushed past the rings of muscle that, to him, felt like the gateway of Heaven, or, more like Hell, if you were to consider all of the things he had done in his past with his sister.

Light, lecherous whimpers escaped your throat as your back arched forward, eager to invite more of him inside. You didn’t want him inside, no, that would be an understatement.

You needed him, deep inside, pounding away like his life depended on it.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” Andrew coos, voice sweet like honey yet smooth like butter, tone as dulcet as ever. It was a stark contrast from how he usually was in public; cynical, cold, apathetic. You shivered at his duality, the way he was so tender with his words making you feel chills as you were used to his sardonic demeanor. “it’s driving me crazy.”

It was as if his intense stares from previously had finally been able to unwind your limbs apart to reveal your soul, as the pleasure he was inducing was like he was fucking you deep into your consciousness. He was buried inside of your heat, his member enveloped in the sea that was your wet entrance. You let out faint whines as his thrusts slowly began to crescendo in speed and intensity.

Andrew’s hips rammed into yours, his member continuing to fill the void within your cunt and then slipping out of it, only to come back inside again. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, head reeled back as your grip on the linen sheets tightened even further. Your knuckles were practically ghostly white at this point, toes curled in arousal.

You let out intoxicated whimpers as he pumped deep inside, vision blurred with ecstasy. You were caught off-guard at the sudden sensations of his lips pressing against your neck. “Andrew, oh god..”

Your hips bucked forward instinctively, trying to angle yourself so he could get to the most pleasurable spots. His soft, black curls boucned around on his head prettily as his thrusts heightened in speed. You gasped as his member slicked in and out of your clenched pussy, cheeks flushed in both excitement and pleasure.

Your head tilted downward to meet his gaze, becoming absolutely mesmerized by the way he was staring at you with a pleasant mix of infatuation and lust. Pearls of sweat beaded his hairline, dripping onto your bare waist and thighs, beginning to soak into your skin and leaving his musky scent behind.

Slowly yet surely, you felt your climax creeping up through your veins. You were so close, so goddamn close, and each and every thrust of Andrew’s hips was helping push you off the edge.

“I-” You gasped out, body trembling and face contorted in ecstasy. “I’m gonna—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, it was interjected by your climax, your cum blanketing his veiny shaft as your inner walls clenched even tighter than they already had. You let out a loud, high-pitched whimper, breathless and exhausted as Andrew had also reached his own climax.

“Fuck, I’m cumming—!” He groaned loudly, his nails digging into your hips as his thrusting came to an abrupt stop. You let out a soft moan as the feeling of cum filling your pussy filled your senses, his dick beginning to soften as he was still deep inside you.

The two of you just laid there for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes and trying to catch your breath. You attempted to take deep, long breaths, Andrew’s cock now completely soft as he pulled away and out from you and grabbed a tissue. You smiled faintly as he gently wiped off his semen off of your folds and thighs, before grabbing another tissue to wipe off his own lower half.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” He breathed out, throwing the tissues away and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “… Love you.”

Your heart immediately melted at his affection, and you nodded and kissed him on the cheek in return. “I love you too.”

[julysn]

why don’t we make a lil room in my bmw, babe?

nsfw. pure raw dirty unfiltered smut.

notes: afab reader, teat sucking, finger eye n gee (yk what i mean), YALL IN A CAR, there is no plot

wc: 950

ship: wriothesley x reader

a/n: made this on valentine’s day. pretty rushed, bland smut tbh.

forgot to post this on val day so u get it now

It was Valentine’s Day in the gorgeous nation of Fontaine.

It was a sunny, warm day, the clouds having parted to allow the Sun to smile down onto the grass with its gleaming rays.

You were out on a mission with your boss, Wriothesley, to go investigate a criminal he’d been tracking down for around a week or so. This was a highly skilled serial killer, so he was dedicating most of his time to the search.

You tagged along absentmindedly, your assistance and critical thinking skills helping out in the investigation. You were unaware of the fact that Wriothesley had wanted you to come along for another reason.

A reason more sinister than expected.

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”So damn tight,” Wriothesley breathed out, a soft and faint smirk laying on his lips as his fingers vigorously pumped in and out of your wet cunt.

“Wrio, I..” You gasped out, breathing ragged and heavy as your hands helplessly gripped onto the leather car seats of his fashionable vehicle. Your legs subconsciously spread apart wider, giving the black-haired male more access to your intimate areas as he looked down with a look full of sensuality and lust.

He just let out a soft chuckle and continued to finger you meticulously, his cold, smooth skin sending shivers down your spine as your back arched forward and you let out loud, whiny moans.

He leaned in, his free hand crawling up your waist and coming to massage your breasts as his lips met yours, beginning a wet and sloppy make out session. You moaned into his mouth as those cold hands kneaded and fondled your tits, while he fingered you carelessly as if this was normal between you both.

”You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Wriothesley remarked, pulling away from your lips as a small string of saliva kept your mouths connected. He began to leave wet, hot kisses down your jawline, and then your neck, where his teeth grazed your skin and he bit down, causing your lips to part to let out a breathless moan. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to pound deep in your pussy, hitting all of the best spots.

”I am,” You groaned, eyes rolling back and hips buckling forward to induce more pleasure from his fingers. You were hoping he’d put his cock in soon, and if you started begging.. it’d look pathetic, no? So you kept your mouth shut and simply let him finger you.

Wriothesley let out a soft groan, his massive erection clearly visible as his kisses trailed down from your collarbone to your areolas. His lips latched around your nipple, catching you off-guard as your moans began to get more frequent and loud. “Wrio— ah, fuck!”

His tongue swirled around your nipple, sucking hungrily on your tit as his gaze tilted upwards to meet yours. He watched as you squirmed and moaned from his ministrations; satisfied would be an understatement.

You felt your orgasm building up, slow yet noticeable, and you babbled out a warning as the irresistible urge to cum began to overcome your senses.

“Wrio, `m gonna cum, `m gonna—“

Before you could finally arrive at your destination, Wriothesley swiftly pulled away from you, fingers slipping out of your wet pussy and lips releasing your nipple as he smirked mischievously down at you. “Not so fast, Y/N.”

“Fuck off.” You rolled his eyes, shakily flashing him the middle finger as he simply laughed and leaned back from you, licking his fingers clean as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants to his knees.

“I’ll fuck you.”

He leaned back into you again, pressing you up against the car seats as his lips slammed into yours and his dick effortlessly slid into your pussy. A loud moan left your lips, but it was drowned out as you and Wriothesley kissed and made out like never before.

The atmosphere was hot and thick, as pearls of sweat began to trickle down your forehead. You felt his tip tickle your cervix, and you moaned deeply into his intense kisses as he kept thrusting harder and faster.

Wriothesley grunted and gently kissed your forehead, his soft and gentle side showing for a mere second before his head bowed down to your chest and his lips hungrily latched onto your areolas yet again. He couldn’t get enough of your tits; they were like a powerful drug.

His free hands gripped your waist, holding you still so he could hit all of the right spots. Your head reeled back, lips parted as low and breathless groans left your throat. The intimacy being shared in the moment felt absolutely unreal.

“Wriothesley, harder, please..” You babbled mindlessly, the sexual pleasure being the only thing consuming your thoughts. Your hips bucked forward into his as your back arched like never before. Your hands slowly came up to hold onto his shoulders as he fucked you.

Wriothesley groaned and nodded as his pace became more hungry and desperate. You felt your walls clench around his massive member, trying to milk each and every little drop of pre-cum.

You were lost in your own little world of pleasure, feeling his tongue swirl and flick against your nipple as his cock pounded against your cervix. Your vision was filled with a deep haze, as you absentmindedly babbled out your moans and groans. You were too deep in the pleasure to think at this point.

Lost in the world of satisfaction and lechery, you barely noticed as your orgasm was about to overcome your senses and envelop you completely. Before you could warn him, you reached your climax, your cum blanketing his cock as he let out a deep groan and reached his own climax.

[julysn]

one at a time, baby you’re mine

NSFWWWW

includes cursing & sex. you give him head, but other stuff is implied to happen at the end. corny smut (sorta?), 2nd person pov, slight praise.

song rec: chaconne - enhypen

a/n: writing and posting this at school 😞

its kinda bad. sorry julysn fans. send in requests pls im hungry

“Oh, fuck, you’re doing so good, more..”

Wriothesley moaned, his head reeling back as his eyes lightly rolled to the back of his head. You watched as his facial expressions morphed to ones of pure pleasure, which had only happened once you took his massive cock in your mouth.

Your head moved back and forth, tongue sliding up and down his member as the tip of his cock occasionally brushed against your soft palate. Your vision was blurry as all you knew in that moment was to please Wriothesley; to do whatever he asked for and give him the best experience of his life.

Wriothesley watched you with a small smirk, his lips parted slightly to let out breathless groans as the realization slowly creeped into his mind.

You were finally his for the night, and he could do whatever he wanted to you (with consent, of course).

Your tongue swirled and swished around his cock, hands massaging his balls sensually as his pre-cum dripped down into your throat. You continued to suck greedily, wanting to show Wriothesley how much you truly enjoyed the lewd acts, and he responded by slowly sliding his cold fingers into your scalp and wrapping them around your strands of hair, gripping onto you as he tried his best not to buck his hips upward and force his cock deeper into your mouth.

You were sinking deeper into your thoughts— or, fantasies— of Wriothesley potentially bending you over his desk and fucking you from the back, or his face buried deep into your ass as he devoured your asshole, when he uttered something that snapped you back into reality.

“Fuck, I.. I’m cumming—“

[julysn]

Hiii! <3 I love your work and it’s so good!! I was wondering if you could do P⭐️rnstar!Kyle headcanons? (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) And maybe y/n is also a p⭐️rnstar? You can skip this if you’re uncomfy!

𝓝otes ⋆ this is the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓽 request i’ve gotten yet 😭 i fw it. honestly i fw it. also first sp request oh my god!! everyone CHEERED and SCREAMED

anon can i tell u a secret. i wrote most of this while i was on the toilet SHITTING my guts and ngl it hurt. shhhh don’t tell anyone!!

OKAY I HOPE THIS SATISFIES YOUR.. CRAVINGS. you 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴. uh also most of these are like. sex related hcs i hope u don’t mind 😓

𝓘ncludes freaky shit obv, (probably) inaccurate depictions of the porn industry but the industry isn’t mentioned much, smutty stuff, pornstar!kyle x pornstar!reader, nsfw. obviously. if you couldn’t tell 😭

let me be honest w y’all. you know those freaky videos on twitter where the angle kinda sucks ass and it’s low quality? yeah. he be making homemade videos. does that make sense..

very vocal. need i say more?

okay i WILL say more. genuinely i think he has the prettiest moans ever, no matter bottom or top. shit sounds buttery, velvety, all the good words

switch, usually prefers to be dom/top. whenever he tops he can be kinda aggressive if you want him to be 😛

loves having music playing during sex. especially freaky shit (ex. closer by nine inch nails, mmmh by kai)

imagine that one scene in angels of passion (1986) where ulterior motives was playing in the back..: that but you and kyle.

he’s a slut for shower sex WHAAATT WHO SAID TJAT ?????

this is gonna sound insane i’m sorry. but 9.54 inches, light veins on his shaft, also he likes when you massage his balls.

this is so unhinged BYE LMFAAOOAOOO

his fav part about making the videos is getting the camera angled perfectly to show your pleasure. especially when you’re taking it from the back. the camera will be right in front of you and all your facial expressions will be visible to his fans <3

he prefers rough sex but whenever you ask for gentle sex, he’ll praise your ear off.

he’ll let you tie your hair into a ponytail (if your hair’s long enough) before sex. and during sex he’ll occasionally pull on it and lift your head to show the camera <3

aftercare king. he’ll give you a bath and shampoo your hair. maybe he’ll cook you a meal if he has enough energy to run around the kitchen. maybe the two of you will just cuddle and watch a movie. either way it’s adorable!

handcuffs. that’s all.

he likes pegging and anal whenever he’s bottom. he deeply enjoys taking it in the ass as you grab his hair. he likes it when you spank him lowk

cannot believe i typed that out bro 😭

kinda unrelated?? but he’s 100% sapiosexual. (basically he finds intelligence sexually attractive)

whenever he cums he throws his head back. it’s a habit of his <3

adores doggy style and 69ing 😓

[julysn]

ulterior motives [nsfw] | connor lassiter x roland taggart

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ There's many formulas for sex, and Connor is about to discover a brand new equation. No clothes, a hot tub, and your worst enemy.

𝓘ncludes jerking off at the end, handjobs, they’re naked in a hot tub, slightly ooc since the plot + dialogue is from this episode of sp

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈2100

𝓝otes ⋆ slutty waist connor !!!!!!! spoiler roland tops (are we surprised). again slightly ooc just in case u forgot, bottom connor but in a hot way…: title from the lost wave song LMFAO. not proofread, kinda ass most of this was written while i was on vacation and sleep deprived 😪

i’ve never written gay smut… anyways i ran this through a grammar checker just in case

Saying the night was awkward would be a horrible understatement.

Roland sat there across from Connor, the warm water enveloping their bodies as soft curls of steam rose from the surface of the water. Night had fallen, gracing the two with a beautiful view of stars scattered around the sky like paint dotted on a canvas.

Silence filled the air, adding more to the intense and awkward atmosphere that the boys were left in. What the hell were they supposed to talk about? They hated each other's guts, and yet, there they were, both naked in a hot tub, alone. 

Connor shifts his position to get more comfortable, his leg accidentally brushing against Roland’s as he bites his lip and leans back lazily.

“.. Was that your leg?” Roland narrows his eyes, not bothering to look down into the water as he picks up a lighter from seemingly nowhere and lifts the flame up to his cigar, pinching it in-between his fingers and taking a puff.

“Huh?” Connor looks over in confusion, meeting the other boy’s eyes. “You mean this?” He shuffles again, his knees brushing against Roland’s once more, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. 

“Yeah.” He takes another puff from the cigar, his other arm draped lazily against the rim. “That your leg or not?”

Connor’s almost intimidated by his tone—that deep, velvety voice dripping with harshness he could barely detect—but he nods, speaking in a lighter tone than before. “Yeah. That was me.”

Silence descends upon the two once more, the tension growing thicker as Roland continues to smoke his cigar, not a care in the world as he leans back and lets the jets massage his back. He lets out a soft growl of contentment, looking up to the sky and letting everything fall into place.

“Mai looked pretty hot in there, dontcha think?” Roland smirks, head tilted back as he interrupts the quiet tranquility to air out his thoughts. He looks back at Connor once more, throwing him his signature smile that eases the mood.

“Whatever floats your boat.” Connor replies chippily, a cheerful smile laying on his lips as he looks down from the sky and glances over to him, his eyes following the way Roland smiled and how he just so casually took a drag of the cigar. He couldn’t feel this way, not when they had knives to each other's throats like cats to mice.

“I’d love to take that piece of ass home.” He adds, his smile turning into a sly, knowing smirk. That would certainly make him jealous, Roland knew it. He watched as the brunette’s eyebrows slowly furrowed, his eyes speaking of confusion and envy. 

Oh, that smile. That smile did things to Connor, whether he knew it or not. Roland definitely did, though, lowering the cigar from his lips and shooting the other boy that oh-so-charming smile. It was annoying, so goddamn annoying, so annoyingly attractive.

He had Connor sitting perfectly in the palm of his hand.

“.. Same.”

Roland raises an eyebrow when he agrees to his statement, finding it particularly amusing. He distinctly remembered Connor walking through the foyer of the party, Risa by his side, the two of them holding hands as they navigated through the crowd. A spark of curiosity rushes through him. He just had to ask. He needed to. 

“Yeah, I’m sure Risa would love that.” He says sarcastically, taking another puff of his cigar and holding the smoke in for a few seconds, before exhaling and watching the gray cloud dissipate into the night sky.

“I wish.” Connor almost has a dreamy look in his eyes, his mind wandering off to various fantasies. He’s always liked the idea of him, Risa, and Hayden, taking turns on each other and gently bathing each other for aftercare. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome.”

“Two girls or two boys?” Roland can’t help it. He needs to know more. He’s completely forgotten about the cigar still in-between his fingers, the only thing consuming his mind being pure intrigue.

Any little bit of hostility that had been lingering in the atmosphere has completely evaporated. It’s replacement is curiosity and awkwardness, the topic washing away the hatred.

His answer is a little embarrassing, so Connor decides to lie. “Two girls, obviously, with another guy, that’d be..”

“You’ve never had a gay fantasy?” The sentence doesn’t even need to be finished, Roland knows what he’s going to say. “I haven’t.”

“You haven’t?”

“I mean, yeah, of course I have. Everyone has.” Roland snickers, ignoring the way he had just contradicted himself seconds prior. He tilts his head up, keeping up the image of intimidation and confidence, even if on the inside, a part of him wasn’t truly as confident as he was.

The words spill from Connor’s lips before he could restrain himself, before he could get his thoughts in order. “I never wanted to do anything crazy. Maybe just..” Hesitation.

Could he finish what he wanted to say? Express the emotions he desperately wanted to convey? Tell the truth, even if Roland makes fun of him for it? “.. jerkin’ off in front of another guy. Or letting another guy jerk me off.”

“The first one isn’t that gay, is it?” Roland takes a puff of the cigar he had just remembered was still lit.

“No!” The words escape his lips so quickly Connor has barely had time to process what he was saying. He takes a deep breath and sighs, scratching the back of his neck as the massaging jets of the hot tub streamed against his back. He quickly regains his composure, doing his best to act as nonchalantly as possible so Roland wouldn’t think he was attracted to him. “No, uh, I don’t think so.”

It falls quiet again, the only sounds being from the party that was still raging on in the house. The silence causes them to remember where they were. A hot tub in the backyard of a house. A house that wasn’t theirs, but rather, a house owned by Jackson Wang. The same guy who had invited them to this party, the same guy who was the reason they sat there in this hot tub, naked.

“.. So should I start or will you?”

Roland raises an eyebrow. “We’re doin’ this?” 

“Yeah.” Connor’s voice is quieter than usual, a shy undertone lining the facade of confidence he had thrown into the mix. “.. Uh, I’ll start.”

Connor’s free hand reaches down to his penis, fingers wrapping around his shaft as he begins to pump up and down. His cock was as stiff as ever, having hardened from their intimate conversation.

His head reels back in ecstasy as Roland sits there and watches, taking the occasional drag from his cigar, his eyes glued to the sight of Connor stroking himself. He watches with an almost lustful gaze, vision never straying away from the scene before him.

It doesn’t take long for Connor to cum.

In fact, it’s almost embarrassingly fast. 

Roland watches with a smirk as after only a few seconds, Connor reaches his climax, his ejaculate squirting out onto his chest and quickly being washed away by the water of the hot tub. He’s starting to wonder, what was he thinking about that had made him release that early? Risa, probably? Or maybe what they discussed earlier, about Mai’s outfit and appearance? Or even the threeway that he wanted, about him, RIsa and Hayden?

Or, maybe, just maybe, he was thinking about him?

Roland just has to ask, needs to know. “Who were you thinking about?”

“What?” Connor’s caught off guard by the question, a soft, rosy color blanketing his cheeks.

“When you came, who were you thinking about?” He’s ashamed to answer. He doesn’t want Roland to know the truth, to know that he wasn’t thinking about Risa, but it was someone else. Someone familiar.

“..” He should be honest.

“You.” One word, plain and simple, or, at least, it was supposed to be. Connor was already having second thoughts about revealing the truth. He bites his lip anxiously, hands slightly trembling as they clasped together on his lap.

Although Roland tries his absolute hardest not to show it, he’s pleasantly surprised by his answer. Connor really was thinking about him when he was stroking himself. Connor really was thinking about him when he exploded everywhere. But he quickly masks his surprise with a look of indifference and smugness. “Oh, really? Prove it.”

How the hell am I supposed to prove it? He has an idea. It’s risky, but it might just work. And it might just result in more.

Without warning, Connor leans in and presses his lips against Roland’s, his hands crawling onto the other’s tanned thighs as he slips his tongue past his teeth. Their tongues engaged in a battle of dominance and control, and Roland could sense it slipping away from him as he dropped his cigar over the rim of the hot tub, ears catching the sound of it landing onto the concrete.

He couldn’t let this happen. 

Roland’s eyes fluttered shut as the pretty-eyed brunette across from him continued to kiss him, and in an attempt to control the situation and regain his dominance, he shoves his tongue through Connor’s teeth, exploring his mouth and memorizing each and every crevice within. 

“Ah—” The brunette lets out a soft, gentle whine as Roland’s right hand slides onto his thigh, his left hand digging firmly into his petite waist. The aggression is there, yet slowly fading, fading into unadulterated arousal. 

The stars looked on as the two of them made out, moonlight shining down and illuminating their figures as they held onto each other and dueled for authority.

“You like that, huh, Lassiter?” Roland growls out, pulling back from the kiss as his hand crawls up Connor’s thigh and gently runs along the base of his cock, letting it stiffen against his fingers. 

“Yeah..” He’s breathless, panting. One hand grips the edge of his seat, the other on Roland’s waist, too prideful to admit that he was losing himself in the other boy’s touch. He watches as that cold, veiny hand goes down and squeezes his balls, a gasp escaping his parted lips.

Connor can’t help himself. He just has to throw the joke out, no matter how embarrassing it sounds. “Nice dick.” 

“Don’t tell me things I already know.” Roland scoffs, breaking eye contact to look directly down at the tip of Connor’s cock, his hand slowly beginning to pump up and down from the tip to the base.

Connor lets out a soft whine each time the dark-haired male’s fingers brush against his sensitive foreskin, voice dulcet and tender, causing the smirk on Roland’s face to further widen, his gaze locked on the pure ecstasy in those oh-so-pretty eyes. He never knew that his eyes were so deep and captivating, and had he known that earlier, he’d let himself get lost into those soulful orbs.

“Fuck you,” Connor spat, his voice lacking vitriol as his hands slide into Roland’s soft, chocolate brown locs, fingers wrapping around the strands of his hair and tugging on them as quiet whimpers escape his lips.

“You know you want to.”

Roland’s movements accelerate, going faster and faster and drawing out the prettiest of moans from Connor’s lips. He had to admit, though he despised Connor Lassiter with all of his heart, the boy’s whimpers were divine to listen to.

His grip tightens, calloused fingers sliding up and down with ease as pre-cum spilled into the water, making it go from clear to translucent.

“P-please..” Connor whines, his eyes fluttering shut as his head reels back and rests against the rim of the hot tub. In a desperate attempt to be quieter, he throws his hand over his mouth and lets his moans get louder, knowing his noises would be muffled by his palm. “I’m so close..”

“You gonna cum, Lassiter?” Roland smirks, his voice taunting as he strokes Connor harder, faster, wanting to see him ejaculate from the pleasure of his actions.

“Yeah, I..” He pants, his breathing getting heavier. “I’m gonna cum..”

Before Roland could even process the other boy’s words, Connor finally falls off of the edge of heaven, cum dripping down from the head of his cock and floating off into the water as he let out a loud groan into his hand. His eyes, though shut, were clouded in ecstasy as semen spills onto Roland’s hands.

“That.. that wasn’t gay, was it?”

𝓝otes ⋆ ANDDDD POSTED!! finally holy shit. also if you wanted to know how i came up w this i was watching south park (as always) and it was on autoplay so the hot tub episode w randy and gerald played and j was like “…: conland fic!” and here we are LMFAO

[julysn]

my daddy said the devil looks a lot like you

francis mosses / milkman x fem!reader. nsfw

includes praise, implied chubby reader (it’s mentioned once), breeding! milk as lube, mention of pregnancy, pure and unfiltered smut. it’s as smutty as can be.

read on ao3

wc: ≈1330

song: the edge of heaven - wham!

notes: wrote this while i was at school. erm. oopsie..

title is from the edge of heaven ! anyways.

You never thought you’d find yourself in a situation like this.

But you certainly weren’t complaining.

There you were, back pressed against the wall as your tongue swirled around the resident milkman’s mouth. You wanted to explore every single crevice within, memorize the little imperfections that structured him beautifully.

“Milkman..” You gasped out breathlessly as he pulled away, giving you a second to relax as his ministrations continued on the lower part of your body. His cold, calloused fingers began to gently rub your clothed clit, causing high-pitched yet deeply soulful moans to escape your lips.

“Shh,” He coos, his free hand coming up to place a finger against your mouth in a shushing manner. You reluctantly bit back soft whimpers. You practically melted into his touch, wanting nothing but to obey each and every command he may give you. His voice was just oh-so dulcet and velvety, like a lullaby to your ears that you never wanted to let go of. “Just call me Francis, darling.”

And so, you forced your whimpers to come out as quietly as possible as the milkman, or, Francis slowly tugged your lovely skirt down, revealing the elegant pair of panties you donned. He licked his lips softly, giving your hips a little squeeze as he led you over to the couch.

You sat down, watching as Francis loomed over you as a tall and imposing figure. He slowly kneeled in between your legs, leaving gentle yet sensual kisses down from your thighs all the way up to your wet clit. Your lips parted to let out faint gasps and whines as he did so, your eyes drifting down to meet his seductive gaze.

“Francisfrancisfrancis, ah..” You babbled mindlessly, throwing your head back as his tongue began to swirl circles around your sensitive wetness. He was quite elegant and composed, even during moments when passion and lust were meant to take over your consciousness.

Your back arched forward, head buried within the sobering solace of your couch cushions as the milkman’s ministrations began to accelerate in both speed and intensity. He slowly stood up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants to reveal his completely erect cock, positioning himself in front of your cunt.

A loud. whiny gasp escaped your lips as Francis began to slick his hardened, dripping-with-pre-cum member up and down your clit as you threw your hand over your mouth and allowed your eyes to roll back. You couldn’t believe that your neighborhood milkman, a man supposed to be innocuous, could make you feel as good as this.

A part of you was wondering if he had seduced the other women in your neighborhood and done the same to them, but it didn’t matter to you. He was putting his experience to good use.

“Are you ready?” Francis asks softly, head tilted lightly as his hands gently squeezed and fondled your chubby hips. The abyss of pleasure he had thrown you down left you a bit dazed, so it took you a few seconds before you nodded in affirmation.

He turned away, pulling out a bottle of milk and pouring some into his hand as he began to rub it all over his shaft. He can’t be- no, he was using milk as lubricant. You blinked, watching in a mix of excitement and bewilderment as he smeared the white liquid all over his large cock, making his veins glisten with anticipation and sensuality.

“Is.. is that milk?!”

“Mmhm. Can you turn over and lay on your stomach?”

You nod, flipping over laying down on the couch as your hands latched onto a pillow and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“Good girl,” Francis coos as he began to gradually slide himself inside of you from behind, his shaft beginning to fill your insides as he steadily held onto your hips to keep you from squirming around too much. The sensation was quite the thrilling one, and the taboo of getting “down and dirty” with the milkman was exciting you even more.

“Francis-!” You gasped out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the brunette began to pump his hips into yours, seemingly going deeper and deeper with every thrust. You weren’t sure if it was just the ecstasy of the ordeal confusing you, or if he was getting more aggressive, but you certainly weren’t complaining. His size was quite.. impressive, and it was definitely helping your pleasure levels.

“You’re doing good, princess.” Francis praised, smirking coyly. He continued to thrust into you, letting out deep grunts and groans that were a symphony of lust for your ears. His hands gripped your hips, occasionally sliding down to your butt to give your cheeks a little squeeze of both affection and ardor.

“What if you get me pregnant?” You ask breathlessly, the pounding of his hips into your soft ass sending you to the edge of heaven as you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with lust and lechery, nothing more to show that his attention was completely focused on pleasuring you.

“We’d have a bastard child,” He says calmly, shrugging lightly as if it was nothing but a regular day for him. You wondered if it was a regular day for him, to just casually seduce and probably impregnate the women he delivered milk to. Your thoughts washed away as he thrust harder and harder, one hand sliding upwards from gripping your hips to getting itself tangled within your soft locks. “But I’d marry you before anyone finds out.”

His reassuring words and tone would’ve calmed you down had it not been for the fact that the two of you were actively engaging in intercourse at the moment. The feeling of Francis sliding in and out of your sensitive opening from behind was clouding your senses, and hell, clouding your vision too. Your eyes were hazy as you could barely make out the outline of your television, but it was fine. This felt perfect.

Would it be improper to say that you were getting the milkman’s milk?

And would it be even worse to say that you were enjoying each and every second his dick slid in and out of you?

“So, so good..” You mumble into the pillow, panting as pearls of sweat dripped down your forehead and slid onto the cloth of the pillow you were grasping onto. His hips continued to slam into your rear as his fingers gripped your strands of hair tightly, almost pulling them out had it not been for his restraint and slight fear of hurting you.

“You’re taking it well.” Francis comments, moving his hand from your scalp down to your jawline as he gently tilted you to look back at him. Your soft, alluring gaze met his more seductive and lustful one as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as your tongues battled in a war of passion and lasciviousity.

“This is.. quite indecent,” You murmured against his lips as you leaned into yet another kiss from him, that simple kiss quickly morphing into a heavy make-out session. Once he finally pulled away, giving your cheeks a soft slap, you moaned louder as his thrusts began to accelerate again.

“Mm.. `m gonna cum soon, babygirl,” He pants out, lifting a hand to wipe away the sweat dotting his hairline as he finally takes his hat off and tosses it aside, revealing his soft brown locks that were tousled and messy. You moaned, realizing that you were close to also tipping off of the edge of heaven as well.

Before you could warn him, the two of you reached your climaxes, his cum filling your insides as your fingernails dug into the pillow and you screamed. It was one of the most pleasuring sensations imaginable, but any coherent thoughts were washed aside by the ecstasy of finally reaching your peak.

“Would you like to go for another round?”

And you immediately nod in affirmation.

[julysn]

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