#gay male reader

[malereadermaniac]

His cheerleader ~ Tanaka & Bokuto (separate) x Male Reader

Your boyfriend needs to let some steam out after a match This was requested by @mailmango and I really liked the idea so here we are - Bokuto has a little story to him but Tanaka is just smut LOLLLL so Tanaka is shorter sozz Top!Bokuto / Top!Tanaka x Bottom!Reader CW: Giving brief oral / Body worship (both) / Scent kink (both) / Musk & sweat (both) / Feet (Bokuto) / Underwear (Tanaka) Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI word count: 2.1k

MSYB Bokuto

Your relationship with Bokuto was the talk of the country; being the boyfriend of one of the most popular and celebrated Volleyball players in the world really put your name out there. However, one draw back of your relationship with the owl-headed man being so public was that people online had zero boundaries, which meant your sex life being discussed on the daily! Now, similarly to a car-crash, you didn't like that this was happening but you couldn't exactly look away; so you were reading almost every little comment and post surrounding the ideas that fans of Bokuto and your relationship with him propose. The main 'fan-theory' being that you were in fact the one topping Bokuto, and he was the one getting backshots from you every night... Oh how they couldn't be more wrong!

Now, the fans' theories were based in some loose fact, you'd give them that. Bokuto is very public with his adoration for you, the player being a person very fond of PDA to begin with, and he isn't afraid to let his reputation as a 'handsome, playboy jock' falter if it means he can receive your attention in turn. Fans see Bokuto's clinginess towards you as 'bottom behaviour', and they love to make edits featuring the muscular man cuddling into you or following you around like a lost puppy as you hold his hand and drag him along; but what fans don't see is how you and Bokuto are behind closed doors. That isn't to say that Bokuto immediately switches up in private and is a mega machoman, but rather just that in certain situations, Bokuto takes on a more dominant role; even if that is a softer dominant role than your standard dom.

Which takes us to the present moment, the crowds' cheering echoing within the giant arena as your handsome boyfriend and his team wreck the shit out of whatever team they were playing against. You cheer Bokuto on from the VIP section, shouting his name and holding your hands up in support; and once the that winning spike is shot by no other than your man, the crowd, including you, erupts in screams and shouts of joy and pride as 'The Jackals' win the match and qualify for the international championship. You watch as your boyfriend quickly celebrates with his teammates, and as expected, the man hastily darts his eyes around the VIP section and meets his gaze with yours; which leads to the ace of the team running up into the stands and rushing to your side, placing his hands on your body and holding you tight as he embraces you, following the gesture with a smile and then giving you a prolonged peck on the lips. Of course, because of this romantic, public gesture, the crowd around you swooned and 'awwed' as you and your sticky, sweaty, tired boyfriend make your way to the changing rooms.

As the two of you make your way to the private changing room provided for Bokuto (the arena being fancy enough to give each player their own suite), the man beside you rambles about his game and the highs and lows, ensuring to ask 'did you see-?' at every new moment to make sure you saw 'how awesome he was out there'. But very quickly after you both entered the privacy of his changing room, the adrenaline from the game had caught up to Bokuto, which had resulted in the man popping a fat boner; it also didn't help that the owl-head could hear you cheer him on the whole game, you were practically teasing him, and you also looked so fucking sexy right now, wearing a spare jersey of his. Almost immediately, Bokuto had gotten fully naked, his muscular, sweaty body on full display as the exhausted man sat on the changing bench; his body looked insane, buldging, veiny muscles on his arms and thighs, his armpits and pubes practically steaming from the heat they were giving off, and his bare feet big and sweaty - your boyfriend looked straight-up manly, it was hot. You both wasted no time getting down to business, Bokuto showing off his muscles as he let you kiss him all over; lapping at your boyfriends sweaty body and marking him, smelling his musk after his tiring match. You made out with the muscular man before you as you toyed with his fat, sweaty dick, jerking your boyfriend off at a slow pace as you feel up his veins, his thick shaft and tip, the bottom of your fist rubbing against his drenched forest of pubes at Bokuto's base. The volleyball player dominated your mouth with his tongue, playing with your own muscle as he pushed his head against yours, his sweaty forehead feeling a wave of relief due to your own skin being colder than Bokuto's.

Breaking away from the kiss, you move down your boyfriend's body, kissing his abs as you work your way down to Bokuto's pride; his huge cock. You play around with the man's dick, rubbing it against your face as you inhale his intoxicating musk, gently toying with his boiling, saggy balls and kissing them as you keep smelling Bokuto's manly scent. Eventually, you let the musky man get some form of release as you briefly suck and lick at his cock, making the man above you moan and bring his massive, rough volleyballer hands to your head to keep you on his shaft. You lick at every veiny and suck on his tip, letting his salty precum wash over your tongue like a drop of water to a dehydrated man, and once you deemed Bokuto weakened enough by your sloppy lapping of his dick, you give him the satisfaction of feeling your throat around him. For no longer than five minuets, you give your deserving, hard-working boyfriend the sloppiest, most pornographic blowjob, taking his long shaft all the way down your throat and gagging on him cock, stuffing his grey, bushy pubes into your nose to ensuring he was the only thing you could smell. And just as Bokuto started to sound like a moaning whore, you pop off of his dick with a lewd slurp and move down his muscular thighs, savouring your boyfriend's whines and moans as you continue to jack off his now sopping dick. You move your head lower down and Bokuto knows what you want straight away, raising his sweaty foot up to your face, allowing your to stuff your face and nose into his massive, manly feet as you continue to jerk him off - the scent of his musky feet after a game being enough to get you harder than steel.

By the time all of Bokuto's teammates were out at an expensive bar or club celebrating, you two were still in your boyfriend's changing room, now going at it like rabbits. With you on Bokuto's lap, your sweaty thighs rub against his own as the man roughly bounces you up and down on his cock, his veiny hands gripping onto your hip and asscheek as Bokuto cycles making out with you and biting you and leaving hickeys on you. The air in the room had become 80% musk and sweat from the both of you from how much effort you were both putting into blowing off some steam, and the two of you couldn't complain about it; your scents mixing together to make some sort of aphrodisiac, forcing you and Bokuto to power through and just keep fucking. By the end of the night, you and your handsome boyfriend could barely walk; Bokuto's body broken from his match and fucking you like a beast, and your legs and back behaving like gelatin from your boyfriend's ruthlessness. But to really make the moment even funnier than watching two grown men struggle to walk to their apartment's door, Bokuto bursts out laughing whilst reading something on his phone - and after being shown, you laugh as well. Many comments on a beautifully shot photo of Bokuto hugging you in the stands were saying that it 'confirms' Bokuto as the bottom - if only they fuckin' knew...

College Tanaka

Dating one of the players on your college volleyball team came with some responsibilities, mainly having to support them during every match they played; which you weren't opposed to, you liked the idea of being Tanaka's cheerleader. What you didn't expect to follow your cheers and shouts of celebration for you handsome boyfriend was flilthy, desperate, sweaty, post-game sex! This excitable man will dash towards you after a game and drag you towards his dorm (which is very near to the sports facilities because of course this man is doing sports at college) and immediately start to make out with you while he strips himself and you. You very quickly learnt that Tanaka just needs to have sex with you after a match to get out his leftover energy, and you really aren't against that! Oh, and you also quickly learnt that this buzzed man has a HUGE thing for sweaty, post-game sex...

Tanaka will lay on his bed, hands behind his head to flex his huge biceps and to show off his pits and just expectantly look at you; and you know what he wants, your sexy, muscular, musky boyfriend wants you to worship his body like a fucking bitch. Tanaka will almost cum just from watching and feeling you run your hands up and down his sweaty, veiny muscles; this man will moan as you shove your face into his pits, as you kiss at his abs, and as you lap at his bushy, sweaty pubes. Your perverted boyfriend also really likes to get you drunk off of his smell, so anything he can do to get your pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head from a lack of clean air, he will do! And this includes tying his loose, soaked underwear from his match around your face so that his scent is the only thing entering your nose. God damn Tanaka gets such a high off of dominating all of your senses, especially your sense of smell; it just makes him feel so damn manly and strong!

And once your provocative, musky boyfriend has had his fill of you worshiping and praising his manly, built body, Tanaka likes to get you between his legs, licking his sweaty cock n balls as he fists at your hair. This man sounds like a fucking porn star with the moans and dirty words escaping his mouth as you suck him off, the buzzed man moaning your name and variations of 'fuck yeah' and 'good' as you slobber on his dick and deepthroat him, letting your saliva trickle down your chin and subsequently his heavy, hot balls. Tanaka likes to have your nose pushed against his pube-scattered base, making you smell him and only him as tears fall from your eyes due to his massive cock gagging you; the vulgar sounds you make mixed with the pleasant feeling of your throat tightening around his cock almost always makes Tanaka cum in your mouth. The two of you fuck like animals after Tanaka's sick little kinks are satisfied, usually with you in some sort of mating press as your animalistic, perverted boyfriend pounds his thick, veiny cock into your tight hole, spewing filthy words your way and focusing on your cockdrunk face as his briefs act as an accessory to your pretty, fucked-out face.

After a couple rounds of you horny boyfriend shooting his thick load either inside of you or somewhere on your face/body, the two of you just lay down together - bathing in the after glow of your multiple orgasms and trying to ignore the sticky feelings across your bodies. Tanaka likes to take photos during these times, just to keep locked away in his phone for his eyes only; he especially likes the selfies he takes of himself and you, bedsheets barely hiding your dicks as your fucked-out body rests beside him, marks and liquids covering both your body and Tanaka's as the man gives the cheekiest grin to the camera. But after a little photo shoot, your dreamy boyfriend goes full-on aftercare mode and treats you like royalty - drawing the both of you a bath and cleaning up not only the both of you, but the entire room within a couple of minutes; Tanaka is amazing really, he has you comfy and cuddling him in a clean bed and aired out room within half an hour, you can't help but keep falling in love with him!

[woongiesea]

💙 ── 𝑰 𝑪ould 𝑬at 𝑻hat 𝑩oy 𝑭or 𝑳unch

shy!bttm!male reader x dom!top!jiwoong

in which Jiwoong's shy little boyfriend satsfies his appetite during his diet

content warning: gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, Jiwoong eating the reader out, Jiwoong calls the reader "Princess", lowkey rough smut, unprotected sex (dont irl !), muscle kink, slight degradation kink, slight slut shaming, cum drinking, this is just super freaky lmao. loosely inspired by lunch by billie eilish. mostly just smut with no real plot lmfao. (lmk if i missed anything !)

author's note: hi everyone !! this is my first fic so I'm like super nervous hshshsh i hope you guys enjoy <333

also, woongie in thank tops <333

Being sent on a diet to loose weight meant things for Jiwoong. Firstly, it meant that he always walked around with this stomach grumbling the slightest. And secondly, he was needy. So damn needy. So of course he couldn't help himself when you approached him late at night, shy and desperate to cum, could be? All he could think about was all the different ways he could eat up that perfect hole of yours, and drink your cum to satisfy his needs.

Jiwoong laid you down on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge, feet barely touching the floor. He gripped your knees with such strength you almost let out a small whimper from your lips, stretching your legs as far apart as they could, just for him. You could hear fabric rustling, as Jiwoong got down on his knees, face-to-face with your fully clotched crotch. He rubbed your thigh, his fingers squeezing around the flesh, glaring at your like a hungry predator. You whimpered, feeling Jiwoong's touch on your skin. You wanted him bad. so damn bad. And he needed you too. He giggled at the slight shivers you gave as his hand toyed with the straps of your underwear. He took them off, little by little, with so much care you didnt even notice until your member stood up, freed from its fabric prison, hitting the cold air. You gasped, and Jiwoong laughed at how sensetive you were. "You're so fucking responsive, we haven't even started yet, baby..." He slipped his hands under your thighs, lifting you waist up till you felt your dick make contact with his nose, high up. He kissed your balls, and you could feel his smile curving as he made contact with your skin.

His hands travelled from your thighs to your ass, placing your thighs on each side of his shoulder. He gave your ass a firm squeeze, his fingers slowly spreading your cheeks apart, causing you to erupt in a plea of moans. He was teasing you, unbearably, and all you could do was whine. Jiwoong had you under his complete control. He enjoyed this position, seeing you so weak and begging you to fuck him already. He laughed, throwing his head back.

"You're so fucking desperate, I love it. You're like a little bratty, princess, y'know?"

You blushed at the nickname, Jiwoong's words turning you on even more.

"Good. Now sit tight, Princess. The feast has barely even started."

You complied, feeling more and more turned on every second as his strong hands hoisted your ass up all the way to his mouth, watching his muscles bulge and ripple with his movements.

When his lips finally came in contact with your hole, it was pure bliss. Gently, me had out with your hole, pushing his tounge in deeper and deeper by each second. You moaned breathily, feeling the pleasure flowing through every cell of your body. Jiwoong was doing such a good job, it made you lose your breath. He never gave you a second to breath, making sure you were whimpering and moaning his name every second, curling up your toes, fists in the sheets, holding on for dear life.

"You...slut" Jiwoong gruffed through licks and wet kisses. "You like this? Being eaten out like the little whore you are?" He smirked. He knew what effect he had on you. Your dick twitched, tip coated with precum. Jiwoong grinned at the sight. His tounge swirled in your hole, faster and rougher, reaching the deepest parts of you, eliciting sinful sounds from your mouth.

"Earger to cum, hm?" He grinned darkly. You were on the edge of your release when all of a sudden he stopped. You whined in displeasure, about to say something desperate when you felt Jiwoong's lips envelop the tip of your dick.

He held you by the underside of your thighs, slowly setting you back down on the bed. He climbed over your fgure hungrily, devouvering every drop of precum that spilled out of your little pink tip. His hands clamped the sides of your waist, refusing to let you move. Your hands reached down, tangled in his bleached blonde hair. This moment was intoxicating. The way Jiwoong's tounge swirled around your dick and how perfectly it made you choke on your own moans and pleas to calm down, it was like electricity flowing between your bodies.

You didn't even get to announce your arrival when suddenly you were shooting white ropes into Jiwoong's mouth, who swallowed up everything that you gave him, hungrily gulping down the sticky white substance with desperation. He licked his lips, poking around for any small drops. He licked your dick clean, placing hungry, chaste kisses on top. "Fuck, Princess..." he groaned, gulping down the last of your load. "You taste so good. I want more..."

He crawled over to you, planting kisses all over your face- forehead, nose, cheeks, jawline, and finally, your lips. He devouvers your mouth each time, with skill and precision that scares you. He makes you gasp at the perfect times, giving him just enough time to slide in his tounge and explore your mouth. He was so good, he knew you so well, you could only melt under his touch.

His hands slid under the fabric of your thin shirt, rubbing his fingers against your sides in exactly the perfect spots that god you riled up for him. His hand trailed downward, till his fingers poked around the entrace of your hole again.

"You okay, Princess?" He asked for approval, you nodded silently. He smirked.

He pushed in two fingers at the same time, scizzoring you open, pulling out the whimpers and moans he's always needy for. You gasp, moaning his name. "That's right, Princess. Show Woongie how good he's making you feel~" he edged you on, till he considered you ready.

Unbuckling his pants and peeling off his tank top to some corner of his room, he threw your legs over his shoulder, impaitent to get to the good part. "Gonna make Woongie feel good, m'kay?" he led you on gently, pushing his tip into your entrance, causing a prolonged, lewd moan from you. Music to his ears. "That's right, baby, I got you... breath for me..." He whispered, letting you adjust to his girth as he slid it in, little by little.

You whimpered, breathing heavily as he slid in, filling your hole deliciously. You clenched around him, squeezing him tight. He groaned. "Fuck, princess, so desperate?" He smirked, slowly rocking his hips and moving you along with it. You gasped, fisting the sheets till your knuckles went white. You whined for more and more, greedy for pleasure as you chased your second orgasm of the night.

He fully unsheathed himself inside you, rocking his hips back and forth at a caluculated speed to hit your sweet spot over and over again, sending you on the edge as a moaning mess for his cock. He quickened his pace, hips snapping forward as he grinded into you, drawing out the pleas and whimpers he loved to hear, too blissed out to form coherent sentences

"You're doing so well, Princess. You sound like an angel. Cum for Woongie, 'kay?"

You nodded. He smirked, pushing into you at an erratic pace, sending you screaming in pleasure. Jiwoong's face darkened in pride at how he always ruined you, made you so cock-drunk and down bad for him. For everyone else, you were an innocent angel, but only for him were you a princess whining needily for more. He got off to the tears of pleasure streaming down your face, kissing and drinking them up. "Fuck, even your tears taste sweet, princess!" and with one final thrust he sent you into pure nirvana. All you could comprehend was White ropes of your thick white cum and Jiwoong climaxing and filling your tight walls with his white.

He stood back, hungrily eyeing his creation. Too fucked out to even comprehend words, breathing heavy and dripping with cum from every angle, his hunger only grew. He slipped off your dirty t-shirt, licking your cum off your body. You loved the feeling of his hot tounge roaming around your body, devouvering every inch of you till he was satisfied. He kissed your lips with passion and lust.

He looked at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes. "You did so well, princess. I love you. let's get you cleaned up."

[dlj60]

Okay, so this is my first ever story post on here, and I’m a bit out of practice so please excuse any errors or mistakes that I happen to miss. If I do decide to write any other stories, just know that they’ll more than likely be reader inserts and definitely male reader inserts.

As a gay man, it sucks that there aren’t enough gay monster boyfriend reader insert stories. So, here goes nothing lol. I hope you all like it.

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There’s an orc standing at your door when you step outside to get your mail. As a matter of fact, he’s been coming by quite often. One day, he just started showing up and no matter what you say, he always comes back.

His hand is raised, poised to knock on the door before you opened it. You can’t help but let out a sigh of frustration. What is it THIS time?

“You’re back again, I see. You’ve been coming by here so frequently recently. Are you ready to tell me what it is you want?” You’d debated calling the authorities numerous times, but for some reason you kept holding off. You didn’t sense any hostility or danger from him. In fact, almost every time you stood before him, he’d get nervous and hurriedly walk away.

This time, however, feels like it’ll be different. You sense more courage from him this time, which is hilarious to think about. This 7 foot, wall of muscle, being scared of a man he’s twice the size of? Surely not.

You surprised when you hear him clear his throat.

“Um,” he begins to say, “h-have you been enjoying the gifts I’ve been leaving for you?” He’s holding unflinching eye contact with, waiting to see what you say. You almost don’t know what it is he’s talking about until it crosses your mind.

Every day since he started showing up, he’d leave little gifts for you before he would hurry away. Little wood carvings of birds and other little animals. Baskets full of fruits and vegetables. Expertly carved deer meat and warm, fluffy wolf pelts. Among plenty other things. While you were very grateful, you were also confused as to why.

You’d tried asking around town. Your neighbors, people at your job. But no one would tell you anything more other than you would find out sooner or later. When the time was right. It didn’t help that you weren’t originally from this town. You’d only just moved here a couple weeks before this orc started coming around.

You’d heard tales about this town. A town where monsters and humans lived together in peace and harmony. You’d honestly thought people were pulling your leg, but everyone you heard from all swore that it was true.

And now, here you were, staring the truth right into its emerald green eyes. You had to admit, he was quite the handsome guy. Thick, muscular biceps that you were easily able to see because of the vest he wore. Equally thick, muscular thighs that the pants he wore hugged just right. A gold septum piercing and several different rings. Long, jet black hair, perfectly braided into a plait, beads expertly woven in it. Tusks that jutted up from his bottom lip and several earrings pierced into both ears. And a ruggedly handsome face to complete the picture.

Yes, you couldn’t lie. He was really good looking. However, despite how good he looked, you still had to get to the bottom of his constant visiting.

“Yes, actually. I’m very grateful for all the things you’ve been leaving for me. Especially the little wood carvings. They make for cute decorations”, you say. That causes a smile to grace his features and the tension in his shoulders to ease up slightly.

“Good, good. I’m glad to hear that”, he says. He clears his throat again and suddenly looks more nervous again. Which makes you a slight bit nervous yourself. “W-well, then it’s time that I move on to the next step of the courting ritual.”

Wait. Courting ritual? What is he talking about? You go to ask for some clarification, but before you can say anything, he’s dropping down to one knee, kneeling in front of you. He bows his head and closes his eyes, extending an arm out to you, the palm of his hand facing the sky. His other hand has been placed on his chest, right over where his heart is.

“Would you do me the honor of being my mate? I promise to provide for you, protect you, and give you anything and everything you may ever need.” You can’t help but be completely dumbfounded. Be his mate? You barely even know this guy!

“Whoa, hold on a minute”, you say, taking a few steps back and holding your hands up. At the sound of your footsteps retreating backwards, he raises his head and opens his eyes. “I mean, don’t you think this is pretty out of the blue? I don’t even know your name. You don’t even know mine, for that matter! And I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on. You’ve barely spoken a word to me until now.”

He gets even more nervous at that. Then, he’s closing his eyes and bowing his head again. “R-right, my name. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you”, he says, chuckling nervously. “My name is Dolvik.”

Dolvik, huh? You can’t help but think it suits him. Not wanting to be rude, you give him your name in return. He repeats it with a soft smile. “That’s a nice name. It suits a handsome man like yourself.”

And now you’re blushing. Thank god he’s not looking at you right now. “W-well, thank you, um, Dolvik. Now, if you could explain what exactly this is all about. What’s this about a courting ritual?”

He looks back up at you at that. “You don’t know? I, uh, I thought you were at least aware of what was happening. I figured someone in town would have told you.”

“The only thing they would tell is that I would find out when the time was right. Can you explain it a bit more?”

“Of course. So, all the gifts that I’ve been leaving are part of the ritual. They’re a way to show you that I can provide for you and take care of you. You accepting those gifts means that you accept me as your mate. All that’s left is to ask you to be mine and for you to accept. Once you place your hand in mine, then we are officially mated.”

This is out of this world. You thought this stuff only ever happened in fantasies and fairytales. He’s still kneeling in front of you, however, now he’s making very intense eye contact, no doubt waiting to see what you say next. His hand is still extended out to you, waiting for you to give him your hand.

But, you don’t feel like you can do it. It feels so sudden. I mean, a courting ritual? Being asked to be his mate?

But, looking into his eyes, you can tell he means every last word. They filled with sincerity. But you can’t just readily say yes to a man you barely know, no matter how much he means what he says.

“Please stand up, Dolvik”, you say. You catch a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes as he does what you say. He’s standing at his full height, looking down at you, hands nervously balled into fists at his sides. “I… don’t think I can just accept this. It’s so sudden and out of the blue.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, shoulders hunching in disappointment. “That’s understandable. Y-you barely know me, after all.” You can tell it hurts him to say it. “You can keep the gifts and everything. I made and prepared it all just for you.” He’s turning away from you now, preparing to leave. You can feel how crushed and rejected he feels.

You feel a sudden urgency to make sure he doesn’t go. Something in you can’t bear to let him walk out of your life, never to be seen again.

“Wait!”, you exclaim. You’re suddenly rushing forward and grabbing one of his hands before he can walk away. He’s turning back to look at you, uncertainty in his eyes. But there’s also a slight glimmer of hope in them too. He turns fully to face you and you let go of his hand and take a few steps back.

“Like I said, this is very sudden and out of the blue and I can’t just readily accept such a heart felt confession like that.” You close your eyes. You can still feel his gaze on you. “However, it wouldn’t hurt for us to get to know each other better.”

You hear the rustle of clothing and open your eyes to see that he has knelt down in front of you again. He goes to cup your face in his hands, but stops just short of touching you, unsure. You surprise him by grabbing his hands and placing them on either side of your face. You keep your hands where they are over his.

“Really?”, he asks. “Do you really mean that?” He’s starting deeply into your eyes. It feels like he’s looking directly into your soul.

“Yes. With complete sincerity. I’m not entirely sure how things will go, but I’m more than willing to give it a shot.” His eyes light up and a huge grin spreads across his face. You see his eyes begin to shine with tears. You release his hands and reach out to wipe some of the tears away. The next thing you know, he’s pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever had, your face planted right into his chest. You return the hug as best you can, wrapping your arms around his wide, barrel chest to the best of your ability.

“I promise”, he says, “that you’ll have everything you’ll ever need or want.”

And you believe every single word.

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And there you have it! What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Needs improvement? I’m open to any suggestions or constructive criticism.

Maybe I’ll right more in the future. If anyone has any ideas, shoot them my way.

Bye for now!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Can we please have a fic with Luke's BF being a doctor and is kidnapped with Luke .gets wounded and has to tell Luke how to take care of his wound until someone finds them?

omg yesss!!! Sorry if it's inaccurate, I used WikiHow I'm panicking I posted this too early and now I'm rushing ahhhu its not finished don't read it yet guys one sec okay we good now guys

Would have liked this to be longer but accidentally posted it then panicker

Warnings: dislocated shoulder

You looked up at Luke, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. "You're going to need to put it back," You mumbled. Seeing him looking at you, unsure. "You have to, we don't know how long the team is gonna be and it's starting to go numb,"

He nods, both to let you know he'll do it, but also in an attempt to hype himself up because holy shit. "What do I need to do?"

"You're going take my wrist in both hands, place your feet against my chest and slowly pull until we hear it go back in,"

You place your arm out, ignoring the pain, not stopping until it was level with your shoulder. You give Luke a nod, waiting for him to take your wrist in his hands before you turn your head to the ceiling.

It takes a few minutes and then a clock echoes throughout the room and the pain subsides slightly. "Oh thank god..." You mutter. "Is there anything around here that can be used as a sling?"

Luke looks around, not seeing anything, he gives you a wink before he takes his shirt off, using that to stabilise your arm.

"That'll be 200 dollars," Luke grins, trying to take your mind off of the pain.

"Are you a stripper or a doctor?"

"Both," He winks.

"Luke, I love you, but you're really not a doctor," You mumble.

[cyborg-franky]

Hi, so first of all, how are you doing? Have you been drinking water? (I apologize for my thrash english TT)

I saw your requests open, so, if it's not much of a trouble, could I possibly ask for platonic headcanons for the ASL brothers having an older brother (reader) who comes out as gay to them?

If you don't want to it's ok. Take care!

Did you want them like kids right?

PLATONIC

Ace, Sabo and Luffy with Older Brother reader SFW Coming Out

You were nervous as hell. You knew you were like an older brother to the three of them, the only nice and only stable adult in their lives and you were so worried that your news would make them hate you.

You couldn’t tell your own family and you needed the secret out, you wanted the most important people in your life to know the real you.

Would the boys even know what you meant? Sabo and Ace were smart, right? Luffy, well the jury was out on that one.

Watching the campfire crackle to life thanks to Ace, you saw how Luffy and Sabo got ready to attempt to cook the fish, something you’d shown them.

You smiled when they did it right, proud of your younger brothers for all they had learned out here.

“Hey guys,” You started, getting their attention. Sabo looked up, Luffy already trying to grab at the uncooked fish while Ace slapped his hand.

“Yeah?” All said at once, Ace grunting in annoyance at the coincidence.

“I have something..to…tell you..” They were just kids, this shouldn’t be so hard right? 

But they looked up to you, and the village you came from would demonize you for just being you. If you lost the younger boys, well, you’d have no one.

“Well? Spit it out.” Ace snapped and narrowed his eyes, slapping Luffy’s hand, again.

Sabo watched you with wide eyes, curious about what this secret could be, it must have been big from how you were acting about it.

You looked over their faces one more time and took a breath. “I’m gay.”

“Yeah? And?” Ace rolled his eyes, a smug look on his face. “I knew that.”

“How?” Ace shrugged in reply and Luffy sat up straight, looking confused. “Gay?” you nodded, itching your head, At least you’d been right about Ace.

“Means I am a boy who likes other boys.” You said as simply as you could. “Alright,” Luffy nodded before the conversation once again meant nothing to his limited attention span, he just went to grab at the cooked fish. Leaving Sabo to reply.

“That’s fine? What’s wrong with that? Girls are kinda gross anyway.” Sabo spat and shrugged his shoulders, Ace and Luffy both agreeing with vigorous nods of their head.

You smiled a little, no idea why you’d been so worried in the first place.

[starboye]

imagine drunk dancing on olderbf!simon in a bar after you told him you wouldn't get to drunk, now rocking your ass on his crotch and begging him to take you to bathroom and fuck you like he's mad at you, but he couldn't possibly treat you like that (while drunk that is because any other day he would do that in a heart beat)

so seeing as you're not going to let up about this whole fucking you dirty in the bathroom he gets a better idea, taking you out the back door to some more private alley and pulling out his cock, stopping you just before you dropped to you knees and placing your hand around his thick shaft

basically giving you permission to jerk him off to satisfy your lusty needs, your hand starting off slowly and speeding up until you had simon panting and whimpering outside the bar, and at this point you've milked a load or two out of him and he's trying to get you to stop

his thick hand wrapped around your wrist trying to stop you but he looks to good moaning and begging so what would be the harm in pulling out one or two more

[carnalcrows]

BABYSITTER - THE SALESMAN

pairing: the salesman x male reader

synopsis: When a broke college student takes a babysitting gig, he signs up for snack time and bedtime stories—but ends up with bloodstains, cryptic employers, and an unsettling crush on the kid’s disturbingly hot dad.

content warnings: 18+, bottom male reader, blackmailing, blood, anal, breeding, creampie, missionary, mating press, dubcon, mentions of kidnapping, too much plot

word count: 5.2k (good lord)

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when you found yourself perched in the corner of the campus café, a half-empty cup of cold coffee sweating onto the table beside your laptop. Bills, tuition, and the general weight of adulthood had a way of pressing down on your shoulders, leaving you in a constant state of mild panic. You scrolled through job listings with the desperation of someone clinging to a lifeboat.  

Barista? You had already been rejected twice due to your “lack of experience.”  

Retail? They wanted you available on weekends, which wasn’t feasible with your study schedule.  

Dog walker? Allergic to fur.  

The list grew more depressing as the minutes ticked by, until one particular post caught your attention:  

"Babysitter needed. Flexible hours. Payment upon services rendered. Serious applicants only."  

There was no company name, no attached image of a smiling family, not even a hint about the age of the child you’d be babysitting. The simplicity of it screamed sketchy, but the promise of payment dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick. 

“Desperate times,” you muttered, clicking on the post.  

The application form was equally bare-bones, asking only for your name, availability, and a short paragraph about why you wanted the job. You quickly typed something generic about being responsible and good with kids, then hit send without much hope.  

To your surprise, you received a reply almost immediately.  

"You’re hired. Start tomorrow at 3 PM. Address: [Redacted]."  

You stared at the screen, bewildered. No interview? No background check? Either this was the world’s most desperate parent, or you were walking into a scam. A friend texted you moments later, asking if you’d found a job yet, and you decided to leave out the details when you replied, 

"Yep, starting tomorrow."  

The afternoon sun was scorching as you made your way up the steps of the quaint suburban house. The place had a sort of storybook charm—a neat lawn, pastel shutters, and a small porch swing swaying lazily in the breeze. If it weren’t for the suspiciously vague job listing you’d answered, you might have thought you were walking into a feel-good rom-com instead of a potentially shady situation.  

You knocked on the door and waited. Seconds ticked by. You shifted awkwardly, glancing over your shoulder as if expecting hidden cameras. But just as you were about to knock again, the door flew open with surprising force, revealing a little girl standing barely taller than the doorknob.  

“Hi!” she exclaimed, her voice so cheerful it nearly gave you whiplash. “Are you the babysitter?”  

“Uh… yeah,” you replied, startled by the sheer intensity of her enthusiasm. “That’s me.”  

“I’m Su-an,” she said proudly, puffing out her chest. “Come in! I was just having a meeting with my council!”  

Before you could even ask what she meant, she grabbed your hand and tugged you inside. The house was warm and cozy, if a little cluttered, with toys scattered across the floor and crayon drawings taped haphazardly on the walls.  

---

“This is Mr. Snuggles,” Su-an announced, holding up a ragged teddy bear with one ear chewed off. “He’s the president of my council.”  

“Uh-huh,” you said, nodding solemnly. “And what does the council do?”  

“Important stuff,” she said, narrowing her eyes like she was letting you in on a state secret. “Like deciding who gets cookies after dinner. Also, they voted to make you the assistant.”  

You blinked. “I don’t remember running for office.”  

“Well, you didn’t,” she said matter-of-factly. “But Mr. Snuggles said you looked like you’d be good at it.”  

Before you could protest, she shoved the bear into your hands and pointed to a tiny table covered in a chaotic mix of crayons, plastic teacups, and a single half-eaten cookie.  

“Sit,” she ordered. “The council meeting is starting!”  

---

The rest of the afternoon unfolded in a whirlwind of nonsensical games and increasingly bizarre “council decisions.” At one point, you were ordered to wear a paper crown (which barely fit) and were dubbed the “Official Snack Prince.” Your royal duties included distributing Goldfish crackers and ensuring everyone—stuffed animals included—got an equal share.  

“You’re actually pretty good at this,” Su-an said, eyeing you critically as you handed Sir Fluffington his crackers. “Better than my last babysitter.”  

“Oh?” you asked, curious. “What happened to them?”  

“They couldn’t handle the council,” she said gravely.  

---

After the meeting adjourned, Su-an decided it was time to “train” you in the art of hide-and-seek. You played along, even though she kept hiding in the same spot: under the dining table, her giggles giving her away every single time.  

“Found you again!” you said, crouching down to peer under the table.  

She gasped, genuinely shocked. “How are you so good at this?!”  

“It’s a gift,” you deadpanned, earning another round of giggles.  

---

When hide-and-seek got old, she declared it was “dance party time.” She dragged you to the living room, where she plugged in her favorite playlist on an ancient speaker. The first song was a pop hit you vaguely recognized, and before you could even protest, she was already twirling around like a whirlwind.  

“Come on!” she yelled over the music.  

“I don’t dance,” you started, but she shot you a look so devastatingly adorable that you had no choice but to join in.  

What followed was ten minutes of the most ridiculous dancing of your life. Su-an moved like she was powered by pure chaos, flailing her arms and jumping around, while you attempted something resembling the robot. She laughed so hard she tripped over her own feet, and you had to catch her before she face-planted into the couch.  

---

As the day wore on, you found yourself genuinely enjoying her company. She was smart, funny, and had the kind of boundless energy that made you wonder if kids ran on caffeine instead of juice boxes.  

By the time bedtime rolled around, you were exhausted. Getting her into pajamas was an ordeal—she insisted she couldn’t sleep without her “lucky socks,” which turned out to be mismatched and buried at the bottom of her toy chest. When you finally tucked her in, she stared up at you with wide, sleepy eyes.  

“Will you come back tomorrow?” she asked, clutching Mr. Snuggles to her chest.  

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’ll be here.”  

“Promise?”  

“Promise.”  

---

As you made your way back downstairs, you felt a surprising sense of accomplishment. Babysitting wasn’t what you’d imagined yourself doing, but something about Su-an’s infectious energy and genuine joy made it worth it.  

You tidied up the living room, stepping over plastic dinosaurs and rogue crayons, and couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. If every day was going to be like this, maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all.  

---

And so, your days with Su-an became a routine. Every afternoon, she greeted you at the door like an excited puppy, launching into a new scheme or game. One day, she decided you were a dragon and she was a brave knight. The next, you were her art teacher, helping her draw increasingly absurd animals like “dog-o-sauruses” and “cat-icorns.”  

One particularly memorable day, she tried to teach you how to braid her hair. It did not go well.  

“Why are there so many strands?!” you groaned, your fingers tangled in her hair.  

“It’s easy!” she said, giggling. “You just go over, under, over, under!”  

“You sound like a cryptic math teacher,” you muttered, earning another round of giggles.  

---

The days passed in a blur of laughter and chaos, and soon, you found yourself looking forward to your afternoons with Su-an. She made you forget about your stress, your bills, and your endless to-do list.  

Still, a question lingered in the back of your mind: where was her dad during all of this? But for now, you were content to let the mystery be. After all, it was hard to worry about much when you had a six-year-old demanding you be her “Royal Snack Advisor.”

It was one of those rare evenings when the air felt just right—not too cold, not too warm, with a soft breeze that carried the faint smell of grass and distant barbecues. Su-an had begged to go to the park after dinner, and you’d caved, eager to get some fresh air and give her a chance to burn off her endless energy.

“Push me higher!” Su-an squealed as she swung back and forth, her legs pumping excitedly. You stood behind her, laughing as you gave the swing a gentle push.

“Higher, huh? What are you trying to do, touch the clouds?”

“Maybe!” she shouted, giggling as the swing reached its peak.

The park wasn’t crowded—just a few other families and joggers scattered around. It was peaceful, the kind of evening where you could almost forget the strange tension that sometimes hung around the house, the questions you tried not to ask about her father’s late-night comings and goings.

But the peace didn’t last.

As you helped Su-an off the swing and she dragged you toward the monkey bars, a commotion near the edge of the park caught your attention. At first, you thought it was just a group of people arguing—a not-uncommon sight in the city. But then you saw him.

Your heart stopped.

There, in the dim light of a flickering street lamp, was a man—the man. His tall frame was unmistakable, even in the shadows. He stood over a small group of disheveled, huddled figures, who you quickly realized were homeless people. A plastic bag lay torn at his feet, loaves of bread spilled across the ground.

He wasn’t just standing there. He was stepping on the bread.

Your breath caught as you watched him stomp down with deliberate, almost mechanical force, grinding the food into the dirt. The homeless group stared in silence, some in shock, others looking away as if too defeated to protest.

“Isn’t that Daddy?”

The innocent question cut through the haze of disbelief like a knife. You snapped your head down to look at Su-an, her wide eyes fixed on the scene with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“No,” you said quickly, your voice sharper than you intended. “It’s not.”

“But—”

Before she could finish, you crouched down and gently placed your hands over her eyes. “Let’s go, Su-an. We’re leaving.”

“Why can’t I look? What’s wrong?” she whined, squirming in your grasp.

“Because it’s not safe,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you picked her up and started walking away, her protests muffled against your shoulder.

Your mind raced as you carried her toward the car. What had you just witnessed? That couldn’t have been him—could it? But the silhouette, the way he carried himself—it was all too familiar.

You buckled Su-an into her car seat, doing your best to distract her with promises of ice cream and cartoons when you got home. But even as she babbled happily about her favorite flavors, your hands trembled on the steering wheel.

By the time you got back to the house and put Su-an to bed, your heart was still pounding. You paced the living room, replaying the scene over and over in your head. The way he’d crushed the bread underfoot—there had been no hesitation, no anger, just cold, calculated precision.

Who does that?

And more importantly, why?

The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shifted on the couch. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between your classes, assignments, and Su-an’s boundless energy, exhaustion had taken its toll.

It was the sound of the front door slamming that jolted you awake. Disoriented, you blinked into the darkness, the faint glow of the kitchen light casting long shadows across the room. Footsteps echoed through the hallway—heavy, deliberate, and nothing like the hurried, near-silent ones you were used to from the man of the house.

You sat up, your heart beginning to race. Something wasn’t right.

When he appeared in the doorway, your stomach twisted into a knot. His usually pristine white shirt was drenched in blood, the vivid crimson staining the fabric and dripping in thick, uneven streaks. His face was ashen, his dark eyes wild and unfocused, like a man teetering on the edge of something you couldn’t name.

“Wh-what happened?” you stammered, instinctively backing away as the metallic tang of blood reached your nose.

“It’s not my blood,” he said curtly, his voice gravelly and sharp.

As if that was supposed to make you feel better.

“That doesn’t answer my question!” you said, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound firm.

He staggered toward the kitchen, his movements unsteady but purposeful. Against every ounce of self-preservation screaming at you to stay put, you got up and followed him.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, your tone softer this time.

He didn’t respond, instead gripping the edge of the counter as if to steady himself. The dim light overhead cast harsh shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more unapproachable than usual.

“Sit down,” you said, surprised by the steadiness of your own voice.

He turned his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. For a moment, you thought he’d ignore you, but then he surprised you by obeying. He sank into one of the kitchen chairs, his movements slow and deliberate, as if every step cost him.

You grabbed a damp cloth from the sink, your hands trembling slightly as you wrung it out. You weren’t sure why you were doing this—why you weren’t running out the door or calling the police. Maybe it was the way he looked, like a man who had seen too much, or maybe it was the faint vulnerability hiding behind his hard exterior.

“This... isn’t normal,” you muttered, more to yourself than him, as you began wiping the blood from his face. The cloth came away dark and sticky, and your stomach churned.

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with things you don’t understand,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a warning edge.

You paused, meeting his gaze. His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them, filled with something unreadable—a mix of exhaustion, anger, and something else that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m here,” you said, almost defiantly, as you moved to clean his hands. “So I’m already concerned.”

He didn’t respond, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease ever so slightly.

The silence between you grew even heavier, the only sound now being the soft movement of the cloth against his skin. Your hands were shaking slightly as you worked, wiping the blood from his face, his hands, but his eyes never left you. They were intense—piercing, almost as though he were searching for something in your expression.

You couldn’t look away for long. The tension in the air thickened with every passing second, your heartbeat picking up, each thud echoing loudly in your ears. It was like being drawn into a web you didn’t fully understand but couldn’t escape from, no matter how hard you tried.

When you finally stepped back, giving him space, you thought you’d be able to breathe again. But then, his hand shot out, quick as lightning, wrapping around your wrist. The touch was firm, deliberate, sending an involuntary jolt of electricity through your veins. You tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His fingers were cold against your skin, but the intensity in his eyes made your heart race.

"Why are you helping me?" His voice was low, gravelly, and for a moment, you wondered if he was testing you—seeing if you’d reveal the truth, or maybe if you’d run.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but your pulse was hammering, and you couldn’t ignore the way your body reacted to his proximity. The heat between you both felt suffocating. His touch was grounding, yet it stirred something dangerous inside you. “Because someone has to,” you replied, your voice steady, though you could feel the words slipping off your tongue more as a defense than truth.

His gaze deepened, darkening in a way that sent a chill down your spine. The air between you was thick, electric, as if there were an unspoken promise between you both—a promise you knew you were too afraid to fully acknowledge. Then, before you could even react, he pulled you in close. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair with a force that made your breath catch in your throat.

And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was a collision, desperate and overwhelming, like a dam that had been holding back too much for too long and was finally breaking free. His kiss was messy—almost violent—as if he needed to consume you, to claim you in a way that made your knees weak and your thoughts scatter. His lips were demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that made your body tremble.

You should’ve pushed him away, told him to stop, told him that this was wrong. Your mind screamed at you to break free, but your body betrayed you, leaning into him instead, matching the fervor of his kiss. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you even closer, his grip tightening. Your breath was ragged between kisses, and your pulse pounded in your ears as the world outside of the two of you seemed to vanish.

When he pulled away, just far enough to catch his breath, your lips were swollen, your chest heaving. You couldn’t think. All you could feel was the lingering heat of his touch, the undeniable thrum of desire that still buzzed beneath your skin. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something in them—something dark, dangerous, but...hungry.

His lips curved into a smirk, and it sent a jolt of unease running down your spine, mingled with something else, something deeper.

“You’re in over your head, kid,” he said, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your back.

The words should’ve been a warning. They should’ve sent you running. But instead, they only lingered in the air between you, wrapping themselves around you like a noose. You should’ve known then, but you didn’t want to listen.

And for the first time, you realized: you were already tangled up in his web, and maybe—just maybe—you didn’t want to escape.

The obsession grew in subtle ways. You’d arrive to find unexpected gifts waiting for you on the kitchen counter: a sleek leather wallet, a watch so expensive you didn’t dare wear it, a bottle of cologne that smelled like a storm breaking over the ocean.

When you tried to protest—“This is too much” or “I can’t accept this”—his expression would shift. His jaw would tighten, his eyes darkening with something that made your chest tighten.

“Take it,” he’d say, his tone brooking no argument. And you’d always comply, your words catching in your throat as he gave you a look that said refusing wasn’t an option.

Your feelings about him became a tangled mess of contradictions. Every instinct screamed that something about him was wrong. The blood, the cryptic way he spoke, the chilling bread incident in the park—they all painted a picture of a man you should stay far away from.

But then there were the moments that left you reeling. A lingering glance, a brush of his hand against yours, the way he could soften—just slightly—when he saw you with Su-an.

The first time he kissed you, you felt like your world had been turned inside out. It was sudden, overwhelming, and left you breathless. His lips were rough but urgent, like he was staking a claim rather than asking permission. And when it happened again—and again—you didn’t push him away. Instead, you found yourself leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch despite every rational thought telling you to run.

But his obsession wasn’t content to simmer beneath the surface. It began to consume him, bleeding into the delicate balance of your day-to-day life.

He started showing up during your babysitting hours, a presence that was impossible to ignore. At first, he’d just watch from the doorway as you played with Su-an, his dark eyes following your every move with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

Then, his involvement escalated. He’d dismiss you early—always with some excuse about needing to talk to you. But the moment Su-an was out of earshot, his demeanor would shift. He’d pull you into his room, his hands firm but not rough as he guided you inside.

“You’re spending so much time with her,” he’d say, his voice low and rough, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t forget who’s paying you.”

His lips would crash against yours before you could respond, his kisses urgent and messy, as though he couldn’t stand the thought of you being anywhere else but with him.

The final straw came on a night like any other—or so you thought. Su-an had already gone to bed, and you were tidying up the living room when your gaze drifted toward the slightly ajar door of the man’s study. It was a room he rarely used in your presence, a space he kept locked most of the time.

You hadn’t intended to snoop. But the door was open, and your curiosity, already inflamed by the strange events surrounding him, got the better of you.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and faintly bitter cologne. The dim lighting cast long shadows over the mahogany desk and the shelves lined with books and files. One particular folder caught your attention—it was open, papers spilling out as if hastily shoved aside.

Your heart sank as you picked up the first page. It was your class schedule, neatly printed and highlighted. Beneath it were receipts from your favorite coffee shop, notes about your usual order scribbled in the margins.

And then there were the photos.

They weren’t candid shots taken on the street or at the park. They were intimate, the kind of photos someone would take if they were watching closely—too closely. You recognized the outfits, the moments. One was of you laughing as you pushed Su-an on the swings. Another showed you sitting on a park bench, earbuds in, entirely unaware of the camera.

The air in the room felt too thick, like it was choking you. Your fingers trembled as you shoved the papers back into the folder, heart hammering in your chest.

“What the hell is this?”

The words left your mouth before you even realized he was standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the light from the hall. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something intense.

The folder in your hands felt heavier than it should have, its contents seared into your memory. Photos of you, notes about your life, details no one should know unless they’d been watching you for far too long. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at him, standing so calmly in the doorway as if this was all perfectly normal.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped further into the room, his movements slow, deliberate. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you in with the man you were starting to realize you knew far less about than you’d thought.

“I warned you,” he said, his voice low, almost soothing. “I told you not to go looking where you shouldn’t.”

“This—this is insane,” you stammered, backing up until the edge of the desk pressed against your hips. “Why do you have these? Why are you—”

“You don’t get it, do you?” he interrupted, his tone softening as he drew closer. His gaze was unrelenting, pinning you in place. “I’ve been watching over you. Protecting you. You’re... important to me.”

“Protecting me?” you shot back, your voice breaking. “This is stalking. This is obsessive. This—this isn’t normal!”

He stopped just a breath away from you, his height and presence overwhelming. His eyes, dark and piercing, searched yours for something, though you couldn’t tell what. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek.

“I can’t lose you,” he murmured, his voice almost breaking. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me–and to my daughter? You’ve become... everything.”

The warmth of his touch sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Your body tensed, torn between the instinct to pull away and the undeniable pull of his closeness.

“Stop,” you whispered, though your voice lacked the strength it should have had. “This isn’t—this can’t—”

But he didn’t stop. His other hand moved to your waist, firm but not forceful, as he leaned closer.

“You keep saying it’s wrong,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your lips. “But you don’t push me away.”

His lips brushed against yours, testing, as though giving you one last chance to stop him. But when you didn’t move, when your breath hitched and your hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you, he took it as permission.

The kiss was slow at first, deliberate and searching, as though he was memorizing every inch of your mouth. But it didn’t stay that way for long. His hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

You gasped against him, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt. The heat of him, the sheer intensity of his presence, was dizzying. When his teeth grazed your bottom lip, you couldn’t suppress the small sound that escaped you—a sound that seemed to ignite something in him.

His movements grew more desperate, more consuming. He pressed you back against the desk, his body caging you in as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of your neck. The scrape of his stubble sent sparks of sensation racing down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your head tilted to give him better access.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough, almost guttural. “Do you even realize what you do to me?”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing even as your body betrayed you, leaning into him. His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your shirt, and you shivered at the contact.

“This... this isn’t okay,” you managed, though the words came out weak, shaky.

“No,” he agreed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His gaze was dark, filled with something you didn’t dare name. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it.”

The words hung between you, heavy and charged, as he leaned in again, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that left no room for argument. And though your mind screamed at you to stop, to push him away, your body betrayed you, pulling him closer instead.

His hand slowly trailed to the hem of your sweatpants, lightly tugging on the strap, you flinched when his cold hand suddenly went under your boxers. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this– Su-an might-” you were interrupted with his other hand covering your mouth.

“Hush now, this room is soundproof,” he merely stated before harshly pulling your pants and boxers down with one tug. He then picked you up and placed you on the desk, pushing aside all the files and paper, which now seemed so insignificant.

“You’re hard. Are you still telling me you don’t want this?” He questions, his warm breath fanning your ear. You shuddered at the feeling, not knowing what to say, or what to do.

Before you could form words, he wraps his hand around your aching cock which was standing erect, partly due to the cool air, and partly due to what was happening.

His movements were minimal, slowly moving his hand along your shaft, while his other hand fetched a packet of lube from his back pocket. Where he managed to get that, you couldn’t tell.

He ripped the packet with his teeth, and spread the substance all over his fingers, before swiftly flipping you over, so that your ass was facing him.

Before you could utter a word of process, he had slipped a lubed finger in you. A wanton moan left your mouth at the sudden intrusion. 

“Fuck–don’t stop, please,” the man only smirked at this, slowly sliding in another finger, and then another. Three of his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, and oh, it felt heavenly. His other hand held you up just a bit, to keep you from falling off the study desk.

Your hands gripped onto the desk, frantically trying to keep yourself upright, but to no avail. You kept slumping off, the pleasure being too overwhelming.

“Stay still for me pet, that’s it–good boy,” the praise went straight to your dick, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Soon, the man determined that you had been prepped enough, and removed his fingers. You whined at the sudden emptiness, wanting to feel full once more.

He stared at your twitching hole, clenching around nothing. The sight did nothing but turn him on even more.

He removed his belt and cast it aside, while tugging down his pants and boxers with a sense of urgency. He easily flipped you over with his strong arms, now getting a clear view of your already fucked-out face.

He merely grinned, and before you could respond, he slid into your awaiting hole. You gasped at the intrusion, the head of his cock bullying its way into your hole. He groaned feeling the way you clenched around his length.

Without waiting for you to adjust, he fucked into you like an animal in heat, holding your legs in such a way that your knees where at your shoulders.

The new angle made his length hit your prostate with every thrust, making your head fall back on the table, a loud moan leaving your lips.

 The man was savouring every single reaction, every little noise you made. “Such a sweet little thing,” he cooed. “Can’t even keep a straight head while getting fucked, hm?”

The only thing that left your mouth was a string of garbled noises. Your brain had quite literally turned to mush with how well he was fucking you.

Soon, you felt your orgasm wash over you like a waterfall, but the man didn’t stop. Instead, he fucked into you harder, a bulge forming in your stomach with every thrust.

He lightly pressed on the bulge, which made you squeal– the overstimulation doing too much to your head.

He kept rutting into you until he felt his climax. When it came, his thrusts slowly started to stutter. Without warning he emptied his load in you, painting your gummy walls white.

He kept you on the desk, without pulling out as you whimpered, feeling so, so full.

With your mind in such a disarrayed state, you didn’t notice him slip a small ring onto your finger.

“Now you can’t leave me–or Su-an, ever. Poor thing needs a mother after all.”

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Dom! Yan professor x himbo reader imagines~! ໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა

Just imagining your biology professor being a total hard ass, rude and unkind to every student he’s ever had and giving out the most excessive amounts of homework daily, as soon as he met you something sinister had awoken inside him. The way you’d smile at him all stupid wearing shorts that showed to much and jogging pants that let him see the side profile of your cock during the first day of meeting you had this man losing it.

Just imagining you staying back after your college classes, you being freshly twenty three and scraping by if not failing every class you took, only making it to college on a sports scholarship with you staring and blinking at your professor all class. Yandere professor, just imagining him watching you from the corner of his eye the whole class, his hands moving on auto pilot only able to think about you and how you blink dumbly at him while he teaches making him speak up “is something wrong Mr L/n?”

Just imagining you getting stuck after class in tutoring sessions all hours of the day because he claims “I’m just trying to help you achieve better [name]” he’d utter those words so sincerely it would keep you oblivious while he stares at your ass and your pecs, bitting his lips when you lean in your chair showing him the perfect peak of your body having this man insane having to excuse himself for a moment during your sessions while he goes and “fixes” the situation between his legs.

Just imagining Yandere professor who rubs up against you grabbing and touching your body all over at any chance he gets with close proximity, slowly over time building trust off of his age and status, him pushing mid forties and freshly divorced. Just imagining him bringing up chats about his golden retriever just to twist your oblivious trust into something else, making you feel special whilst he gives you all the attention you could ever dream of with the intent of getting you all to himself wanting to possess and keep you like a boy toy.

Just imagining Yandere professor who asks you for “favors” claiming he’d make sure you passed all your classes, that you’d never have to worry about losing your scholar ship. He’d have your face in his crotch with your mouth wide open engulfing his cock all flushed in the face with teary eyes holding his thighs. Oh how he almost felt sorry for those poor girls that drooled after you during your games….almost, but having your mouth stuffed full of cock asking “am I doin good E’nough f’you sherr” while you soured your words with spit making slurping sounds just trying to please a good grade out of him.

Just imagining Yandere professor who does random dorm checkups on you, making you stay over at his apartment the nights your frat bros throw parties, not standing for the thought of some sorority girl getting her manicured hands on you, you were His and he’d fuck you so good that you knew it. Two glasses of wine later sitting in his apartment with your hand gripping the counters in shambles “s-ir!” All you can repeat over and over is his name speaking it like a prayer to your messiah feeling a drunken man going at it fucking you so hard the sounds start buzzing together and the over head light in his kitchen blurs under your pupils.

Just imagining Yandere professor who had your legs spread wide open sitting leaned back on his desk eating your ass out like a starving man. Gripping your skin and kissing your pucker, practically making out with your rim and letting you ramble on cluelessly about your plays and strategies, whining about how “the coach is placing me as Qb this year!” While you grip the back of your professors head looking down at him just blinking and getting comfy when you see him having no intentions of letting you go since him being able to work your body and play with you however he liked was part of the “conditions”

Just imagining your grades going from a fifties and forties across the boards to becoming a straight A+ student having all of your friends asking how you managed to swindle that, having your fiends wanting to know your secret while one of them asks “all those time you’ve been ditching, you must be going off to secretly study huh!” Your closest buddy just laughs and nudges you during practice unable to tell him that you’ve been whoring yourself out to the most hated teacher on campus.

[zolass]

In The King's Embrace Top Male King Oc x Bttm Servant Male Reader

First of all woah- what the fuck. I don't know who or what possessed me to write this in the beginning- but I need more of it because it fueled me to write my longest piece yet. ngl kinda had in mind to make it a foursome but kinda backed out of it, maybe if I do part two MDNI, what you consume is not my problem in the end tho. content/warnings: does it count as cheating?, smut, p in v at the start, submissive reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, anal, first time anal, vanilla, fluff at the end, reader gay or bi awakening idk maybe just a hoe I hope I got all contents and possible warnings down, if not I'm sry. 3.6k words

Pathetic whimpers of pleasure came from your throat, while your teeth were harshly digging into your bottom lip. Your hips rutted mindlessly, as the tight heat clenched around your cock, soft sultry moans spilled from the woman’s lips. Not any woman though, she was the queen, the same woman married to the man you served. 

Sprawled beneath you on the same bed she shared with her husband, her legs were wrapped tightly around your hips, keeping you close as you fucked mindlessly into her pussy that was already filled with your load from previous rounds. Unshed tears were in your eyes, not only from the overstimulation you had to endure, but also because you feared for your life.

“Come on– fuck give me your b-bastard child– ahh,” her words made your stomach churn, one hand moved up to knead her soft bosom, while the other went down to rub on her puffy clit. You felt how another orgasm built up in your groin, picking up the speed of your thrust and the rubbing on the queen’s clit. Just as you were about to bust another load in her wet pussy, the doors to the large bed chamber were pushed open and in came the king, his brother and a guard. 

Shocked by the sudden intrusion, by the exact person you didn’t want to get caught by, made your hips come to a shuddering stop. Yet the queen seemed thrilled by the sudden interruption by her husband, as her cunt clenched tightly around your sensitive cock, pushing you over the edge. A pathetic moan rippled from your throat in shame and pleasure, your eyes closed in bliss and fear before your body slumped. 

Your shoulders shaking and your legs twitching, you didn’t dare to open your eyes, not even when the queen spoke up, “You always have to ruin my fun do you, Raymond?” Her voice was challenging, as if she didn’t care that she cheated on her husband with a common servant.

A scoff left the king, “A bastard daughter, sleeping with a mere servant– I would’ve said I was surprised, but I’m certainly not,” you slowly opened your eyes, only to see the flushed furious face of the queen. You wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, not only were you caught and probably getting one of the worst punishments. Gulping you were frozen in place, until a pair of footsteps stalking closer to the bed, until a hand fisted your hair and pulled your head back, far enough to come face to face with the king. 

Raymond was by far an old king, he inherited the throne in his late teen years, now he’s in his late twenties as far as you remember. Swallowing you looked up at the man with wet eyes, a scoff left the king, as he pulled more on your hair, enlightening a breathy moan from you, “Pathetic, aren’t you,” it wasn’t a question, he spoke it as a fact. 

You watched as he licked over his lips, a fleeting glint formed in his eyes, but as quick as it was there, as quick it was gone. Raymond’s green eyes wandered over the state not only you were in but also the queen, pussy stuffed not only with your cock but also cum oozing out at the sides dirtying the sheets. 

Suddenly you were completely pulled off of the queen by your hair, it was rather rough, but in a pleasant way which made a small amount of cum spurt out of your slit, accompanied by a whimper. “I’ll be taking your.. plaything with me, goodnight Alesia,” Raymond said in a husky and mocking voice, before without even sparing a glance at the woman, dragging your naked form out of the bedchamber with the audience, the king's brother and the guard, who watched all of it unfold in silence before them, following behind.

Your nerves went through the roof, as you were dragged through the moonlit hallways. First you thought you would’ve been escorted to the dungeons as soon as you left the chamber, yet you were simply led to another wing of the castle.

As Raymond stopped in front of a large closed door, you had to stop yourself before you bumped into the king’s back. With a single push the doors opened, giving you the time to look inside another bedchamber. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, before you were simply pulled inside by Raymond.

In the middle of the room, the king came to a halt, turning to you. “Well now that we’re far away, I can say that for the first time, this– woman had at least a good looking plaything,” the king mused, as one of his large hands grabbed onto your chin, making you look up at the green eyes that were darkened by the lust swirling inside. “Now that you seem to have experience in warming the bed of a royal– it’s time you show me exactly what you can do,” Raymond said, as he let go of your chin and stalked around you slowly, his eyes trailing up and down your body. Like a predator observing its prey, which in this case was you, while the king seemed to be the predator ready to pounce and devour you.

Your head turned to the side, only realizing then that you were alone with the king, as said man pressed himself against your back. A gasp stuck in your throat by the sudden closeness, while your eyes took in the large bed which was standing only a few feet away from you.

A gentle push from behind you, made you swallow hard, as you slowly walked over to the bed, a look over your shoulder– a look into the lust filled eyes, had your legs trembling, biting your lip you tried to calm down your racing heart. “Who–?” your voice was barely audible, yet the question made a smirk tug at Raymond’s lips, “Who’s fucking who?” he finished the question that lingered in your mind, half spoken. Slowly you nod, enlightening a chuckle from the king as he stepped closer.

“Well even though I think it doesn’t have anything to do with it, but your pathetic look while you fucked Alesia, definitely made me want to have you come undone on my cock, even though your performance in fucking her seemed rather.. strong,”  Raymond spoke, his large hand placed on your lower back, rubbing circles with his thumb over your soft skin.

You gulped, as your body moved on its own, slowly bending over the bed. “Get on the bed and turn to me, we’ll have enough time and.. opportunities to test other places, but right now I want to see your face when I take you,” Raymond spoke, quickly following his order, you moved onto the bed soon finding you in the same position as the queen before, missionary. 

Movement caught your eye, and you saw first hand how the king slipped off his robes in a smooth motion, yet his hungry eyes simply laid on you, the intensity made your cock twitch. As soon as the robes were discarded on the ground Raymond came closer to the bed, before stopping in front of you. With his fingertips he brushed over your exposed thighs making them quiver in response.

It was slow and agonizing, not pushy and fast like you were used to by the queen. Raymond played it slow, taking in the way you reacted to the little touches, how your cock twitched. He pushed your thighs open, taking place between them as his fingers moved further up, until it wasn’t just his fingertips touching, but his entire hands, large warm hands that ran over your bare skin. 

From your thighs to your stomach, up to your chest and back down to finally settle on your hips. “Pretty..” the word surprised you, but his next word caught you off guard, “Did you ever have a man as a bed partner?” Raymond’s focus laid on you, as he waited for an answer. 

You slowly shook your head, no. Biting your lip nervously as a smirk formed on the taller man’s lips, “Then I’ll make sure it’s the best sex you ever had,” shivers ran down your spine, while one of Raymond’s hands moved down, past your cock to your untouched entrance, which soon won't be untouched anymore.

A gentle, almost ticklish feeling suddenly came from your hole. Your eyes widened as you watched how Raymond lubed his fingers with spit, yet as he lowered his hand back to your hole, you grabbed onto his arm, your short nails slightly digging into his arm, your nervousness palatable. “What–” the rest of your words are unspoken, yet clear. 

The king rubbed his thumb from the hand holding your hip, over your skin in a soothing manner, “Don’t worry, it’s so it won’t hurt or damage you when I push in,” Raymond said. You slowly nodded with more understanding of his actions, yet your hand still held onto him, as he lowered his fingers to your entrance. A sharp inhale from your side, as he pushed past the rim. You felt yourself clenching around the digit, the intrusion feeling alien to you. 

“Relax as best as you can,” it sounded easier than it was, which the other noticed as he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. Successfully distracting you with the most unexpected thing to happen, a kiss. The king kissing a mere servant, you would hang if a word came out. Even though it was letting the alarm ring in your head, it felt so good. Your eyes closed as you leaned in, letting the other guide you.

Small whines left you, as Raymond pushed his finger in further, testing the waters until another digit intruded, your arm was around the king's shoulder, holding onto him, while your other let loose from the grip around the man’s arm. Raymond worked your hole, adding a third finger as he prodded against the mushy walls. The little sounds that spilled from your lips were like a reward, stirring him on.

The pleasure you received was not really helping with the overstimulation you experienced not too long ago, your already hard cock twitched and leaked precum accompanied by breathy moans and tears at the corner of your eyes. As Raymond’s finger pushed knuckle deep inside, prodding against your inner walls as if searching for something, until he pressed into a spot that had your back arching in pleasure and a louder moan slipping from your lips. 

You obviously didn’t notice the way Raymond stared at you, fascinated and aroused. He pushed you over the edge by the small bundle of nerves, Raymond gulped at the things swarming his mind, all of them had you included just bend in different positions. The thought alone had his already hard cock leaking and twitching, but he knew he had to be patient as this was your first time.

A gentle caress on your spread and twitching thighs had you looking at the man, your attention was brought to the erect cock of the king, making you clench around Raymond’s fingers while you licked over your lip nervously. Your head was shrouded in the pleasured aftermath of your last orgasm, but also curiosity lingered inside of you, the curiosity to explore more than you usually had.

You pushed yourself up, holding your torso up while you leaned on your elbows, “What about you, your highness?” your hand pointed to the throbbing cock of said man, who glanced at his own arousal before focusing back on you, “Thoughtful of you, but I can guarantee that we have enough time ahead of us, that you can help me out another time,” his words were spoken in a pleased and teasing way. 

He pulled his digits out of you, you watched as he slowly licked his fingers while keeping eye contact with you. As his pinky left his lips, Raymond walked over to a dresser, yet the word he uttered was making you flush, “Delicious.”

When Raymond walked back over to the bed, he held a bottle with almost completely translucent liquid inside, oil that worked as a lubricant. A shuddering breath left you as Raymond stopped in his original place, his eyebrows slightly raised, “I assume you already know what this is, the question simply is– are you willing to go further?” there was a moment of silence, before you nodded followed by an audible “Yes,” and you meant it. 

The bottle was popped open, and your focus laid on the man in front of you, the way he used the oil on his entire length, before smearing some on and slightly in your hole, before the bottle was closed and disregarded. Raymond slowly kneeled between your legs, lifting them up to wrap around his hips, “Hold onto me if necessary,” were his last words as he gave his cock a few pumps, before he aligned  the cock head at your entrance. Without any more teasing, he pushed in his bulbous tip stretching you further, a slightly pained yet aroused moan left you while a grunt came from Raymond.

His figure leaned over your smaller form, as he held onto your waist with one hand and held himself over your with the other, slowly as he pushed his hips closer to you, whiny moans left your throat and deep grunts and groans left Raymond as his cock went deeper into your tight heat, “Fuck, you’re tight”

In this moment he didn’t want to do anything more than just bottom out inside of you with a swift thrust, but he did enjoy the way your hole clenched repeatedly around his cock, while your face was contoured into one of utmost pleasure and overstimulation, how your blunt nails digged into his shoulders. And when he finally buried his length inside of you, brushing against the same spot that had you seeing stars just a few minutes ago.

Raymond licked his lips, trying to stay focused as your hole clenched tightly around him, and your thighs shaking around his waist. He watched as a small spurt of watery cum came from your tip, dirtying your stomach. You let out barely audible mutters from your mouth, expression already showing how fucked out of pleasure you were, when the two of you barely even start.

The cock that was sheathed snug in your hole, made you feel full, something you never experienced before during sex. It felt so right, hell even perfect. Your eyes found the green ones of Raymond, a small smirk tugged on the other’s lips, “You’re taking it pretty well– you think you can take more?” you only nodded, unable to form words. You only felt how Raymond pulled back, your arms dropping from his warm shoulders, while now both hands held onto your waist.

You felt how his cock pulled almost completely out, only his tip stayed inside before he thrusted his entire length back inside, making your back arch and a loud moan erupting from your throat, as Raymond set a rough pace, groans and grunts leaving him, as he pounded you into the large warm bed. His grip on your thighs was harsh, his nails leaving small crescent marks on your plush skin. 

The sound of skin hitting skin and wet squelching accompanied by grunts and shameless loud moans reverberated around the bedchamber. Never did you feel so good during sex, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching off of the bed and your legs even more of a shaking mess. Drool ran down at the side of your mouth, as you moaned and babbled, “More– fucking– give me more.” Raymond watched hungrily and in delight as you became even more of a mess beneath him, and because of him, so of course he wouldn’t deny your request of giving you more. 

You didn’t know when it happened, maybe after the dry orgasm rippled out of you was were you faded out of consciousness for a few seconds, before hearing the deep voice of Raymond, “Fuck–” a hand was placed on your cheek and as your eyes cleared, you saw the concerned face of the king hovering over you. “Are you alright?” His concern was palatable, stirring warmth in your stomach. A smile hardly formed on your lips, it looked a bit more goofy in Raymond’s eyes yet he was simply glad you seemed to be okay, which you confirmed with a small nod.

“All good,” you mumbled, while pressing the warm palm more against your cheek, your eyes closed as even just for a few hours you wanted to rest in peace even if it was beside the king. 

Raymond witnessed how you fell in a peaceful slumber, after the energy was drained out of you. He didn’t let you sleep in all the dirty sheets and not to talk about your body and the cum flowing out of your hole, as he pushed some strands from your forehead, he bit his lip uncertain on his next move, the lingering desire to follow what felt right. An internal battle was fought, but in the end he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, before he pulled away and started a bath to start your aftercare. He couldn’t help the lingering touches, not even in the freshly cleaned bed, in which the two of you laid. 

Pulling your sleeping form closer, until your back was pressed against his chest. A kiss to your nape, before the king also fell asleep with you in his embrace. Which gave you a surprising shock the next morning, after you groggily woke up, only to find yourself not in your sleeping quarters, but also in the embrace of another.

As the events of the last night came crashing down on you, you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks, it was the best feeling you ever had during sex even if it was rather short lived. Your legs felt numb and your lower half had a small sting as you moved, yet you turned around to look at the sleeping face of Raymond. 

You didn’t know what to do, but any decision you could’ve made was taken from you as the man stirred, before he opened his eyes to look at you. There was a short moment of silence, as you didn’t know what to say, before you mumbled a quick “Good morning,” which he returned. But when you thought he would push you away, the opposite happened instead, he pulled you closer. 

“How about– you become more than a servant?” Raymond asked you, making you frown, “Like.. a bed warmer?” you asked confused which enlightened an amused scoff from the king, “No– more than that,” he whispered.

This was the moment your relationship with the king started, days, weeks even months passed since that day. You found yourself a lot more in the presence of the other man, in his embrace. Until one day servants rushed around nervously, like they were walking on thin ice. You were confused until the shrill screams of none other than Alesia reverberated through the castle hallways. 

You stood by a window on the first floor, as you watched how the former queen was kicked out of the castle. You heard from Raymond that the divorce papers were already signed a long while ago, yet they kept the facade of a marriage to not cause any uproar in the kingdom. A warm presence accompanied you by the window, as you glanced over you saw that it was Raymond, who placed a hand on your lower back, simply watching how his ex-wife made a scene with guards and servants around, with a certain cold dismissiveness as he watched everything unfold. 

The furious eyes of Alesia wandered until they found not only you, but also Raymond by your side. She only glared, before swiftly turning around and entering the carriage, a few feet behind her, a servant you’ve seen a few times around while you worked, entering the carriage after her and closing the door. Your eyebrows furrowed at what happened, your focus quickly on the man beside you, “Why are you sending one of your servants off with her?” you were curious, as you glanced at the carriage that was pulled away from the entrance.

“Well you weren’t the first and definitely not the last man to warm her bed, so why not send her most recent plaything off with her,” Raymond said casually, as his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. “Why didn’t you send her off with one of the others or me..?” you were obviously confused as you were not better than the servant. 

A soft melodic chuckle left Raymond, his hand gently rubbing your waist, “You’re not just any plaything– not even a plaything anymore. You’re mine and I had my eyes on you first,” were Raymond’s words as he looked at you with a warmth in his eyes, which made your cheeks flush. As the other started to walk, you quickly fell into his steps, as you walked down the corridor, “So.. about what you said–” you stopped yourself as you looked up at him, Raymond only shook his head lightly while he smiled, “I’ll explain it to you– maybe during breakfast together?”

You nodded a smile tugging at your own lips, “You better,” you threatened lightheartedly, making Raymond place a kiss on the top of your head.

[pipstr]

silly comics that i was too lazy too finish for few months

[malereadermaniac]

Fire Crotch ~ Taiga Akatora x Male Reader

Plotless smut - Fuck bullies! YEAH LETS FUCK BULLIES! Top!Taiga x Bottom!Reader word count: 1.4k (of just smut) Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Pants and moans harmonised with groans and whimpers of pleasure

Your clothes and underwear were ditched in the corner of your room - along with your boyfriend's shorts and jockstrap

With your sweaty back on the bed and your legs on your boyfriend's broad, clothed shoulders, your arms aimlessly move and grab at the pillows

Taiga's positioned above you, his bare knees holding him in place above you as he spams his hips against your ass, slapping noises joining the sounds of your shared moans

The redhead biting his bottom lip sexily as his dick fucks deep into you, your walls tighten around Taiga's cock - making the tan man whimper slightly

Every so often, Taiga would slow his pace down and move his mouth to your exposed neck, marking you as his boy as he slowly pushes his veiny dick in and out of you

With his t-shirt almost drenched in sweat, Taiga's hair matches as his red hairs stick to his forehead, the muscular man moans your name along with millions of compliments as he fucks into you

Even in moments as heated as this, your boyfriend manages to sweep you off of your feet, ensuring to let you know how much he fucking loves you

Your dick twitches from Taiga's thick dickhead drilling against your prostate - the man hissing above you as he bites his lip, the pleasure of your warm, tight walls getting to him

"Ha... Hey, babe... Mind switching positions real quick?" Taiga stutters out, literally about to cum from even 3 more thrusts of his muscular hips

"Haha... sure, handsome~" you say, giggling at your boyfriend's courtesy, bringing your hand up to his face and giving it a squish

The two of you kiss softly for a moment as Taiga ever so slowly pulls his thick cock from your desperate hole

You let the red-head manhandle you into the position he wanted you in - a simple Doggy to finish with some might

With your back arched, your sensitive nipples on your soiled duvet, and your ass up in the air, Taiga fixes his manly hands on your hips

With one smooth thrust of his manly hips, your boyfriend fucks his dick all the way inside of you

Taiga starts hitting it from the back, literally spanking your ass as the waves of immense pleasure take Taiga over - letting out hos meaner, very horny side

A fast pace is set, Taiga fucking you fast and hard, pulling your hips to crash against his as he moans sexily

If only you could see your sex symbol of a boyfriend in that moment...

Taiga's hair was stuck to his forehead, his muscles were all flexing as he pounded into you - a horny, smug grin on his face

His pearly, sharp whites showing as the man had his tongue out, holding it to his top row of teeth in the most confident and sexy way imaginable

As Taiga pounds his hips against your ass, his loose balls dangle beneath his cock, saggy and boiling, storing cum ready to be shot inside of you

His red, thin pubes push softly against your ass, slightly tickling you every millisecond as Taiga grinding his hips into you at light speed

As the two of you got closer and closer to your respective orgasms, both your moans and Taiga's became louder in volume

Your dick was dangling beneath your hips, twitching desperately to shoot out your spunk

With even more might than before, Taiga moves his hands up to your waist, gripping you even tighter as he fucks into you with a new vigour

Your voice starts to break as your moans become wilder, your hands gripping for dear life onto your pillows

Your body starts to twitch erratically as you cum, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your vision fades in and out - your mind devoid of thoughts, only the intense yet very delightful feelings of your orgasm filling your brain up

The vice-like grip of your tight asshole is what then pushed Taiga over the edge - his hips locking within your ass like a perfectly fitting puzzle

The harmony of your moans and your boyfriend's hisses, groans, and sexy moans fall so beautifully on both your ears and his

The scene looks, smells, sounds and feels like a porno - the bed underneath you soiled with your sweat and a lot of your off-white cum

You can feel Taiga's cock pump your hole full of his hot jizz in great detail, your gummy walls so tight that your can feel each vein on your boyfriend's cock

"Ha.... heh heh.... Fuck, babe... you're too damn good" Taiga chuckles, giving your plump cheek another slap as he pulls out of you

"Haaa.... ditto to you~" you mumble, still obviously high off of the vibes and your earth-shattering orgasm

The redhead laughs at your state and gently lowers you to the bed, making sure to avoid the wet patch of your cum

Taiga kisses the nape of your neck and smells your hair, the scent of your sweat amplifying your scent - driving the man crazy

"Y'know I fuckin' love you right, (y/n)?" Taiga whispers, his breath very hot and his voice evidently raspy

"Hmhm~ Yeah, I can't get enough of it~" you chuckle, playfully running your finger up and down your boyfriend's pecs as you flutter your eyes between his muscular chest and his deep red eyes

"I love you more, though... fire-cracker~" you convey the romantic message, unable to stay completely serious and teasing your taller boyfriend in turn

The two of you mindlessly chat, whispering sweet nothings as you kiss and giggle

Taiga runs his fingers through your hair, his eyes wandering tour face with such love and admiration

"Y'know, I really regret... being such a dick to you guys back at camp..." Taiga mumbles, his face darkening slightly as his giddy smile drops, his hand still playing with your hair

"I know, babe. I wouldn't be in bed with you right now if I wasn't certain you weren't a raging cunt anymore" you chuckle, making the redhead laugh along with you - running your finger gently across the man's scar

As the uncomfortable feeling of drying cum and sticky sweat settles in (Taiga still in his sweat drenched top) you sit up with aim to wash up

But sitting on one side of the bed, your boyfriend laying half naked on your bed still daydreaming of you, a thought occurred

You turn your head to Taiga - "Ready to go again, fire-crotch?~"

A smug smile on your face, calling your boyfriend the one name you know gets on his nerves (but secretly turns him on like hell)

And once those words leave your mouth, the muscular man is already sitting up on his knees and removing his sweaty t-shirt with one, tan hand

Within seconds, Taiga had sat up against the bedframe, pulling you onto his lap - his hands comfortable on your hips as the redhead looks up lovingly into your eyes

The two of you make out for a few minutes, desperate for each other once more as your dicks harden back up very quickly

With your hands resting on your boyfriend's chest, you continue to kiss Taiga passionately - his warm tongue toying with yours in a sort of dance

Eventually, Taiga makes his way down your neck and to your perky nipples, his mouth fully covering your buds as he bites and licks and sucks in them

You whimper from the feelings, one arm moving around Taiga's neck, your head falling onto his strong shoulder

Quietly moaning against his neck as the redhead teases your nipples, you decide to try and fight back - gently nibbling at Taiga's neck

Both of you start moaning gently against the others skin, your mouth creating soft pink and purple marks of your boyfriend's tan skin

As Taiga moves his face away from your body to relish his work, he chuckles at the perfectly circular bite marks around your nipples

You also take a look at your work, the possessive marks on your boyfriend's neck turning you on even more

It was a late night for the both of you, but man did you two sleep so damn good after fucking like literal bunnies

[onlyyvette]

idk why but i just needed to get this off my chest :p

warnings: a little bit of corruption + dom reader + handjobs

Personally, I absolutely love the idea of having a "straight" guy as one of your favorite bros. The two of you have such a good relationship, always meeting up at the gym with each other, bringing an extra water bottle for the other, hanging out at each other's home, great stuff. Until he brings up the idea of blowing off some steam by jerking each other off. Like bros though, of course.

And like a good friend, you agree because that's what bros do! Totally not because of his perfectly sculpted arms, that big and bouncy chest, and thighs that would absolutely crush you between them. Of course not.

Little do you know, your bro has been struggling with a little crush on you. By crush, he means that he needs you to fuck him so hard he breaks. He always thought he was straight, never even gave it much thought besides the guys he would see once in a while that he would find hot if he were a girl. That was until the moment he saw you half-naked in the showers, his eyes nearly glued to you unclothed dick. He couldn't help but feel a throb himself while he ogled your form.

Of course he was still straight! It was only normal that a male would want to size up another male, just guys being guys. And it's pretty normal for guys to jerk off together, right?

Maybe he was wrong.

He can barely keep up with your precum slicked hand moving up and down your cocks, he's too busy whimpering and fucking up into your fist. He's letting out whines of Bro, slow down and Too much, if only he could hear himself, how pathetic he sounds nearly losing his mind just from getting jerked off by another man, his bro.

He's so damn sexy like this, his brows scrunched up as he holds back his tears. Beads of sweat roll down his flushed and panting face. You might pull on his dick a little too hard, but he's so cute you can't help yourself. His eeks of pleasure only worsens(betters) his situation.

By the time he's already shot his load, another one upcoming, you finally release. As his mind tries its best to unscramble itself, he can't help but want to do something like this again, or even go further. You may call him gay for it, but you have to understand, right? It's just bros helping out bros.

[dlj60]

To all monster boyfriend reader insert writers, let’s start getting some more male reader inserts out there. Can’t always be a female protagonist getting some monster dick.

I’d write a couple myself but I am a terribly, shitty writer and storyteller. I’d prefer to leave it up to those of you who are better at it and know what they’re doing.

I’m not saying there's anything wrong with female reader inserts. It's just that there are PLENTY of those and not NEARLY enough for male readers. Especially us gay guys.

I hope saying this doesn't upset or annoy anyone. I just decided to voice my opinion in the hopes that more would start popping up.

Also if you happen to know any tumblrs with good, well-written male reader inserts, I’d love to be told so I can check them out.

[lufyuu]

,, Love Quest ''

Background character male reader x Protagonist oc

Part 1 Part 2

Tw/s: dub-con at the start, dacryphilia, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds.

In a world where everyone's assigned a role they have to be, you were one of the many unlucky yet common ones to get the role of a background character. One who couldn't even interact with the protagonist if you wanted. The way it works is through the system. There is a system that essentially controls the world. This system can create scenarios, assign roles, etc. This whole world was built by it. Everyone has to obey it, excluding the protagonist themself, that is. Some even say it's possible for the protagonist to control the system itself but, that's just a rumour.

Of course, the role with the most power is the protagonist. Anyone would dream to have that power. To be the protagonist and have everyone fawn for you, throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your every step. Not only that, his love interest is the best of the best, the prettiest girl you'd ever be able to lay your eyes on, the one you'd never be able to get with if you weren't the protagonist. Just like any other previous protagonist in this world, the current one is an extrovert, River Sterling. He's a perfect guy in every way. He's very well known due to being the protagonist, but also, he is very talented. It's as if there is nothing he can't do. He's even the top 1 on campus. Very rarely is he seen getting anything under an A+. Despite everyone constantly praising him and falling at his feet, he remained humble.

Just like any other day, you enter the building with books in your hands. You had to return these to the professor after borrowing them for a day. No matter how much you studied, you always remained top 2, and because of that, you were annoyed by River. Of course, it's not his fault that he's the protagonist, but you couldn't help but still feel negatively towards him. Going up the many many stairs, you overhear a girl yelling, maybe at a guy? You're not sure what kind of situation it is, but you guess it is a fight between a couple. "You never even spend time with me! Am I not enough!? Destiny binded us together, and yet here you are, doing nothing to please me, your girlfriend!", it sounded like Aria, the protagonist's main love interest. "Aria, well how would I be able to spend time with you when I feel nothing towards you", River says with a nonchalant tone, shocking you a bit, you've never heard him using that tone before. You stop in your tracks, right in front of the door, where you can hear Aria yelling at him. "Y-you...what!?", you can hear Aria say in disbelief. "H-how is that even possible! I'm who you're supposed to be with, I complete you, I'm your other half!", even without being able to see her, you can tell she's tearing up, probably with a red face. Though despite her crying, you don't hear River comforting her. Which is again, very out of character for him.

Next thing you know, you hear a very loud slap accompanied by running sound towards the door. Before you could even react, the door swings white open, a blonde haired girl running out of the room, knocking you down in the process. You stare at the direction she runs to. "Who are you, why did you eavesdrop", you turn back to River, looking down at you, glaring, even. His once gentle eyes seem to be clouded. You don't even recognize him. "[N-Name]", you gulp, you felt as if the man in front of you was going to eat you whole if you said the wrong thing. "[Name]..? I've heard of you, the top 2, right?", he asks in an almost curious but borderline mocking tone. You remain seated on the floor, books scattered everywhere. "Are you not going to explain yourself?", he raises an eyebrow, walking towards you. Taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of there, you quickly grab the books and try to run off, only to have your shirt grabbed by the tall guy.

"Running off are we?", he looks at you with a questiong expression, why would you avoid him, he wont eat you, will he? With the clock ticking, both of you know that soon, this hall will be packed with students, fortunate for you, unfortunate for him. He doesn't want you to go before he can pry some information out of you.

Thinking of a plan, he quickly drags you to the room, shutting the door behind him so you won't be able to run out without him stopping you mid-way. With his hands crossed, he asks you once more, "Why were you eavesdropping?", his tone even more demanding. "I was on my way to the professor's office, I just overheard some things. Can I go now?", you give a quick explanation, wanting to get out of this situation as quick as possible. Though, he wouldn't allow it. "How much did you hear?", "not much, please let me go now," you walk towards the door, turning the door handle only to see it's locked. It shouldn't be. The door can only be locked from the inside, and by the looks of things, River didn't have time to lock the door.

[System: Love Quest]

In order to proceed, please engange in intercourse.

And just as the system suddenly appeared in their face, a percentage bar appeared in the corner of the room and it stood tall, at 0%. With one look, the both of you knew what it wanted. "What the fuck!?", you yell, looking at the window and then at the protagonist who clearly isn't phased. He only sighs, rolling his eyes, as if he was annoyed by this notification. "This shit again", he whispers, loud enough for you to overhear on accident. He's gone through this before..? is what you were thinking. You've almost never gotten a window from the system, let alone one with any sexual themes. If River wasn't shocked, that means it's probably a common occurrence for him.

The two of you stare at one another for an uncomfortable period of time. As if time stopped for a moment. "This is getting real annoying", he says, sighing and stepping towards you. You back away until your back is pressed on the door making you unable to escape as he grabs your chin, lifting it up and looking at you. "You'll make do", he says before pressing his lips onto yours. Out of shock, you try to push him off, wanting to yell at him. How could he, a protagonist, be kissing someone like you? You're what others would perceive as not worthy of being in his presence let alone be kissing him. Yet here you are, getting your mouth explored by the man himself. Your eyes were opened from shock but you closed it after a few seconds, wanting to savour this moment. His hand made its way to your cheek. He was very gentle with both his hand and lips, making you lean into his touch. Before long, you felt as if you were running out of breath, how long can he even kiss you for!? Fortunately for you, he let go of the kiss, panting and trying to catch his breath after that incredible make out session. "We're not done yet", he says, pointing out the elephant in the room which is the percentage bar which still stands tall at 0%, no progress has been made, making the room inaccessible from the outside. The doors being magically locked also kept anyone from getting out before the goal was met. You knew you had no other choice but to do this in order to get out, as much as you were annoyed by the guy as a student, you couldn't deny his charm, the way his eyes looked into yours, the way his grazed his thumb over your lips. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for him? Anyone would die to be you at this very moment.

Without any hesitation, you managed to gather the courage to pull him into another kiss, you could feel him smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated. Moving his hands to your hips, trailling down to your clothed butt. Gropping and fondling it before he eventually unzips your pants, letting them slide down to your ankles. Leaving your bottoms almost bare if not for your briefs covering your private part. "Ahm...agh", the both of you moaned into the intense kiss before letting go. "You're a good kisser", you comment, gasping for air once more. He smirks, "of course, I'm not the protagonist for nothing", he chuckles a bit. You felt hands slipping into your briefs, making its way to your ass, gripping it even more now. He really seems to be enjoying gropping you. You felt his fingers move closer and closer to your hole before he inserts a finger into you, causing you to grip his arms in shock. "A-agh..!", you let out a surprised moan, his finger wiggling around, trying to get your hole to relax a bit, "you're so tense, [Name], loosen up a little", his inserted another finger, making you unable to keep your composure no matter how much you try to.

You feel his fingers thrusting into you, as if trying to get you to cum from his fingers alone. His long and slender fingers were quite deep in you. It wasn't long before he added another finger. And now that three fingers are going in and out of your hole, you feel as if you're aboit to reach your climax. You close your eyes, moaning loudly. He took notice to this and immediately stopped his fingers as if knowing you were about to cum. You're now puzzled by his actions, why did he stop? "I don't want you cumming from just my fingers, that wouldn't be fun now would it?", you then hear the sound of pants unzipping, realizing it was from him. He pulled his hard cock out of his briefs. You stared at it for a while before he snapped you back to reality, "eyes up here, angel", he teased, giving you a pet name while he was at it. "What? Have you never seen a cock this big?", you definitely haven't. It wasn't just long, just looking at the girth of it made you shiver a bit, how will that even fit. It was befitting of a protagonist, he's perfect in every way, even in his physical attributes. "Enough staring, angel", he says as he suddenly picks your legs up. You instinctively put your arms around him tightly so you don't end up falling, "hey!", you yell, this wasn't a pleasant surprise, you could've fallen, "relax, you're quite light", he is very strong afterall, he's joined almost every single sport available at this point.

You decide to put your trust in him, he's able to hold you up for over a minute now, there's no way he'll suddenly drop you, that'd ruin the moment on top of you getting hurt. After the shock wore off, you notice something poking at your hole, "hm..?", you let out a hum of confusion, turning your head down only to see his cock at your entrance, wanting to be inside you. "Are you ready to be filled up like you've never had before?", the now cocky-like protagonist asks with a slight chuckle at the end. You nod and immediately feel his cock thrust up inside of you, almost halfway in already. He grunts at how tight you are despite him having prepared your sweet little hole for his cock beforehand. Trying his best to get his cock all the way into your hole as you moan out in pain and pleasure, "relax why don't you?", he gives a teasing smile. Leaning in for a kiss, he manages to get you to relax and without another word, thrusts the rest of his cock into you, shocking you once more. You accidentally bite his lip in the process, drawing a bit of blood. "Agh!", he pulls back, tapping his finger on his lip and seeing that blood is coming out of the wound. He focuses on you once more, as if signifying he's about to move. You give a slight nod and he starts to thrust in and out of you, slowly and sensually at first. "You're really warm inside", he comments while thrusting into you, looking into your eyes as you manage to keep them open.

After a while of the sensual and slow fucking, he gets tired of it, wanting to thrust into you quicker. And so, he does as he wants. Thrusting into you quicker this time, rougher. You close your eyes and tighten the grip on his upper back, scratching his skin through his shirt. Your moans are no longer considered quiet, you're full on moaning your head out. That was before you realized the bell had rung, students were on their way to class and they'd pass by this specific room. You bite your lip in order to muffle out the moans, keeping it somewhat quiet in order to not get caught. River on the other hand, didn't like this one bit. He wants to hear your delicious and sweet moans, you should let them out for him to hear. "Stop biting your lip, angel, let me hear you", something in his voice made you want to obey his words, and for some reason, you find yourself no longer biting your lip, now you're just letting it all out, moaning and crying out for him.

The faster he went, the more you felt like you were about to reach your climax. He also seemed to be close. The both of you sweating, moaning, grunting. "I'm, agh, gonna cum...!", he says as he shoots his load all in you, coating your inner walls with his seed, some even dripping out. At that moment, you also came, releasing your juice all over your stomach. With the two of you now panting and gasping for air, River carries you to a nearby table, letting the two of you rest for a while. Just then, the door swings wide open, "Who the fuck was making all that noise!?", a teacher yells into the room, seemingly staring straight at them. The teacher looks around in confusion, "huh...I was so sure there was someone here...", He then turns his heels and walks back out, closing the doors on his way. You who were covering your face due to this, looked in the direction the teacher was in confusion, "did..he not see us..?", you ask River, to which he replies, "the system did that, probably", as if the system heard the man, it dings and the both of you turn your heads towards the bar of percentage now sitting at a solid 30%, "huh? 30%?", you say out loud in even more confusion, "it wants us to have sex and get it up to 100%", River says without missing a beat, "ready for round two?"

———

"Agh..! To..oo big, ahghh...", you try to say in-between moans, overstimulated by his cock and the way he bites your nipples. "You're taking me so well", at least he's enjoying it, a lot. You even wonder if he has an infinite stamina, but of course your thoughts were drowned by the time he came in you for the third time. How many rounds has it even been? The bar has been stuck at 99% for so long, when will this end..You're so overstimulated at this point, River's cock has been relentlessly fucking you dumb. You can't even think anymore, nor can you let out any coherent words. It's been at least a couple of hours since the both of you started this, why hasn't it ended. Your cheeks are wet, wet from the tears which had been and are still rolling down your face. He loves witnessing your debauchery. Your clothes have been discarded to the side by now, you don't know where but they're on the floor somewhere. His thrusts get faster and faster, you didn't even know he could go this fast but here he is, fucking you with inhuman speed. "C'mon..ah..come with me, my angel...agh", he moans and grunts while saying this. Then his thrusts stop and you feel even more liquid filling your already over-filled hole, making it impossible to be kept inside and most of it dripping out your hole and onto the floor which has a pool of both yours and his cum. At that very moment, you feel your whole body give out as your vision blurs until you eventually black out.

———

What happened in the room stayed in the room. Your life went on as usual, the normal schedule. Though, one thing has definitely changed. That is the fact that you are now dating the protagonist despite still having the role of a 'background character' . Everyone was shocked but learned to accept it. Who are they to defy the protagonist's wishes? One person in particular wasn't happy about this. None other than his ex, Aria. Everyone saw that coming from a mile away, though, so nobody paid her any mind. After that, River took any and every class you took. Science? You'd see him sit there with an empty seat next to him, looking up at you and asking with a big smile, "come! Sit here, angel!", while patting the seat next to him to signal for you to sit. PE? He'd always get you into his team no matter what. No matter how bad the other team wanted you on theirs, they'd never have you as you now belong to River. Being in the same class as you had its advantages. That is, being able to fuck you in class without anyone noticing. To be frank, the both of you found it out on accident. It was during class when the both of you got a new love quest. You thought of leaving the class to finish but the system didn't let you. It wanted the both of you to do it at that very moment. When he took the initiative and pulled your shirt up to bite your nipples, not a single student nor the teacher had any reaction, it was as if the both of you were protected by an invisible bubble that allowed the quest to take place. That, combined with the fact the teacher couldn't see the both of you the first time, confirmed your suspicions that they were indeed unable to see you.

From that day forward, the two of you almost always got a love quest every single day of school. The session would last at least 2 hours, leaving both of you a hot sweaty mess once it was over and done with. You'd always be embarrassed and extra tight during these. The way you felt eyes on you, it was as if they could see you, but in reality, they really can't. You'd tighten up at the thought of them watching you, making River grunt even more due to your tightness. He'd smirk and ram even harder into you once this happens. "Naughty boy, you get off to the thought of people watching, huh?", he'd always tease you. These love quests would be random, though. Despite it happening every day, the two of you could never predict when it'd occur. It could be very early in the morning, in class, or even during an activity. It was always random, so why would you always see River getting hard even before the love quest appear...? It's probably nothing. You're just paranoid.

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Apologies for the wait. My schedule's been real hectic lately. This is not proofread, so please excuse the probably many mistakes/typos!

I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any questions/reqs, please do send them my way!<3

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Peter's New Obsession

🕷Pairing(s)🕷→ Peter Parker x male reader ⚠CW⚠→ throat-fucking, public blowjob, exhibitionist, constant blowjobs, ass rimming, Peter has an 8-inch cock, and Peter just loves getting head to the point that’s all he wants. 🕷Requested🕷→Yes 🕷Rating🕷→ Explicit

🕷Word Count🕷→ 738

🕷Summary🕷→Blowjobs are all he has wanted since you gave him head. He doesn’t care if it's in public, he wants it. Blowjobs are Peter’s new obsession.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Blowjobs are Peter’s new obsession. 

Ever since you gave him a blowjob during your dates, he’s been obsessed. Your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock, tightening around his cock. He likes grabbing your hair and proceeding to throat-fuck you, eyes rolling back before he cums down your throat.

After that day, he often asks for a quickie. It does not matter if it's in his room, in public, or at another friend's house; he wants it. 

That’s how it leads to the situation you’re in. 

xxx

Both of you were currently inside a bathroom stall, Peter is sitting on the toilet seat with you on your knees, eagerly pulling down the man’s pants and underwear. The sight of Peter’s cock never fails to amaze you. It was massive, around 8’ inches, with the perfect amount of thickness, and heavy balls filled with delicious cum. 

It was already throbbing and oozing with precum– this always happens whenever you two engage in exhibitionism. A thrill rushes through your veins at the feeling of giving head in public and getting caught.

If someone walks into the bathroom and sees more than one set of legs inside the stall, and hears the sound of slobbering, gagging, and moans coming from the stall, they’ll know exactly what was going on.

Peter moans softly as your hot breath breezes against his throbbing cock. His chest is heaving as he looks down at you, seeing your signature grin and smiling up at him as you stroke his cock. His eyes roll back as your thumb stirs around his cockhead, gathering the beads of precum and lathering his cock.

Your thoughts were clouded by the overwhelming scent of Peter’s cock musk. It was a pleasant smell mixed with a manly musk. You pressed your face to the source of Peter’s scent and began flicking his balls with your tongue; the man’s sack felt heavy in your mouth.

Peter groans as he feels his balls being licked and sucked on. His breathing became heavier as he felt your tongue moving down; he just couldn’t hold back. His moans echoed through the bathroom as your tongue licked around his hole. Your hands stroke Peter’s cock faster, feeling the large piece of meat throbbing in your hands. You gave one last lick before pulling back, giving Peter that knowing look. Peter knows what’s gonna happen next.

You started sucking the precum straight from the tip, as Peter buried his hand into your hair. Your tongue rolled around, lapping at the undersides of Peter’s cock. After lathering the man’s cock with your slobber, you began taking Peter’s cock into your mouth.

Peter groans as you take him down to his base. His breathing hitches as the warmth of your mouth surrounds his large appendage. You pull down your pants and underwear, your aching cock leaking precum as you start stroking it while sucking Peter.

Tears begin forming around your eyes as Peter starts thrusting slowly into your mouth. Peter looks down to see your teary face causing him to groan softly. You could feel his balls tightening, breathing getting heavier before he gripped your head and pushed your head down to his pubic hair.

Your moans were muffled as jets of cum squirted into your mouth and down your throat. Peter was moaning wildly as more of his thick cum gushed out. At the same time, your cock painted the bathroom with cum.

You pull back after almost suffocating from the amount of cum down your throat, grinning devilishly at Peter, licking any remaining cum off his cock and around your lips.

It was then you both heard a knock on the stall door.

THE END

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[lxnarphase]

fratboy!satoru who always listens to his other frat brothers talk about their pregnancy scares with the girls they've been with, the amount of times a condom slipped off or ripped, the times they nearly forgot to pull out, and the times a late period almost gave them heart attacks

but he has nothing to contribute.

he sits with a smug smirk on his face, chewing on the toothpick hanging between his teeth. oh, if only they knew.

"satoru doesn't even have pregnancy scares, he's just that good."

"lucky bastard, i lost count of how many times me and my girlfriend had to get a plan-b."

"what's your secret, satoru?!"

he doesn't have to worry about that, and probably never will, not when he has his darling of a boyfriend who takes every inch of his cock like a champ, crying at the mere mention of pulling out before he spills inside of you. just thinking about it as him shifting, spreading his legs a bit more to keep his hardening cock from being too obvious.

he shrugs, looking up at the ceiling as he bounces his leg. "huh. i dunno, guess i'm just that good. maybe next time I'll fuck 'em like i'm trying to put a baby in them, maybe that'll change it," he says with a stupid grin.