#i have had my dick sucked once ONCE and that was before I started T too like this is a crime 😭 (i say as im too scared to fuck irl anyway)

[brokenpubby]

Want another subby puppyboy to smoke with and rub against. Wanna rub tdicks so bad 😣 and then suck each other off 🤤

{ Minors & TERFs DNI }

[k-hotchoisan]

active recovery

<yunho x fem!reader>

sore thighs suck after leg day. thank god Yunho is there to offer his help to ease the soreness 🤍

genre/warnings: pwp, smut, contributing to the big cock!yunho agenda, leg day aftermath (soreness), it starts from an attempted massage and… yeah, size kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation, mating press position, breeding, fingering

a/n: haven’t written Yunho in a hot minute + my attempt of distracting myself from my leg soreness from leg day 😒

wc: 1.8K / apply for taglist here 🤍

You wake up and you feel like lightning struck your legs, especially your inner thighs. You groan, feeling the soreness shoot up your muscles every time you move.

And to think you didn’t do enough squats the previous day. Your legs tremble slightly too even though you try to minimise any movement to the best of your ability.

Your hand combs through your messy bed in search of your phone. You find it and immediately scroll to your chats, tapping on the first one with Yunho’s name on it. 

[you]: I’m tapping out on gym today. My legs are fuckin toast. 

[yuyu🐶]: sounds like a skill issue. 

[yuyu🐶]: I’m joking please don’t block me. 

[yuyu🐶]: I’m coming over with food and some help ok?

You manage to muster the strength to leave your bed to wash up at least, forcing yourself to get used to the electricity running through your legs. 

The doorbell rings shortly and despite the jerks your legs were giving you on the way there, you manage to reach to the door to invite Yunho in, who has his hands busy with food like he promised. 

He sets up the table and he ensures you’ve eaten well before the both of you go to your bedroom to hear what he’s suggesting. 

“Which part of your leg is sore?” He asks, kneeling before you, giving your legs soft squeezes. You flinch and squeal when his fingers press against your thighs. Guess he’s got his answer. 

“Lie down for me. I’ll stretch you out”, Yunho instructs, and you do. 

Yunho starts with a slow massage, kneading against your sore muscles, ignoring your soft whimpers when his fingers press against a sore spot. It’s kind of working, but you still feel the sensitivity bursting through your nerves, and it makes you involuntarily twitch against Yunho’s touches. 

You groan when Yunho applies pressure on your thighs. He pushes your legs towards you, and he leans in. You try to ignore the suggestive position of Yunho’s crotch just pressing against yours while he’s stretching out your thigh, focusing on hoping to relieve any ounce of soreness at least.

Unfortunately, your soft groans aren’t helping with the situation. Try as Yunho might, ignoring you only seems to have your moans go straight to his dick. 

“Y/n, as much as I adore your voice, I’d appreciate it if you kept it to a minimum. It’s distracting.”

“I can’t help it if I’m this sensitive”, you pout, not realising you ticked something in him. “And also your reactions are cute with your ears all red like that.” 

Yunho narrows his eyes, ignoring your words , and instead focusing on trying to finish your massage. When he’s done with one side, he switches to the other, doing the same action of folding your legs against your chest, his thighs getting dangerously close to your pussy once more. Your thoughts are starting to float to a less pure space.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You and Yunho are just simply gym buddies—well, gym buddies who have some sort of funny tension going on recently. And now that he’s just this physically close to you—touching, pressing, stretching you, you can’t seem to get your mind out of the gutter.

It wasn’t until Yunho’s palm spread over your thighs once more, massaging against your thick flesh that you let out another sudden moan at the pressure, that Yunho seems to hit his limit. It’s enough that he’s holding back considering that his hands are getting dangerously close up further your thighs, the way he had himself pressed against you at a rather interesting position, but you, moaning at every touch he’s applying onto you? He can only hold back so much.

“Sorry Yun. It’s just… it feels so good when you do it like that.”

Then, Yunho has you under him, he towers over you on your bed. 

“They say active recovery is good for soreness. Lucky for you, I know a pretty good form of active recovery. Your thighs are gonna be doing a lot more stretching though.”

You swallow hard, wondering if you should take on what he’s trying to allude. Seems like you pressed a little too much of his buttons. Oops. Not that you wanted to complain though.

In the most twisted ways, you always wondered how Yunho would compare—his build wasn’t large, but he’s still big. His hands are big—and he makes carrying dumbbells look like toys. You always wondered where else would be big.

And now, you’re about to find out.

“Now, keep your legs open like this for me”, he instructs. Your bottoms are peeled off you in seconds, and you have your legs spread open. Yunho’s fingers pry your lips open to get his pretty fingers wet enough, then he trails down your wet cunt, circling your clit slowly.  

“You gotta relax for me, baby”, he coaxes you in a tone that’s sending you butterflies in your stomach. “If you can’t take my fingers, my cock is gonna snap in you, y’know?”

That’s all the warning he gives before his slender fingers plunge into your wet heat, and your brain completely melts at the feeling. 

“Good girl”, he comforts. His other hand is gently rubbing and massaging against your thigh once more, ramping up the sensitivity before he trails down to accompany his other hand, fully rubbing circles on your clit. 

Your back is arched from how much Yunho is pressing against your g-spot on top of stimulating your clit. It’s making your toes curl and your mind go blank. 

“Gonna cum Yun,” you mutter through heavy breaths. Yunho is kissing up your neck to your jaw before his lips are on yours, the movements of his fingers encouraging you to release all over them.

“Cum for me, baby. It’ll feel so good, I promise”,  Yunho whispers into your ear, snapping the knot in your stomach. 

He eats up your moans with his kisses, taking advantage of your mouth when your orgasm rakes through your whole body leaves your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging open. 

Yunho’s cock is soaked and hard underneath his shorts—it’s throbbing and pushing against the fabric of his apparel. So when you’re getting off your high, he has his pants off quickly too. His cock is thick and heavy, covered in precum, looking like the perfect thing to fill you up with.

His wet cock rests on your equally wet cunt, and Yunho strokes himself against your drenched folds, making sure his tip brushes against your clit every time. 

“Yunho, please”, you mutter, your pussy fluttering against nothing, aching for Yunho to just fuck you. 

“Not too sore to take my dick right?” Yunho teases, his gaze darting between your desperate eyes and the way cream from your pussy is decorating his big cock. 

“I’m gonna be stretching you in more ways than one, babe. Be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?”, he smiles. 

For some strange reason, you don’t feel the soreness in your inner thighs, or maybe you’re just so horny that it’s not the soreness that’s your main concern now. 

You bite your lip, then your mind completely coming undone when you feel Yunho push his cockhead into your pussy, stretching your hole open as he accommodates his thick cock in you. 

“Fuck. Look at your tight pussy trying to fit all of me in. I should fill you in for size training after our next sessions. Extra stretching sessions shouldn’t be much of a problem, right baby?” 

Maybe you should take up on that offer. 

The thought of Yunho fitting his fat cock to stretch you open just so your tight pussy can mold to his cock size after your gym sessions sounded way too fucking tempting, especially in your current predicament. You’re imagining the way he would coax your pussy to take more inches of him, and the thought of doing it right after your training sessions—being pumped full of endorphins and just Yunho’s fat cock—your pussy is just dripping and taking more of his cock by the second. Way too fucking enticing.

“Mm. That’s it, baby. Fit me in like this, yeah?” Yunho sighs when his cock finally bottoms out in you, your walls hugging him like a glove. 

You gasp at the fullness. His cockhead is pressing against your g-spot but you feel it in your fucking throat, and any small twitches his cock is making in you is a contender to make you cum any second. 

Your fingers grab onto his tensed biceps to give yourself some leverage, and Yunho is kind enough to wait for you to adjust, or maybe because he feels like he’s about to cum any second from the way your pussy is just squeezing him. 

“Jeong Yunho”, you pant, trying to catch your breath. “You’re so fucking big. Fuck. Oh my fucking god, I feel so full.”

He chuckles, rubbing slow circles from your inner thighs and clit. “All the more we should train for that.”

Yunho and his fat cock are gonna be the death of you. You didn’t even need leg day to do it for you. 

“God, Yunho, just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” 

Your head is thrown back the moment his cock pulls out of you and thrusts back into you. You’re not gonna survive this, you swear. 

The moans slipping out of you grow louder and more lewd, and Yunho is gradually losing the ability to hold back when he hears his name in your high-pitched symphony paired with the way your pussy is just creaming all over him. He watches the way his cock pushes a bulge whenever he slides into you and it’s taking him everything to not to just rearrange your guts.

The pressure soon wears off, only pleasure flooding through your veins when Yunho fucks the daylights out of you. And now you’re growing greedy. 

So is Yunho. 

“You’re driving me crazy, baby”, Yunho is growing breathless whenever he feels your cunt sucking him in. “Keep doing that and I’ll guarantee you’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan, Yuyu. Then you can come over to take responsibility, right?”

Yunho groans. God he fucking loves it when you’re like this for him. 

So he responds by grabbing you by your thighs and lifting your hips slightly to make sure his cock fills you up all the way. His eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, mouth slightly open as he listens to your voice climbing up in pitch at every thrust he gives you. 

“So good. Ah fuck. You’re so fucking thick”, you cry through your fucked out delirium. 

Yunho bites his lip, his thrusts growing more desperate and erratic with his cock just twitching for his release. 

He settles your legs down, only to fold them so that your knees are almost pressing against your chest, making sure you fucking see stars while his cock fills you up over and over in that position, hitting your g-spot so fucking easily. You’re choking on your moans at this point, your orgasm just being dangled over your head. 

“Fuck, right there! Gonna cum, Yunho. Oh god, that’s it”, you sob, your orgasm hitting you through shots of dopamine filling up your brain and flooding all over your cunt, pulsing against Yunho’s dick. 

Yunho has his eyes rolled back when you’re squeezing uncontrollably against him, deciding to fuck you through your orgasm, listening to your cries like it’s his favourite sound for the rest of the day. 

“Shit, I don’t think I could ever get enough of this pussy”, he mutters through pants. “So fucking perfect to cum in.”

Yunho squeezes your legs as he stills in you, making sure every drop of his thick cum is filling your pussy to the brim. 

He jerks slightly before pulling out, still holding your legs open for him to watch his cum seep out of your pussy and onto the towel below. You squeal when you feel his long fingers push his cum back into your pussy. Yunho is never telling you, but it’s his silent way of putting his mark on you. 

He soothes your thighs a little more even though he’s still finger fucking his cum back into you while kissing and biting the soft flesh of your thighs. ignoring your cries of overstimulation, before he closes your legs to lie them down. 

“See, this is a form of active recovery too”, Yunho says matter-of-factly, looking up at you with a pretty deceptive smile with his head on your lap. You narrow your eyes, grabbing him by his scalp. 

“I’m gonna blow your phone up tomorrow if I can’t feel my legs, Jeong Yunho.” 

Yunho continues to smile, his fingers easily removing yours from his head. 

“I guess that’s a yes to the extra training sessions then?” 

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[bleach-your-panties]

JJK Men: When You're Sleepy, But They're Horny🍒🎀

(a/n: i usually suck ass at headcanons but let's give this a whirl. characters aged 18+. nsfw mdni, sexual content. fem reader)

(characters: yuuji, megumi, nanami, toge, gojo)

dividers: glitter-graphics, @/cafekitsune

♥︎

Yuuji:

It's 9pm and you had just returned from a solo mission, finished your shower, hair routine, and climbed into bed. You hear the soft click of your room door opening and you know that it has to be none other than your boyfriend, Yuuji.

"Babe, are you still awake?" His soft voice whispers right beside your ear before he presses a kiss to the side of your head. You groan out something unintelligible and Yuuji's heart sinks a bit.

He's really hard and he was hoping that you might feel like 'playing' a little, but he also knows that you're probably really tired.

"I can feel you pouting, Yuu. Put it in my hand."

You stretch your palm out from under your covers and Yuuji is quickly shoving his pants down to free his hard dick.

"T-thank you, so much, cutie. Fuck, I love you!" He whimpers/whispers as you stroke him with your nice, warm fingers running all along his shaft.

He's so pent-up that it only takes a few rough tugs before he's spilling his seed into your hand.

"Promise to fuck you good when you wake up, baby. You're so good to me."

You were already snoring before he cleaned your hand off and left your room silently.

♥︎

Megumi:

You're curled up in bed with Megumi spooning while the two of you watch anime. You've finished nearly half the season in the last couple hours that you've been watching and now your eyes are drooping.

Megumi is still watching the TV but his eyes flit down to where your ass is pressed against his crotch. The sleep shorts you're wearing give him a perfect view of your thighs.

Being a semi-grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer, you have keen awareness and heightened senses, so you automatically feel Megumi's stone cold blue eyes boring into your back.

"What is it, Megara?" You yawn out, turning slightly to look at him over your shoulder. He rolls said eyes.

"Told you to stop calling me that."

He answers your question by rutting his hips forward and rubbing his hard-on against your ass.

"I'm tired, Megs. Here." You turn over halfway on to your stomach, fully presenting your ass to him and his eyes widen at the gap made by your thighs.

He sinks his dick into the makeshift hole and fucks it slowly, edging himself, until he feels his balls tighten and he's cumming into the opening.

A warm blush covers his cheeks but he dutifully grabs some wipes and cleans you off before kissing your head and pulling you into his chest.

♥︎

Nanami:

Kento is working another late shift and you just can't stay up waiting for him any longer.

You're quickly falling asleep in the armchair when the front door knob twists and he steps inside.

"Angel, are you asleep in the chair?"

"Mmm...Kento is that you?" You drawl with your head resting against the cushion. He chuckles at your cuteness.

"Yes, it's me, darling. Come on, let's get you to bed.

"Okay."

Once he's laid you on the bed, he can't help but begin to caress your smooth legs up to your thighs hidden beneath your nightgown.

His dick begins to strain against his dress pants but he looks up at your blissful face and dares not to ask you if you want to make love.

"Kento...what's wrong? Come on to bed, already."

"Do you mind if I eat you out, darling?"

Your heart swells ten times its size just knowing how much he cares for you.

"Mhmm, please..."

And he dives right in, sucking and licking you to Nirvana. It feels so good, your legs start shaking and you're cumming over his handsome face in record time.

Your orgasm completely knocks you out cold and he chuckles at your peaceful form before undressing to his boxers and climbing under the covers with you.

♥︎

Toge:

You're cuddled up in Toge's bed with him looking at memes and funny videos on his phone.

With a free day from classes, the two of you had been out all day exploring Tokyo and now you're absolutely exhausted.

You snuggle into his warm chest and inhale the scent of his laundry detergent. Toge kisses the top of your head, his lavender eyes then trailing down over your beautiful face....your lithe neck with the necklace he bought you for your birthday around it, and further down to your tits.

He softly inhales and wraps an arm around your back to press you further against him so he can feel your breasts squished against his hard chest.

You shuffle a bit in his hold and your sleepy eyes look up into his amethyst ones.

"Toge...?"

His dick is hard and swollen against his thigh, but you look so cute like this - he can't help but lean his head down to kiss each of your breasts.

"Sleep."

Your body can't do anything but obey.

That was probably the best sleep you'd gotten in a while.

♥︎

Gojo:

Satoru was away for the day on a field trip with his students and you decided to clean the entire house while he was away. You never had the time to do it when he was around because you'd either be holed up in the bedroom all day or pressed up against some random piece of furniture with him thrusting into you wildly.

When you finished the upstairs, you decided to go lie down and have a quick nap before he got back.

Hours later, you're still knocked out; the cleaning had really drained you more than you realized.

"Honeybun, I'm home and I brought you a souvenir!~"

Your joyful husband slams open the bedroom door with some shopping bags in tow.

The bags drop to the floor and he immediately hushes himself once he sees that you're asleep.

"Aww, look at my precious sleeping baby.." He slips off his blindfold, revealing his beautiful, crystalline blue eyes while he shreds himself of his work clothes and joins you in the bed.

The movements make you shift around a bit and then you feel warm breath over your neck and cheeks.

"Hm, Satoru.." Your hand tangles into his soft white locks while his lips press against the juncture between your neck and shoulder, leaving wet, hungry kisses on your sweet-scented skin.

"Missed you so much, sweetie...need to have you right now."

There was rarely a time when this man wasn't horny for you, but if you refused and wanted to just sleep, he wouldn't object. He knows that even though you're not a sorcerer you still have a life and things that keep you occupied when he's away.

You shift until you're lying completely on your back and Satoru is spreading your thighs with his knees. He pulls out his cock and begins stroking it until it's hard and leaking pre-cum.

"I love you.." He murmurs into your hair once he's sunken all eight inches inside your tight cunt.

Your eyes close instinctively, but he pats your cheek before gripping your chin in his rough grip.

"Look at me. I want to watch your pretty eyes while I fuck you back to sleep."

----

i actually fell asleep while writing this loool. going back to sleep now, peace.

[glossysoap]

oh glossy.. this thought must be shared. and i'm sharing it with you.

so, i was on twitter and seen this porn thing, where a man uses a body fleshlight and hides it under blankets, and then the girl walks in, seeing the fleshlight and basically replaces the fleshlight with herself. yeah, here me out with pornstar johnny doing that. (i’m gripping my sheets as i think about this. girl. 🫣)

like, yes it’s cringy but because it’s trending - your director NEEDS to post something about this new trend. so, of course johnny; someone who you’ve seen on multiple sets before; volunteers as he hears your director complain about the lack of men that want to do it.

the scene is set where johnny and you are roommates. living in an apartment and johnny has pent up frustration and uses it on his new body fleshlight he bought with his well-earned money. but, the poor man’s been almost going at that thing all hours. so he needs a drink and some food. so he dresses back up with a fat raging hard-on and goes to the kitchen.

you; pool ol’ you. you walked in because you needed johnnys charger, wearing some booty starts and a very large t-shirt. you noticed the fleshlight and gasped, dropping your phone before scattering to pick it up. you call out because you and johnny both have bathrooms in your rooms. and he isn’t there.

in the scene, you and johnny have sexual tension and finally you have this time to replace the thing with yourself. you rip off your clothing and get settled, covering your legs with extra sheets and covering yourself, hips and above underneath the sheets. now you just wait.

few minutes pass and you hear a grunt, a click of the door, with a noise that sounds familiar to a lock clicking. johnny steps closer to your body, grabbing at your hips. “hm. plushy.” johnny thinks, maybe it’s from that break he took and returned with a fresh mind. but he plunges his fingers into your sticky cunt. grabbing at your waist and pushing your hips down. you bite the blanket to hold back a moan as johnny voices his thoughts out on the so called “doll”

“fuckin’ like tha’ ya’ dirty slag. no’ gonnae take pity on ye’.” he says as he spits at your cunt and your eyes roll back. you think to yourself, fuck! he’s good at this. you’ve mostly had to take your orgasm’s because well.. men weren’t the best at giving you pleasure. you tried hard to stay on script but fuck his fingers plotting into you from behind is fucking fantastic.

your head begins to shake before you squirted in his fingers. not meaning to but his rough fat fingers felt too good for your poor pussy :( “wha’ the fuck!?” he exclaims and undos the sheets and you turn your whole body around, gulping the spit that gathered in your mouth. “j-john! hey, yeah - sorry.. may - may have gotten distracted.” you smile at him with pleading eyes and he shakes his head with furrowed brows.

“y’kno’.” he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his throbbing dick that’s still in his sticky and sweaty boxers. “maybe ye’ shoul’ be my lil’ toy from now on.” he grabs your thighs and pushed them close to your chest and goes down on you, quick and ruthless. you whine and whimper, your still trying to come down from the feeling of squirting on his fingers and he wants another one from you.

“fuckin’ addictin’ this pussy is.” he grumbles, and you lock your thighs around his head, orgasm coming quick. before you could even say anything, your whimpers and moans gained a higher pitch and you came, once again, all over his face. he lapped up your juices and your clit. sucking hard on your clit when he comes up.

the both of you breath in and out heavily. “gonnae take my cock now like a good slag, aye?” and you nod your head, wanting his thick cock in your cunt.

he grabs his boxers and pull them enough down to reveal his cock and balls and you shamelessly stare. his full balls from not being able to come in that doll, saving it all up for you, throbbing tip that has globs of pre rolling down his shaft. fucking thick he is. your not sure if you can take all that but he just rubs your sides that isn’t visible to the camera, most likely trying to comfort you with his actions as he isn’t able to with his words.

you spread you thighs a bit wider. looking at him with a little worried expression but he just kisses your forehead. grabbing his cock and pushing his tip into your entrance and you groan. a ‘pop’ like sound being heard before your moan. “shh - shh. can take it bonnie lass. ye’ can, just gotta stretch that pretty thang out.”

and fuck it feels good. too good for a cock. stretches you right and hits that good spot when he finally halts. the base of his cock inside you completely. and when the camera is zoomed in you nod at him, indicating to move and he does. fat dick just moving in and out as he groans loudly while you whine his name and whimper out noises of pleasure.

all you know is that you blanked for who knows how long to be greeted with johnny rubbing your back and humming to you. fuck that was some good dick.

(i didn’t know how to end this. anyways, here glossy. you don’t need to add-on. just needs to be said.)

FANGS WHAT THE FUCKKKKK 😭😭😭 don’t worry at all about the concept being cringe (to be cringe is to be free)! IT. IS. SO. HOT. idk what it is about this ask but the insp just FLEW right onto the paper (screen?) so thank you! i promise im working on your rudy ask 😭

18+ no minors or ageless bios!

(these thoughts can apply to you two being porn stars or just the scenario in general! either way 😁 also i accidentally wrote this with reader being already on her back instead of her stomach, im sorry 😭)

may i suggest that he buys a sex doll/body fleshlight that matches your description? ie, if you’re curvy he would buy one with thicker thighs that resemble yours.

that works even more in your favor when you’re pretending to be the doll, but the similarities aren’t lost on you - sure, it could be a coincidence but if the little moans of your name at night (ones you convinced yourself you were imagining) were anything to go by, he did it on purpose.

imagine yourself covering your mouth in excitement and anticipation when you hear him walk into the room, hearing him unbuckle his belt and kick off his pants. it was obvious he was pent up and desperate, ready to fuck his “doll” into the mattress like he’s done many times before.

you could hear your heart pound as you felt the mattress dip behind you. meanwhile, he’s got that wolfish grin painted on his lips as he pulls out his already throbbing cock from his boxers. he gives it a few slow, dry strokes before finally groping the “dolls” thighs and groaning in approval at their softness and plushness.

“mmm, so soft and sweet.” just like you, he thought.

meanwhile, your breath was hitching as you felt him grope and squeeze at your thighs without abandon - inching his way up to your already dripping cunt. you were just throbbing. so fucking desperate for your roommate to touch you.

he didn’t waste any time violating his “dolls” cunt, only spending a few seconds tracing your wet slit before easing two thick fingers in. you could hear him hum in approval at how easy his fingers slid in, all while you were busy biting the fabric of the blanket. you could also hear how wet you were from the obscene sounds his fingers were making with your juices.

he didn’t go gentle or quick with his fingers. why would he? he was just using a “doll” after all, right? no need to worry about overstimulating or anything.

“y’ feel so fuckin’ warm. so soft.”

he took his sweet time feeling along your warm walls, and he even curled his fingers in search of that special spot — even though his doll wouldn’t have any g-spot. (that’s what he thought, at least.)

“what a fuckin’ tease. walk-in’ around with some dumb lads while i’m in here, ready to fuck ye’ like ye’ need.” he spits on your mound, watching his saliva trickle down to your soaking wet folds. you gasp against the fabric at both his words, all dark and husky, and the feeling of his spit trickling down to your cunt. you’ve never gotten this close to cumming in such a short amount of time.

he slipped a third finger in, scissoring his fingers inside your cunt while he plunges them in and out - stretching you open for his cock. he uses the rough pad of his thumb to rub at your swollen clit while he finger fucks you.

he just kept doing it, curling and curling while plunging in and out. little did he know, he had found that spot just like he wanted. and he was abusing it. as if somewhere deep in his subconscious, he knew it was really you under the covers and he knew that was your g-spot.

under the blankets, you were gasping and biting the blanket until your jaw hurt. you were so fucking close. all you needed was a few more pulses against your g-spot and his thumb rubbing on your clit to push you over.

which is exactly what he did, growling out a, “c’mon. c’mon.”

at that moment, you absolutely gushed all over his fingers and palm. your legs and hips twitched as your orgasm rocked through you. you couldn’t help it as you let out a broken mewl from under his sheets.

your mouth was still open mid-moan as he exclaimed, “wha’ the fuck?!” and yanked back the blankets that were covering you. his eyes widened as he saw you naked under the covers, where his doll usually lay. his eyes can’t help it, he looks at your gorgeous tits and plush stomach and your beautiful face. all things he had fantasized about countless times.

“johnny! this- this isn’t what it—,” you pathetically attempt, growing increasingly embarrassed as you see his eyes darken (with anger or disgust, you assume). his big broad form was keeping your thighs pried apart so you couldn’t hide your wet cunt, making it so you tried to cover yourself with the blanket.

he wouldn’t have any of it, though.

“no, no, no. none o’ that. up ye’ get.” he all but growls out as he yanks all of the covers off of you, revealing your naked form once more. he ignores your yelp as he grabs you under your shoulders to pull you from the bed. he’s manhandling you at this point, his arms moving to wrap around your mid section and pulling you to straddle his lap. you gasp as you feel his cock against your thigh.

“i think,” he grounds out, feeling you grasping at his broad shoulders to steady yourself. “i think i should get my fill from the original from now on.”

he barely waits for any response from you before he’s reaching under you and guiding his cock inside your dripping cunt. he watches your face as he eases his length inside, his girth so thick that you felt that slight burn of stretch. he watched as your mouth hung open in a moan, your brows knitting together.

“mmm, look at tha’. big stretch for such a tight cunt.” his words only made you moan even more, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

“so fuck-,” you whine, voice cracking, “so fucking full.”

“yeah? s’ tha good? hmm?” he crooned mockingly, giving a cruel thrust up into you just to hear you cry out and make you clutch onto him.

“that’s it, hold onto me. i’ll take care of ye’.” he murmurs into your ear, hands coming down to your ass to make you grind onto his cock.

“s’ tha’ what ye’ needed? someone to fill ye’ up? empty yer brain?” you could only nod over and over, eyes glossing over.

“well, ye’ know who you’ll be coming to for tha’ don’t ye’?” he whispers, feeling you tighten around his cock.

skin slapped against skin as he set a steady rhythm of fucking up into you, hips thrusting into your warm wet cunt. you were already sensitive from cumming only a few minutes prior, so it didn’t take much for him to push you to the edge again. especially with his girth stretching you out so fucking perfectly, and the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

all it took for you to cream all over his cock was his thumb rubbing roughly at your clit again, abusing that sensitive bud, and him mouthing at the crook of your neck before biting down hard.

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[princessmaybank]

AAAAH CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 1.5K BESTIEEEEE 💕💕💕💕

I'm intrigued in finding out what you're gonna cook up with this one

🍒 22.) "Do I make you horny Y/N?" with JJ ofc ;))))))) with him edging reader like crazy

love youuu 💕💕😘

Thank you for your ask baby! I hope you enjoy this! I tried! Sorry it's longer than I anticipated. Let me know what you think!

Do I Make You Horny?

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I think it's literally just oral (Fem. receiving) and edging...if not let me know!

Summary: Read the ask ^

Author's Note: I hope you like it! I tried!

Y/N's POV:

"Pope what the fuck?!" JJ squealed to his best friend that splashed him with water. Pope only laughed in response as JJ started pulling his shirt off over his head. I couldn't help but squeeze my thighs together when I saw his wet abs. It was only us three today because the others had work or were busy to some capacity.

My eyes wandered my best friend's toned body as I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. I tried so hard to focus on literally anything else. The guys started walking towards me so I tried to re-adjust myself. "Hey sorry Y/N something came up and I'm gonna have to leave." My eyes met with a sad Popes. "That's okay Pope, we can hang later." I smiled at him before he walked away. "Does that mean you're leaving too?" I look to JJ. "No, we're friends too, we can hang, unless ya don't wanna.." He said shrugging his shoulders. "No!" I shout. My cheeks went hot from embarrassment. I tried to hide it as he sat at the foot of my long beach chair. "I mean no, I'd like to hang with you Jay." I said once I figured out how to speak correctly again. He chuckled lightly to himself before looking me in the eyes. "C'mon let's go to the chateau." He helps me off the chair and we pack up, heading towards John B's house.

JJ POV:

"Pope what the fuck?!" I threw my hands in the air after he splashed me with water. I hated the feeling of a wet T-shirt, it didn't sit right with me so I took it off and threw it to the side. "Yo, looks like you've got an admirer." Pope points toward Y/N, who is staring at me like she is ready to devour me. "Fuck me..." Is all I could mutter. "Maybe you should go sort that out.." My best friend winked at me and patted my back. "You sure bro?" I asked, feeling bad about leaving him hanging. "Dude, plenty of time to catch up later. Go get em tiger." He pats me on the back before we walk over to her and explain that he needed to leave. When we got over there, she looked so flustered, it made my dick tug in my jeans.

I finally got her to agree to go back to the chateau with me. She hopped on my bike after I did and she seemed a little scared. "Gotta hold on Y/N." I tried to grab her arms and pull them around my torso but she pulled away. I couldn't see her face but I bet her cheeks are beat red right now. "C'mon I won't bite, gotta hold on to me." I say teasingly. She still didn't listen so I threw my kickstand up and jerked the bike forward, it made her fall into my back and hold on tight. I smirked to myself and drove us to JB's house.

When we got there she seemed so on edge, I tried handing her a beer, even trying to get her to have a smoke sesh but nothin. She just sat there with her hands between her thighs. They squeezed her clasped hands and she couldn't look me in the eyes. She was so turned on. I can't lie, seeing her like this made my dick twitch. "Hey y'alright?" I ask trying to have some sort of conversation. "I'm fine, we just never hang out, alone." That's the point. Needed her alone. Needed her to myself. I walk over and sit next to her on the couch. My hand gently placed itself on her thigh before I took the last swig of my beer. "So?" I ask curiously. "So...it's not like awkward?" She still couldn't look at me. Her thighs seemed to be squeezing tighter now that I was so close. "Why would it be awkward?" I try to get her eyes on mine without touching her. She stayed silent.

I asked again. "Y/N. Why would it be awkward?" I say and as soon as I'm finished with my sentence, I grab her chin and tilt it up so her gorgeous eyes are on mine. I must have done it a little forcefully based on the whimper that shot out of her mouth. A smirk gathered on my lips as I squeezed her thigh, eliciting a moan from her lips. I bring her face closer, now more intimidating. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I ask and watch as her cheeks flushed. "W-wha-" She was frantic before I shushed her. "Hey, it's okay.." I released her hands from her thighs "..got me excited too princess." I say and place one of her hands on my covered cock. Her mouth shot open in surprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about Jay..." She stood up fast and wrapped her arms around herself. "Y/N.." I warned, standing slowly. "Come here." I motioned with my fingers. Surprisingly she complied. I dip my head next to her ear and place my finger in the band of her shorts, sliding back and forth teasingly. "So you're telling me, that if I dip my fingers in that sweet little pussy of yours.." I exhale deeply. "..you won't soak my fingers?" My hand traveled lower, I heard her gasp from my touch when I reached her clit. Pushing past, I slowly meet her entrance before sliding them in with ease. She gasped louder this time. "Still don't know what I'm talking about?" I asked, pulling my fingers from her hole and bringing them between our faces, showing off just how slick she was with one pump. I looked her in the eyes as I sucked her juices off of me. "So sweet..gonna let me taste some more princess?" She was awfully quiet today, nothing like her. "I see the uncertainty in your eyes princess, why don't we have a trial run, you let me eat you out and if it doesn't work or is too overwhelming, we never talk about it again." I smile at her. "What if it does.." She questioned, her cheeks were hot. "Then we'll talk about this, but for now I really wanna dip my tongue in you...gonna let me?" She nods and I lead her to the bedroom.

By the time I got her bottoms and panties off, she was breathing heavily and trying to hide. I reassured her that I was so excited to see her beautiful body. Eventually she trusted me and opened up for me. My first finger found its way to her opening and ran up and down her slit. "I'm gonna ask you again, since I didn't like your answer last time." I chuckled and looked up at her. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I smirked as her cheeks blared red. "Ye-yes." She whispered. "Yes what princess?" I teased and continued moving my finger up and down. "Ye-yes daddy-" Y/N said. It spilled right out of her mouth. She looked extremely embarrassed, but I was hot and bothered by it. "Not what I was asking for, but I like your response better." I smirk. "Keep calling me that princess." My tongue poked out and I placed it at the bottom of her entrance. I slid it up slowly to her clit and back down.

As my tongue picked up pace while swirling all around, my fingers found her nipples and pinched them. I looked up for a moment and saw that she was covering her mouth, she was still being quiet. I pulled my mouth away and got close to her. Y/N whined when I got close. "I was about to cum.." Shock was written over my face. "Princess. I highly doubt that. You didn't make a peep." I laid next to her. "No I swear I was so close!" She exclaimed. "Okay well you're gonna have to let me hear those pretty little sounds come from your lips if ya want me to do my job right." I smirked and her cheeks heated up again. She was so easy to fluster. I loved it. Y/N nodded in response and I got back to work.

I looked up from my position between her legs and noticed she was subconsciously starting to cover her mouth again, so I did what anyone else would do and bit her clit. She let out a loud moan and rolled her hips on my face.

I replayed that moment in my head so many times in the moment and tried not to bust in my shorts. My lips stayed on her clit and sucked as my fingers started pushing inside her. "Oh shit- Jay-" She moaned again. As much as I loved hearing my name on her lips, I asked her to call me something else. I pulled away again, removing my fingers as well. "What did you call me princess?" I smirked as she whined. She looked up at me with an annoyance in her eyes. "Your name!" She crossed her arms. "That's not my name right now princess..you know that." I slapped her clit lightly and her body jerked. "I'm sorry." She huffed. I gave her a look telling her she was missing something. "I'm sorry- daddy.." She rolled her eyes. I laughed. "That'll do for now, we'll talk about your attitude later." I squatted in front of her again, taking the same position I'd been in this entire time.

My tongue went into her hole and I flicked it up and down slowly. Her small hands found my hair, tugging gently, though she'd probably think she was being too rough. "Please- more.." She gasped. "More what princess..?" I asked and went back in. "Please give me more daddy.." She barely got through her sentence before I picked up my pace and fucked her with my tongue. My hand traveled to her clit and rubbed harsh circles, making more moans slip out. My mouth left her opening and spit on her lower lips. I sucked on them a little before my tongue went to her clit and my fingers went back inside her hole. Her moans were more intense now.

I chuckled and pulled my lips away from her and slowed my fingers down, not to a stop, just enough for her to want more. "Look at me. Look me in the eyes princess.." I said slightly above a whisper. She's such a good girl, her eyes fell to mine. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I smirked. "Y-you- asked that already..please- faster.." Y/N whined. "C'mon princess, just answer the question and you'll get what you want.."

A whimper left her lips. My fingers pumped slowly inside of her, not picking up any pace. "Mmmm please-" Maybe she wasn't a good girl. My free hand went to her clit and slapped it harder than last time. "Yes daddy! Yes you make me horny!" She screamed, for everyone to hear. Thankfully no one was home. Actually I'm not sure I'd care if they had heard her coming undone for me. I sped up and reattached my lips to her clit, licking and sucking on it until her back arched off the bed.

"Gonna cum for me princess?" I moved for a brief moment and immediately went back. "Mmm- uh-huh, f-fuck.." She breathed out through moans. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue so I could taste her. Soon enough she released in my mouth while she screamed my name. My tongue cleaned up any cum that I may have missed and I went up to lay with her.

"So.." I teased. Y/N chuckled with her eyes closed. "Jay- let's talk later, let me catch my breath then I'm sucking your dick." I laughed so hard. "Okay pri-" She cut me off. "No- You think you can edge me a few times and think you can just get away with that? I don't think so." Oh fuck. I should've thought about that. "Fine princess, just go easy on me.." I smiled. "Yeah, sure. You're cute."

[mysuperiors]

Coach had a rule: whoever was last in sprints needed to do an extra hour of cardio 1-on-1 with him at the end of practice.

Day one for the season and you came in last. Once the other guys had left, Coach took you into his office and shut the door. “I thought I was going to be running laps,” you laughed a little nervously.

“That’s not the kind of cardio you’ll be doing, boy.”

“I… I don’t understand…”

Coach came around in front of his desk and stood right in front of you. You looked up into his eyes, which were stern and unyielding. You had to look away. He reached down and tucked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up so that you were looking at him again.

“I expect my boys to have stamina.” he said.

“I… uh…”

“Be quiet. My goal here is to make men out of all of you. I don’t abide weakness. if you’re going to perform like a weak sissy then you will get treated like a weak sissy.” Coach took off his windbreaker and revealed his powerhouse arms, which could barely be contained by the sleeves of his T-shirt. His large meaty chest was also straining the fabric.

He lightly slapped your face. “You’re gonna be my sissy tonight, boy, and we’ll see if that improves your performance tomorrow.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing thick, dark chest hair and a muscular torso.

He was a… man. So masculine, his body so virile. You could smell the sweat and deodorant mixed together. It was fucking intoxicating.

“Get on your knees, boy,” he growled. You obeyed hesitantly. Coach reached into his sweats and pulled out a thick, floppy, uncut cock… the manly sweaty smell of which filled the tiny office immediately,

“Suck.”

You were still in shock of what was happening, and didn’t immediately obey Coach’s command. He grabbed the back of your head and forced your head forward.

“Suck it, sissy boy.”

You timidly opened your mouth and swallowed Coach’s hairy meat. It was unlike anything you’d tasted before. Unsure of what to do, you began to suckle on his manhood awkwardly.

“Look at me while you worship that dick, boy.” You obeyed. “You’re a worthless little cocksucker. I’m gonna have to teach you everything, aren’t I, boy?”

Without taking Coach’s thick meat out of your mouth you nodded.

“That’s right, boy. Coach is going to make you my champion cocksucker. Now, lick it. Start at the balls and work your way up.” Coach’s dick had gotten rock hard in your mouth, and now you wrapped a hand around it. Coach’s member was so warm and hard and strong. You felt a sense of submission around the periphery of your mind. You wanted to serve him, to obey, to win his favor and bring him pleasure.

With that spirit of service in mind, you did as you were told. You traced his massive stones with your tongue and slowly licked the length of his girthy shaft, giving the thick head a few extra swirls of your tongue. All the while you kept your eyes locked on Coach, whose stern glare had become an amused smirk.

“You like that dick, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now fucking suck it, sissy.” And he pushed your head down on his bricked up cock, only this time it was what you wanted. You energetically bobbed up and down, thinking of nothing but making this Man feel pleasure. You ran your hands up Coach’s furry abs and along his massive quads. You massaged his balls and jerked him off.

Coach began to moan and murmur his approval. “Fuck yeah, boy. There you go. Just like that. Be my good cocksucker.” He controlled your pace, forcing you to take all of him and keep a steady rhythm. You were turned on by his masculine power.

Soon, Coach’s hips were thrusting into you more insistently, his grunts and moans more urgent. “Swallow this load, faggot!” he barked as your mouth filled with the tangy brine of his cum. Coach moaned with relief as shot after shot of him filled your mouth and stomach. You swallowed his load eagerly, locking eyes with the man you serve.

He let you keep sucking for another minute, gasping here and there from the intensity. He pulled his fuckrod out of your mouth and smacked your face a few times with it.

“Good boy,” he murmured, pulling up his pants. “You gonna work harder for me the rest of the season?”

“Yes Sir,” you responded at once. “But coach?” you asked hesitantly. “Could we have a few more private trainings? I want to be a champ.”

Coach looked you up and down. “Never had a boy want to come back into this office after these 1-on-1s. You must really want to win.”

“More than anything…”

Coach smirked and patted your cheek. “Then why wait? Let’s start now.” He rubbed his cock through his pants, which was still mostly hard. “Get undressed. I’m gonna bend you over this desk and teach you how to endure pain. That will make you better on the field.” He reached back and opened his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

“Get going, boy. This is going to be a long night.”

[sanspuppet]

MDNI - smut

professor!Mingi x afab!reader

W/T: University AU, unprotected sex, breeding, public sex, quick dick sucking, reader’s first time, pet names (pretty, lovely, darling)

A/O: @ahimhere here’s your request for the prompt “Shush, we can’t have anyone hearing this”, i figured some professor Mingi, hope you can enjoy hehe <3

When the bell rang, and all the people that frequented your course left the classroom, the professor called your name once you walked next to his desk.

“Y/n, Miss. Can you please come over to my office? We need to talk about something.” Your body blocked, hearing his low voice demanding you. You couldn’t deny that he’s the finest, the most handsome man that you’ve ever seen, and the classes you had with him were always hard to focus on, as you were completely infatuated by his hot look. You shook your head to turn again to reality, pressing hard your books against your breast due to nervousness: why would he want to talk with you?

“Oh… Yes, surely Sir” you headed to his personal office, after walking over the class door. Your gaze was locked down your shoes, your cheeks felt burning at the thought of being alone with him.

You turned around to see him walking behind you, he reached the door and opened it with one of the keys he hold in his pocket pants. The man nodded to you as he sat on his chair. You walked over him and sat shyly on one of the two other chairs in front of the huge desk.

“So…” he opened a drawer, where he placed his books before closing it back. “You’re seriously a model student” his eyes were locked on yours, he had his fingers crossed when he continued: “You still have great grades, even though you seem very distracted during my lessons”

“Oh, uhm…” you blinked while staring at the floor, your mind was elaborating a good excuse, but the man beat you on time: “I’ve started to think that the reason you can’t focus properly is because of me, do i bother you?” You were confused as you saw a slight smirk diving onto his face, waiting silently for you to reply him.

“Yes- i mean… kind, of. I’m sorry.”

The man nodded, shaking slowly his hand to you. “You don’t have to be, i only need you to explain why you’re being distracted by me, so maybe we can work on this together.”

You played with your hands nervously, chuckling shyly and shaking your head before articulating the dumbest thing you could have said: “Oh no, no i shouldn’t.”

He raised an eyebrow, standing up to get closer to you. He held on his knee with a hand as the other lifted your chin. “Why shouldn’t you? Miss, i have already figured out why. But i want you to say it, so i can be sure of that”

Your heartbeat accelerated at the idea of him knowing that you use to fantasize about him during his classes, mixed with the sight of his face close to yours enough to feel his warm breath.

“I dream of… you, during lessons” you weren’t actually going to say what you daydreamed of him, right? It’d be so shameful, for your imagine of perfect student, but you couldn’t do anything about being a fucking pervert when it came to that professor.

“About? Keep going.” His hand never left your chin as he kept trying to make eye contact with you, despite your eyes were forcefully locked on the floor.

“H-having…” you gulped before continuing. “sex, here.”

He pulled back, murmuring a long: “Ooh~” with his arms crossed. “Just as i thought” He supported himself with the desk top. “I still don’t blame you, every student has his specific distraction… what i am asking to myself and obviously you, is… What should we do about it?”

Your mouth hung open waiting for your mind to elaborate anything, but the only thing that left your mouth was a simple: “i don’t know Sir…”

He scratched his chin, widened his eyes once he chose the best option: “Tell me y/n, if i fuck you and consequently fulfill your needs, will you focus better during my classes?” He got closer to you again.

The air inside the room felt heavy, you were struggling to breathe, and you could feel drops of sweat resting on your forehead as soon you realized how hot it was there. You were fatigued by some unknown reason before, but now the heat between you and your professor seemed uncontrollable to you, so couldn’t do anything but nod.

“Yeah, i think.” you murmured, finally looking at him. The man was loosening the knot of the tie to breathe better, you watched him unbuttoning his shirt, every movement of his got you wetter as reaction. You stood up and bent over his desk, your skirt was already on the floor when you dragged down your panties, a string of arousal connecting them to your pussy.

He groaned once he turned to see you prepared to take him. His hands were caressing your hips, his eyes inspecting every detail of your bare skin, even though you were one of his students, he couldn’t deny that you’re a hot yet pretty girl.

“I know i shouldn’t make preferences, but you’re my favorite student y/n, such a beautiful and smart girl.” You shyly chuckled, but the slight laughter quickly turned into a needy moan as soon as you felt his fingers slicking against your sticky cunt. “Shush, we can’t have anyone hearing this” You obeyed him, biting your lower lip to muffle any sound that could have escaped your mouth.

“Unfortunately i don’t have any condoms here with me, i will have to breed you, if it isn’t a problem.” You nodded, turning your head to try to look at him while he unzipped his pants. “You can”

In less than a minute he was already buried inside you, pumping as fast as he could without making any sound of skin slamming against skin. His hands were gripping your waist to hold better, your suffocated moans made him even hornier. “Fuck it’s so tight, is this your first time lovely?” his pace slowed down to help you reply easier.

“Y-yes” you layed on your elbows, your face was pressing against the wood of the desk.

“Oh so bad, your boyfriend should have been your first.” He was already tired of the sleepy pace, so he started to hammer again roughly into your pussy. You breathed deeply before talking back:

“It’s o-okey—fuck, i- i’m in love with you” you were so embarrassed to say it, even though it was the truth.

“We’ll se what we can do about it, but for now, let’s focus on orgasming, got it pretty?”

In effect, you found yourself really close to your high, but you still wanted to fuck with him more. The nasty and squelching sound was too loud that there was no fucking way it couldn’t have been heard from ourside, but even if people were probably thinking the professor was having a quicky with the sexy English teacher, he was actually fucking “the sexy student” as how he used to call you for himself. You could notice that the thrust became sloppier at some point, warning you that he was close to climax soon.

“God, i’d like to fuck you all day long but we have other classes in five minutes” He slammed his big cock inside your throbbing cunt enough to make your clit red from how he was balls deep in you. The heat turned into pure desperation of cumming as you two kept fucking.

“Sir… i’m close” you whined with your face squeezed into your arm to muffle the occasional loud noises.

“Gonna spurt my cum into you very soon lovely, get ready” he couldn’t hold back his groans, too.

You came the same second you felt a hot liquid releasing into your pussy, mixing it with your own. The man behind you groped your ass, spreading your ass cheeks to admire the mess leaking slowly out of you.

“Does it bother you if you keep it inside until you get home, darling?” he asked you, dragging your panties up to put them in place again. “it’s fine”

Once you were fully clothed, you turned around to look at him. Quite to your surprise he pointed at his still leaked crotch.

“Could you please clean it up, quickly?”

You immediately kneeled, licking down on all his length until all the cum on it was in your stomach. You took him out of your mouth with a pop, he didn’t wait any longer before putting back on his pants along with the boxers.

“I had a great time y/n. About what you said to me, maybe we can give us a chance, don’t you think? Let me give you my number, when you’re completely sure about that, we can hang out together.” he smiled at you, after asking for you phone where he could type his phone number.

After a minute, when the bell rang again, he opened the door holding it for you to leave his office first.

“Thank you, Sir” you cooed, a genuine smile popping out your face.

“You can call me Mingi, now go, maths is waiting for you” he chuckled back.

[captainlondonman]

HiViz Layby

It had been a long car journey back and Dave decided he needed to stop off for a pee. He had stupidly passed the petrol station but saw in front of him a layby and at least he could pee in the bushes. He came off the road to stop the car and in front of him was a local authority van parked up in front. Dave got out and could see there was a gap in the hedge and a slope in the ground beyond. He got out and without looking at the van he went through the gap and down what looked like quite a well worn path. As he reached a clearing he saw the driver of the van facing him with his cock out and legs apart. He was 180cms high, broadly built with a crew cut  in full high Viz. Obviously the Local Authority gear with green trousers and hi viz bands, a green T shirt tight against his large chest, and a full yellow jacket. At first Dave thought the guy was finishing having a piss and as he looked more closely the bloke had a massive boner.

Dave did not know what to do, but what he did know was the guy had a large cock and his hand firm around the shaft. He was also wearing full HiViz which Dave really got off on and at times would need to wank if he saw a good looking workie. For now all thought of peeing had gone as Dave’s own dick was rapidly growing down his trousers showing a good sized bulge.

The guy barked “Are you interested or not. If not then get the fuck out. If yes stop staring at my dick and get over here and open up yer mouth.’

‘Fuck the pee’ Dave thought as he walked over to the guy letting his hand rub his own bulge up and down.

‘ I could see that prick of yours was interested. I’m needing a proper blow job before getting back to work so down on your knees.’

Seeing the guy still holding his thick shaft with a nice deep pink helmet, Dave got down ready to suck. As he moved his mouth closer to the guys swollen head, his hands went round the guy’s legs and he started rubbing up and down loving the feel of the HiViz waterproof trousers. Dave had never worn any Hi Viz before but had always imagined how sexy it would be

‘Good. Looks like you love Hi Viz gear. Bet you’d love to wear some while you swallow my cock.’

‘Sure, seeing you guys in your gear makes me so horny.’

‘Glad you said that mate as I like me blokes in gear. So keep that dick of yours nice and hard and I’’ll stuff my cock back in and you can come into he back of me van. A real Alladin’s cave for you. Follow me.’

The idea of seeing more Hi Viz was making Dave’s cock start to ooze some precum forming a

nice stain on his trousers. They walked up to the layby and the guy opened the back of the van.

‘Step inside quick.’ Dave did as he was told and sure enough it was like a dream. Strewn around the inside was a mountain of dirty used HiViz gear from jackets, to trousers and mud caked boots. The van stunk of piss, BO and unwashed feet.

‘So what you think of that eh? Fucking great stench ain’t it. Bet you’d love to get into some of this eh?’

‘Yes please.’

‘So strip off and let me see what I get for you in your size. Once you are dressed I want that blow job smart got it.’

‘Sure.’

The workie quickly sifted through the clothing and threw various items at Dave.

‘These should fit so get them on now. By the way great cock you’ve got there and Christ all this Hiviz I can see is making you so bloody hard. Nice bit of precum I can see.’

Dave was so worked up he wasted no time in putting on the trousers, a dirty ripped T shirt and even dirtier oil stained jacket with a pair of thick muddied boots.

‘That’s better. That’s how I like me men so get down. You’ll have no problem now sucking me dick.’

It was as though he had sniffed poppers. The stink in the van, him dressed as a workie with a workie’s big dick staring him in the face was perfect and his mouth was ready for anything. Again the workie seized the top of his own shaft while Dave on his knees had his hands around the workies legs and arse rubbing the dirty HiViz fabric. His mouth went straight in full of saliva. He let his mouth rest a few seconds as his tongue could feel the whole helmet in his mouth  and take in the mix of piss and precum. Dave suddenly felt the workie’s hand around his head.

‘I want you to take the fucking full length’ as he pushed Dave’s mouth all the way down until he could feel the thick black pubes brushing against his lips.

‘That’s better you stinking little workie. Its how you love it in all that gear. So fucking suck.’

Taking a firm hold of the workie’s arse cheeks and with the thick dirty hands around his head Dave started sucking hard the workie moving Dave’s head faster and faster up and down his shaft.

Dave’s own cock was totally rigid inside the HiVz trusets rubbing against the waterproof fabric making him more and more ready  to spunk himself.

‘That’s it boy taking the whole length, feel my pubes in yer mouth. Let me push you faster and faster. Christ that mouth of yours is made to do a blowjob. I’m bloody ready to come. I want you to swallow every bit of spunk from my balls.’

When Dave’s mouth was at the top of the workies shaft so he exploded a torrent of cum jet down Dave’s throat. Feeling the cum start rushing down his throat was too much for Dave to hold back any more and his own cock erupted cum inside the trousers and he could feel it running down inside against his legs. Lots of warm spunk.

‘Great blow job mate, and now I need to get back to work. Looks like the gear got you fully worked up.’

‘It was bloody amazing.’

‘Tell you what. This layby is a great cruising ground for workies and truck drivers. So you know, they only like having it off with each other. Anyone in a suit can forget it. We all love our sex dirty. I was so fucking horny today and I made do with you but thank Christ you like dirty Hi Viz. So keep the gear for now and you can come back as I know now you will. Let’s meet up in a week and you can let me know and maybe I can help a bit more. So get the fuck out take your own clothes and as you’re driving home you can think of all your cum hardening inside.’

With that Dave jumped out the van clutching his own clothes in his new Hi Viz

‘Thanks mate. See you in a week.

Dave got home in his new hiviz gear. He could not believe what had happened and his luck. He wanted to see what he looked like so immediately went to stand in front of his mirror.

‘Shit I look bloody amazing. Just like a real workie and the gear is all dirty with oil patches just as if I have been on a site. I’ve even got the council name on the back of the jacket.’

 He looked down at his trousers and saw that his cock was tenting. A fucking great bulge in someone else’s used trousers. He may had shed a load of cum but his cock was rigid and he wanted to see himself shoot. He went to unzip himself and then thought that the feel of spunking inside and letting the cum run down was so much better so he started rubbing the fabric and gripping his cock to feel the stiff nylon. With his other hand be brought up to his nipple and started tweaking through the nylon T shirt.

‘Christ this is amazing, one hand working my cock and the other pinching my nipple. All in full Hiviz. This is fucking brill.’

The more he let his hand rub up and down his shaft the more he nipped his nipples. He started shouting at the mirror

‘I’m a fucking workie and fucking dirty workie. I wanna fuck with a stinking workie. I wanna be a workie in Hiviz. I wanna wear this gear all the fucking time. I’m a fucking common workie.’

Shouting to himself while wanking and working his tits got him so worked up.

‘Shit I’m coming man. A full load of spunk from a dirty workie. Here it comes. Workie spunk.’

And with that his cock ejected streams of white cum against the nylon, some of it oozing out to form a big white patch and some running down inside into his boots.

‘Christ that was what I call a wank. The best ever. No way am I washing any of this. The more it stinks of cum the better. The guy said the layby was a cruising area for workies and truck drivers. Christ I need to go and take a look in my gear.’

Later in the week Dave decided to take an afternoon off work pretending he had the dentist.

He took the HIviz gear out of the bag and the first thing he noticed was the smell of dried cum, his cum. Even just putting the gear on again made him rock hard. He decided not to look in the mirror otherwise he would have to wank and he was looking for a bit more. Once his erection had gone down a bit he drove off to the layby. This time there was a van and removal truck parked up with only enough room for him to get in and park. He got out and walked past both van and lorry and there was no one inside either. He walked through the clearing and down the track and he could see two guys who were obviously making out. They were facing each other each one with his hand on the other’s cock. One of medium build with a shaved head was dressed in full yellow HiViz with yellow trousers a soiled vest and a dirty yellow waistcoat. The other was obviously the lorry driver. He was well over 6ft. broad build with a  Hi viz waistcoat checked shirt several buttons open to reveal a dark hairy chest, tight work jeans and large Timberland boots. His black hair was long and was greased back into a tight pony tail. His face was tanned with a thick black beard.

The truck driver said ‘Thank God its another workie. We had to tell an office lad to fuck off. Get over here mate and join in. I can see that rigid cock of your stretching down your Hiviz. Three is better than two.’

As Dave approached the lorry man put his arm around him

‘This should be good’ he said moving his arm down Dave’s back to his arse and giving his cheeks and firm clench.

‘Me friend here loves cock and I love arse so we have a winner and you look like you’ll do anything.’

Before Dave could do or say anything the workie put his hand on the outline of Dave’s shaft and gave it a good pull.

‘Let me get my hand in there and see that see that tool of yours boy.’ The workie put his hand inside and took hold of Dave’s cock.

‘That’s a good one you got there. Don’t worry I’ll give you a great blow job.’

‘While you’re taking his cock out undo his waist button for me mate.’

As the workie started to get down on his knees in front of Dave so the truck driver moved the back of his hi viz down exposing his cheeks.

‘That’s a fucking nice bum you have there me workie friend.’ He continued playing with Dave’s arse and spreading his cheeks out. Then he spit some gob onto one hand and placed two fingers at the opening his hole.

‘Let me ease this a bit for you mate and you’ll be able to take my nice juicy cock.’

By now the workie was in front of Dave holding his cock and using his tongue and spit to slide around Dave’s head making his cock tickle but also have a feeling running down his shaft of sheer pleasure

‘I told you he sucks well.’

The lorry man placed his hands firmly on Dave’s shoulders and suddenly he could feel a heavy cock pressing against his hole. Having his cock sucked he knew he needed the full service so he pushed his arse back ready to take what was coming

‘Christ you really want this fuck don’t you mate.’

‘Sure do’, Dave replied, by now his own cock was burning with pleasure as the guy moved his tongue and mouth further and further down the shaft until he could feel the guys lips pressing against his groin.

By the now the truck driver has slipped in past the hole and with Dave pushing his arse backwards so the lorry man moved further and further up the hole.

‘What a fucking great arse you’ve got mate. I tell you, this is much better than fucking the wife. Men are a much better fuck with their tight holes.’

By now Dave was sandwiched between the two, the workie on his knees his head being directed by Dave to move his lips up and down the shaft while the lorry man was pumping his arse with the guy’s breathing increasing with every thrust.

‘Jesus mate you’d better come back here again sometime. This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages. Could almost go fully gay or you. Bet you love this 3 way. 2 workies and a lorry man. We lot give the best sex.’

The truck driver took his hands away from Dave’s shoulders and placed them firmly around Dave’s waist to help his thrusting. Hope you two are just about ready as my spunk is about to shoot up inside you. Yours arse is so great I be shooting right up to yer mouth with what I have to give you. The workie was moaning with pleasure by now his hand was grabbing Dave’s balls and pulling them downwards. Dave looked down and said ‘Yeah pull me balls as you’re about to get an fucking mouthful.’

‘That’s it boy see and shoot your load as I’m ready.’

With one final thrust the lorry man rammed his cock so it was right up to the hilt and Dave could feel the hot spunk being forced out and further up his arse. The truck driver almost collapsed with his orgasm pushing his head onto Dave’s shoulder just at that point feeling all this cum in his arse, Dave erupted into the workies throat and he could see his own spunk dripping out the guys mouth and down his chin.

The workie then sat back taking hold of his cock and furiously starting to wank, his tongue licking all the cum around his mouth.

‘Shit man all this cum around I’m fuckin shooting my load’ and with that his prick let rip stream after stream hitting Dave’s Hiviz and running down to his boots.

‘Don’t wipe that up mate I want you to take that back as a memory of today.’

‘Jesus’ the lorry man said  ‘What a fuck. There’s something about you fucking workies that make me so fucking horny. Never fails to give me the best. Me wife can forget any sex for the next few days as I’ll be too busy wanking thinking of the two of you. Well I’d better get on. Thanks for that mates.’

Each got into their own vehicle and the workie and truck driver drove off. Dave slumped back in his chair. That had been the best ever.

Dave eagerly awaited the next few days until he went back to the layby and dressed up in his workie gear to go for his meeting with the council worker. Sure enough the van was parked up and as Dave got out of the car he saw the workie get out of his. He had been waiting

‘I knew you’d be back. Lets get into the back of the van.’

They got in and the workie asked Dave if the clothing had been a success.

‘It’s been amazing like all my dreams come true. I went back in your gear and hooked up with a workie and a truck driver. Christ I’ve never had sex like it. In fact just talking about it is making he hard.’

‘Hearing you talk about it is giving me a boner mate’So you like the gear then. What about being a workie?’

‘I wish I was a workie. If this is what life is like then it’s what I want’.

‘Well we all wish for some thing and not all are possible but some are. Tell you what why not have a change of gear. As you can see I have plenty here from other geezers so let me pick out some more stuff for you to put on.’

‘Yeah I’d like that being in another’s used clothing.’

Dave eagerly stripped off showing off his erect cock. The guy gave it a quick pull.

‘You really love this don’t you.’

‘It’s the best. What I love.’

‘Ok here get this stuff on you.’

Dave pulled on a pair of even dirtier HiViz green trousers. They seemed a bit on the big side but he said nothing and with them being a bit looser his cock was even more tented. He then put on the T shirt which had no buttons so it was gaping down his chest. Again it seemed a bit big. Then the worn steel capped muddy boots and they definitely were too big. Finally the yellow Hiviz thick outdoor jacket.

‘Feels really great but the other stuff seemed more my size.’

‘Don’t worry about that. You said something when we met that you wish you were a workie. You mean that.’

‘In this stuff yes man.’

‘Tell you what mate before we get down to some business I have a little bottle here just like poppers. This will make you feel really great, like you’ve never felt before. Go on have a good sniff.’

Dave had used poppers before so pressing in one nostril he took a deep sniff and then the other. Immediately he felt a heat moving down his whole body. It was like a river a heat moving down his arms and legs even to the tip of his erect cock. He felt dizzy and for a moment thought he might pass out but the same heat was circulating around his head.

‘How do you feel mate?’ the guy asked

‘I feel as if something is happening to my body as if I’m growing and I can feel my skin almost bursting but the heat is amazing and it feels good.’

‘So are the clothes still feeling big?’

‘No oddly not’

‘Go on take another good sniff.’

‘Sure this is great’Dave breathed in as deep as he could.

The boots were definitely now the right size but his legs were wider and no longer baggy in the trousers. He was taller. His torso was bigger and his chest had expanded. His nipples standing proud in the T shirt and the gap in the T shirt showed a chest of thick black hair. He looked down at his hands and the backs of his hands were covered in black hair and his fingernails full of dirt. His hands seemed enormous. Something on his face felt itchy and as he put his hand to his chin he realised he had a full thick beard but his hair had gone and instead it was shiny and shaved.

‘One more sniff ‘the guy said

Dave did as he was told and then felt his head ready to burst. He gave his head a firm shake and suddenly for a moment there was darkness  and then it changed to light.

‘Wow mate that was fucking great that stuff.’ Dave’s voice had completely changed. He had  a strong accent and it was much deeper. ‘Tell you what mate this stuff makes me so fucking hard and that means one thing. My cock’s going to now give you such a rogering before the bwo of us get back to the depot.’

Dave undid his Hi Viz and pulled out a cock that was a good 9” really thick at the top where it left his thick curly black pubes and tapering to a nice round pink head

Christ that’s some cock I now have, a real cock for fucking workie blokes. I know you’ve a hole in the back of your Hi Viz.’

Dave grabbed hold of the guy, turned him round and shouted ‘Bend over I’m ready for you.’ As the guy bent over he said

‘Great being fucked by a workie especially a guy who’ hairy and thick.’ The workie shouted

‘Cut the crap man’ Dave said and he felt for the hole in the hiViz. Once he found the opening he let a good gob of spit onto his new cock and rubbed it in over his head.

‘Always best when us workies fuck in our gear.’

Dave put his thick set hairy hands on the guys hips and directed his cock through the small gap of the Hiviz feeling the nylon brushing against his shaft and into the tight hole which was waiting for a fuck.

‘Get ready to take my tool’  Dave said and  he started to push his dick all the way up. ‘You’ve had a few cocks up you in the past and you’ll be getting more of mine in future. Undo you zip and let me get my hands on that cock of yours. Nice one you’ve got there.’

As Dave started to push in a out at first nice and slow so he could feel the tight arse against his shaft he let his hand slowly up and down the workies shaft but the feeling inside as he reached the hilt was too much he wanted to ram home faster and faster and as he did so his hand wanked the workie more and more. He loved feeling the top of his cock against the Hi Viz nylon and then he could feel their trousers rubbing together

‘That’s it what a fucking great hole you’ve got. Shit man I’m almost ready to spill my load. It feels as if you are too.’

‘Too right mate.’

With one final push Dave let out his cum, gushing up inside the workies arse and the workie ejaculated all over the gear in the van. Both men shouting ‘Fuck, fuck fuck.’ as they came

When they had finished and stuffed their cocks back into their HI viz, the workie turned to Dave and said

‘So how do you like being a workie?’

‘Best fucking job in the world. Once a workie always a fucking workie. Thanks mate. Lets get down to the depot and I just hope the other guys are up for some action.’

‘Don’t worry mate when they see you they all will be dropping their Hiviz.

Dave had made his wish. No longer the little boy but now the hairy man.

Thanks mate you’re a real pal and tell you what I’ll be back at this layby regularly.’

‘Bet you will. Orgy times ahead’

[billthedrake]

WINGMAN

I generally had a clean lifestyle, at least lately, but it was Mike Gelson's bachelor party, and we five dudes were partying it up in Nashville. I may have been doing my goody two-shoes Brendan Peters thing and getting club soda every few rounds, but my tolerance was down and I was getting good and truly wasted.

My best buddy James Carducci noticed, too. Like me, he was a big guy, a former tight end who carried a lot of muscle on his 6'5" frame, but unlike me he could hold his liquor.

"You gonna get laid tonight, Peters?" he growled in my ear as we entered the room we were sharing. "It's fun to see you let your hair down."

I gave him a scowl but knew he was just ribbing me. It's what buddies did. "Why can't we have the bachelor party in New York or something?"

Carducci knew what I meant. He plopped on one of the beds, his big frame taking up most of the double bed mattress. "Bro, you could have all the gay dudes around you and you'd still be too fuckin' picky."

I lay down on the other bed, looking over at my best friend. We'd both moved to the same city after graduation. Coming out had been a big messy process for me, and James had been the most supportive of my college friends. He was enthusiastically bisexual - not advertising it or anything, but we quickly realized we could switch from teammate-buddies to guy talk and back.

Still, we were opposites in a lot of ways. "Dude... it's easy for you. You just want to get your dick wet."

We'd had versions of this conversation before. He grinned. "Bro, maybe you should get your dick wet for a change. It'd keep you from being a cranky bitch." Yeah, Carducci could get away saying stuff to me no one else could. Then turning his meaty body on his side, he looked right at me. "I get it, Peters. But maybe while you wait for Mr. Right, you can have some fun. I mean, Kevin Murphy's not gonna suck your cock."

"What the fuck?!" I played dumb. Kevin had been the kicker on our D1 team and was Mike Gelson's best man. He was my type to a T... shorter than me and leaner, boy-next-door cute, tight body and a bubble ass.

James lay back again and put his arms around his back, arms knotted and pumped. If I was into big dudes like myself, there might be sexual tension between us. "Bro, it's all over your face. Remember, I know your fuckin' type."

"C'mon, JC," I pleaded, using my nickname for him.

He grinned. "Don't worry, Peters, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. You know that. Crush out on Murphy all you want. You're just barking up the wrong tree."

"Yeah," I sighed. "It's majorly against the bro code." I was starting to get resentful of how being a horny gay dude and an ex-jock living by the bro code were not exactly compatible.

That got a deep laugh from JC. "So's fucking your buddy's dad."

I sat up, the alcohol and quick movement making my head dizzy. "What?!?!" Normally I'd write off the comment as Carducci being a jokester but the way his words came out made them seem real.

He now sat up and reached down to paw at his crotch to rearrange his junk. "This stays between us," he warned.

"Scouts honor, man," I replied.

My friend got a wild look on his face and a leer as he said, "I banged Gelson's dad."

"Mike Gelson," I clarified. "The fucking groom."

He seemed annoyed. "What other Gelsons do you know, dumbass? Yeah, Mike Gelson's father. It was a couple of years ago, when Mike invited a couple of us to his family's lake house." James was closer to Gelson than I was, which only made what he was describing seme more transgressive.

"Dude, isn't Mr. Gelson like 45?" I'd briefly met the man once but he didn't make too much an impression on me, I guess.

Carducci leered. "He was 50 then, and it was fucking glorious. A whole week, both of us enjoying sneaking around." I knew JC had a bit of a kink for married men. We didn't overshare, but I'd very occasionally hear about a hookup or, more often, I'd unload about a date that didn't go like I wanted.

I had to rib him now. "What, you going for the daddies now, JC?"

Without missing a beat, he looked at me with his brown eyes. "Abso-fucking-lutely, Peters. Exclusively even. You should try an older dude for a change."

I didn't think I was easily shocked but the turn of the conversation had indeed rattled me. I went silent before I said quietly, "Man, I couldn't date a guy my dad's age. What the fuck?"

He laughed. "Dude, who's talking about dating? You're a hot fucking dude, you should be having sex nonstop... " He paused. "Can I be honest, bro?"

I nodded, bracing myself for the barrage of criticism. But this was Carducci, I knew he was looking after me.

"Well," James started. "You always go for the unavailable ones like Murphy, or for the stuck up ones who think they're the shit for having an Insta following." For all of our odd-couple conversations, Carducci had never spelled it out for me quite like this. But he was totally right. "I dunno, maybe you should go outside your type just to see. There are so many daddies out there who'd be so fucking appreciative to make it with a guy like you.... You could use the ego boost, bro."

I thought it over. "Is that what older guys are to you?" I asked. "An ego boost?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I have a pretty massive ego already, bro, I don't need help with that. I just love sex with an older guy." I watched as he pulled a spare pillow down to cover his crotch. I knew why: Carducci was boning up talking about sex, and while we shared a lot there still was the bro code between us. "Some of em have a wild side, like a drunk sorority chick."

I shook my head. "Jesus, JC."

I knew the alcohol was getting us both to open up to this conversation. "It's not like that, Peters. I mean, you know you're with a dude, a real masculine dude at that. But there's that wild, naughty streak beneath the surface. I fucking love it."

He reached over and picked up his phone.

"What? Are you gonna show me a picture of one of your conquests?" I asked.

He looked up and winked. "Perv. No, bro, I'm lining up a blowjob. There's gotta be a horny daddy staying in this hotel."

I blushed. "You serious?"

"Sure, I'm serious," he said, now not taking his eyes off the app as he scrolled through. "Jesus you can be such a fucking prude."

I lay back, feeling insulted but mostly angry that he was right. I'd set up a Grindr profile and used it some but then swore it off over the last year. "Well, you're not bringing him back here," I said.

JC now looked up. "Like I said. Cranky bitch." There was teasing sure, but I think I'd actually pissed off my buddy. I almost apologized but I was stubborn.

Anyway, he was now getting off the bed and putting his shoes back on.

"Already?" I asked with astonishment. JC hadn't been on that app much longer than five minutes.

He laughed. "What can I say, bro?" He smiled. "Daddy wants this..." he used his hand to gesture to his tall muscular body. "I'm in Nashville, I'm gonna have a little fucking fun." He had his phone and key card and seemed good to go. "You should too, Peters. For real."

I didn't say anything but I gave a look that was my attempt at an "I'll think about it."

And like that, I watched my best friend leave our room.

***

The lamplight was still on when I woke up. I'd conked out in my drunkenness. I was massively hungover but I always wake up pretty quickly. Light was coming in and the clock said a little after 8.

Carducci's bed was still made and still empty. The fucker.

I got up and pissed and popped a couple of aspirin, hoping they'd help. My head pounded. And we still had another night of this fucking bachelor party weekend. I wondered if these dudes would want to come to mine when the time came. Hell, I wondered if I'd have one.

I brushed my teeth to get the stale beer taste out of my mouth. My hair was mussed up and I did my best to comb it down.

Fifteen minutes later, after a trip to the lobby to get some coffee, I was feeling more alive. Hungover still, but better. I didn't feel like eating anything, but the aspirin was helping.

I picked up my phone. I'd uninstalled Grindr but it was easy enough to re-install it. It took me a second to remember my login, but I used one of my common passwords. One of these days, I'd need to choose something more secure for my shit.

There were some hot guys in Nashville, but I'd gotten spoiled by the city I lived in now. There was a certain type I was seeing here - either bigger, beefier guys, or else younger thinner twinks. My type was always in between that. I wanted more Dierks Bentley and was seeing a lot more Garth Brooks types, even among the 20-somethings.

I'd been replaying my conversation with JC in my head. He could bust my balls, and maybe in a way I didn't like. But I told myself, I'd give this a try. I changed my profile language to make it less picky and judgmental and adjusted my looking-for age range.

It was early and I didn't see any hits in this hotel, but there was a good looking older guy in the hotel on the next block. Kind of average looking, balding hair, 49yo, but his pics showed off a very fit body, lightly hairy, probably trimmed. Looking for now. If I had to make it with an older dude, this was probably as good a match as any. I'd focus on his body if need be.

"Hey," I typed in a chat. "You're up early."

"Hi man." Then. "This is early?"

"In Nashville it is," I replied back.

"True, ha."

I was never great with the quick hookup thing, but one thing I'd mastered was the art of messaging. Some guys were too direct, not flirty enough, but some guys were too passive and conversational. My style didn't work with everyone, but it was working now, I knew.

"What brings you here?" I asked.

"Business. I thought I'd tack on an extra day for fun. And you?"

"Bachelor party."

"Of course, ha." Then, he added. "You're quite the hunk."

"Thanks man," I typed. "You're hot, too." I wasn't sure how much I thought that. It's not that he wasn't hot, because he was in a way. But in my fucked up way, I knew he wasn't Brendan Peters-worthy hot. Not in my league. But I tried to embrace the Carducci way. "You say you bottom, right?" His profile had read vers-bottom.

"Yep. You wanting to fuck?"

After my conversation with JC, I'd initially been thinking of a blowjob. Baby steps. Something to take the edge off. But now I realized it had been WAY too long since I'd fucked a guy. "God yeah. You able to host?"

"If you can give me fifteen minutes."

I pawed my crotch now. I was getting boned good. "Make it twenty?" I wanted to shower up.

"Sounds good, man."

***

The profile had sold the guy short. He didn't look hotter than his pictures but as he ushered me in, he had a deep sexy voice. Almost gravely, with a New York accent. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I could see how dense his muscle was on a frame that was about 6 inches shorter than mine.

"Looks like I hit the jackpot, huh?" he smiled. Then as his eyes swept up to my face, he added, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna gush. You know you're smoking hot."

OK, maybe JC was right, I could get used to the ego pump. With a grin I stepped up to the guy and wrapped my arms around his naked torso, drawing him in.

"I wasn't sure..." he started to say in his deep voice befor I cut him off with a kiss.

He was a good kisser. This was a hookup, just a hookup, and our making out wasn't romantic, but I really enjoyed this part of sex, and this man knew how to respond to my groove. His hands felt up my chest as he did his best to match my tongue work.

Maybe it had been so long since I'd had sex, but the feel of his bare skin and hard back muscle under my fingers had me rock hard. This guy wasn't my type, but he was masculine and real and he wanted me. I pulled off his towel and broke the kiss so I could reach down and paw at his thick ass. It wasn't a young bubble ass, it wasn't Kevin Murphy's kicker's ass, but this man went to the gym regularly and had for years.

"Yess.." he hissed.

I kneaded his ass for a minute longer then stepped back, in full ready to fuck mode. As I reached down and started undoing my shorts and kicking off my shoes, my trick looked at me with horny anticipation, his daddy dick hard and leaking, a solid six-incher that stood out from his trimmed but hairy crotch.

"I guess we didn't talk about specifics," he said, stepping back to the bed. "You a missionary or doggy position kind of guy?"

God, this was 180 degrees from my normal Grindr experience. I always met freaks who'd get real porny and weird, or I met guys who were bossy about their needs. This man had a fun laid-back vibe, even as we were getting to brass tacks.

Usually my answer would be missionary. "Doggy," I leered, letting my thick long cock fall out as I pushed my underwear down.

"Fuck," the daddy hissed. "You didn't exaggerate the measurements. Take it a little easy at first, then I'm good to go." I watched as he got onto the bed, on all fours. It was clearly the body of a man in his late 40s, but I was going to enjoy it all the same.

I got up on after him, letting the mattress sink with my weight. I'd hit almost 240 in college ball, and while I'd leaned down a little since then, I still was 230 pounds of tall muscle.

I remember one time I'd started eating out some model looking guy I'd hooked up with and he about freaked out, telling me he wasn't into getting rim. But as I kissed along this man's lightly furred ass cheeks, one side then the other, he spread his legs in an unmistakeable green light. I dove in and licked.

Fuck, this daddy loved it. I thought about what JC said. Masculine dudes with that drunk sorority chick worthy wild streak. He was some regular guy on business, and he was enjoying me eating him out and munching wildly at his clean pucker.

"Holy fuck, dude!" he growled, the deep voice making his words seem more sexual. "Eat my fucking hole."

I did. I wasn't even expecting an extended rim session for this. I almost thought it would be a pump and go, but I now rode the experience, gripping his cheeks, pulling them apart and tongue fucking this man who indeed was old enough to be my father.

I could have kept at it, too, but I needed to fuck. I leaned up, wiped off the spit from my chin and reached down to wet my cock.

"There's lube and condoms," he said, nodding to the night stand. "I'm on PREP so do what you want, man." Again, that deep voice had my balls twitching.

I slathered on some lube and lined up my bare prick. Daddy was gonna get raw dogged. I gave a two-mississippi pause then pushed to enter him.

There was some snugness at the ring but otherwise no real resistance. I popped in, making the man grunt a little, but he braced his upper body, took a deep breath, then nodded. I pushed my way all the way in, deep into his hot tightness. I forgot how amazing a good fuck felt. Bottoming out, I gripped his waist and began a slow pump.

"Jesus, you're a big boy," he grunted, excitement in his voice.

"6-four," I teased, now fucking him with firmer strokes.

"I meant your cock," the daddy said.

"I know," I hissed. "You're taking that big dick."

"Christ, man," he replied. "Fuck me! Fuck me big guy!"

I did. Getting more and more into it. I was enjoying this position of holding his waist and using that leverage to pull his leaner muscular build onto my hard pistoning cock as much as I was pushing into him. But as I got more excited and more into the mounting pleasure, I felt a need for something more animalistic. Leaning forward, I covered his back with my muscular chest and torso and just started hammering him with hard short strokes.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," he hissed. Loving it, but feeling the challenge of taking me that way, given my strength.

It wouldn't take long though. I now supported my weight with one arm while the other one wrapped around him, pulling his hard body next to mine for maximum contact and steady penetration.

He too was braced on one hand now while the jerked off to my inward strokes.

He came a second before me, but it was a photo finish. I let out a deep heavy growl and enjoyed the most amazing orgasm I'd had in a LONG time.

He finally withdrew his hand and let my weight push him down into a flat lying position.

"Am I too heavy?" I asked as I kissed his neck softly. I didn't want to pull out just yet, the aftershocks felt pretty amazing.

"I'm good," came that deep voice. "I like it, actually."

I kissed him more, along his neck. It's a weird thing of mine. Some guys lose interest after getting their nut, but I get in a real romantic headspace after cumming. It's freaked some men out.

Daddy picked up on it. "I thought you'd be a fuck and go kind of guy," he said with a soft laugh.

"Sorry," I said, pushing myself up off him some.

"Don't apologize, it's nice."

I ran my hand along the man's arm. Strong, not as big as mine, but there's something about an older man that meant more seasoned muscle. "I know this is just a hookup," I said. "I just like talking with a guy I have sex with. I'm weird, I guess."

He got quiet, but his reply felt calm and measured. "We can grab brunch if you like. I can learn more about the guy who just gave me the fuck of my life."

"Yeah," I said.

Now as we uncoupled and rinsed off in the bathroom before getting dressed again, I was having second doubts, and maybe I was leading him on too much. I absolutely didn't want anything serious with this guy. After today, I'd probably half forget him. This was just my hormones talking.

He seemed to read me. "You OK, man?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He gave me an empathetic look. "Don't worry, I know I'm just a piece of tail to you. But I'm starving... why don't we get a bite and then you can get back to your bachelor party duties?"

I smiled. "Sounds good," I said. I stepped up and kissed him, softly. Wrapping my arms around his waist and enjoying the height difference.

"My name's Curt," he said.

"Brendan," I said.

[sxulcxtcher]

( cheating , feminization , mind break , minor breeding kink? )

i don’t condone cheating… usually. working at the office was so boring for him, while it gave him good money and a well off retirement plan - he couldn’t help but feel a void in his life. his wife at home was amazing, supportive and kindhearted. anything a man could ask for, she was never the issue… maybe it was something else in his life.

he met you drunk at a bar, the two of you hitting it off so well you ended up fucking at a hotel. he woke up the next morning with a deep dread and a card with your number on it… for weeks he didn’t contact you, overwhelmed with guilt but the memories of that night haunted him. you were all he needed to fill that void in his life, he remembered the mind-shattering pleasure of that night and he desperately craved more of it.

eventually, he called you back. it started with a hook up once every couple months, then once a month, once every couple weeks, once a week… now he’s begging to fuck everyday after work. his slow dive into sinful depravity, you happily watched it all and you enjoyed it.

“mm.. baby.. how ‘bout you wear a little outfit for tonight?” you hum and kiss the top of his head, he’s ever so eager to try something new. he eagerly nods his head as you hand him the bag. looking inside, there’s a raunchy school girl uniform with sheer thigh highs and a plaid mini skirt. the uniform top cut more akin to a crop top with a silk tie. he gulps and looks up at you, hesitant to decline but you spoke first. “put it on sweetie, you’ll look great.”

he nervously walks out of the bathroom, heading to the hotel bed where you’re laying. his outfit; the shirt barely below his nipples and the skirt barely concealing his needy hard-on. “i told you, you look fantastic baby.” you smile and sit up from the bed, he nervously climbs up the bed and crawls into your lap. “this is… embarrassing… you know i’m 29 right…” you chuckle and nod, leaning into the crook of his neck and kissing down the side of his jaw. “and? you seem to be enjoying this more than me…” he huffs in response but you can see the hearts in his eyes.

tears rolled down his face as he bobbed his head down your fat cock, you two have been having sex for months but god. you were so big, he still had troubles. “can’t believe i have a pretty girl sucking me off right now.” you tease, he furrows his eyebrows at the comment before slowly lowering his head. “ah-ah… hold on…” you pull his head off from your cock, through tear stained lashes - he looks up at you with a frown.

“w-why…” he coughs out, wiping the bottom of his lip. “i’m a bit impatient today.”

he couldn’t breathe feeling your cock rock aggressively against his prostate… his legs stretched above his head with you hovering over him, sandwiching him in a cute mating press <3 “m-mngh~! t-ttoo r-rroughh-! a-aah~!” his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, the bed shaking harder with every thrust.

“maybe i should make you my wife? you already take my cock so well anyways…” you sneered, honestly you expected him to be out of it but hearing your comment made him tighten up a little more. don’t say things like that to him, he’ll think you mean it </3

“t-ttoo f-ffull…” what round was this? whatever round it was, he was laid on his stomach with you pounding into the plush of his ass. “i’m making sure my darling wife gets knocked up.” you coo in his ear, eliciting a pathetic whine from his lips. “o-oouh… i-i’ll c-ccumm again…!”

he stuffs his head into the pillow beneath him as your thrusts turn faster and rougher. he’s breathless until you finally cum in his hole pussy. his body tensing up before falling limp, his thighs twitching and slightly reddened.

he whimpers feeling you pull out, instead replacing your dick with two fingers. “can’t have my seed go to waste now…” he dumbly nods in head in response, a little giddy from all the cum inside of him.

“another round? i wanna make sure my wife’s womb is filled to the brim.” ah… he can feel himself falling in love with you by the second <3

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don’t cheat guys ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3

at least he’s happy… not betaread as always, i hope you enjoyed this story~

hope you have a wonderful day as always - 🎀

RAHHHHHHHHHH

[pinkkittysaw]

CAGED IN

chastity - leon s. kennedy

pairing: leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

word count: 856

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI, you will be blocked!) “dom” reader, chastity/cock cage, “blowjob”, “handjob”, ball worship, slight degradation, dirty talk, spit, begging, petnames (baby), referring to leon as a “pet”, mentions of ada wong, use of the words “god” and “christ”

a/n: i’m proud to say that this is posted in collaboration with @ficsforgaza for their kinktober event! be sure to check out the other wonderful creators involved here! (heed the content warnings) also be sure to check out my “sponsor a whip” post, here!

dividers & graphics by @/ficsforgaza

"Naughty naughty naughty," you tsk toward the squirming blonde in your bed.

After hearing about yet another unplanned rendezvous with a certain Ada wong during his impromptu rescue mission to save the president's daughter, you finally decided to take matters into your own hands.

You and Leon had talked at length about chastity cages before, having him test and try out different ones, but they hadn’t yet been fully implemented until today.

Truthfully, it wasn’t his fault that wherever he went, Ada would follow, but the cage would serve as a reminder, to both her and Leon, of who was boss.

How were you supposed to know that the poor thing would get so turned on after affixing the device to him?

So here he was, cargo pants pulled down to his thighs, painfully aroused, despite his inability to get fully hard.

“Poor baby," you tease, a mix of diluted cruelty and faux sympathy in your voice. “You wanna cum?”

Leon nods quickly. His pale bangs fall in his face.

"Yes, baby, please.”

You smirk a little, kneeling on the bed before situating yourself over him. Bending over, you begin kissing his neck while walking your fingers down his body to where the plastic cage sits. You brush over the sensitive flesh of his cock before moving to cup his heavy balls.

“You wanna cum so fucking bad, don’t you? You naughty thing,” you whisper to him, words filled with snark and amusement as you knead his sac.

“Fucking christ-“ he groans as he attempts to buck his hips into your hand.

“I don’t think so,” you murmur, reaching under your bed to pull out the special box of toys you stashed for nights like this.

Tipping off the lid, you pull out a dildo that’s similar to Leon’s cock,  both in skin tone and in glorious length, before setting it down near his thigh.

“If you want to cum,“ you tug his black t-shirt over his pectorals, squeezing the muscle freely, “you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Leaning back toward him again, you kiss down his body, making your way to where he demands your attention most. You start to lap at the ash brown strands of hair that make up his happy trail as he begins to fidget even more.

You place the dildo in front of his actual cock, which is now straining against the confines of his cage, and use a little suction so that it sticks to his skin. You tease the tip of the fake cock with your tongue while giving it a couple strokes in your fist.

“Oh baby, that’s not fair." He bites his lip as he watches you, unable to look away.

“What’s not fair?” You kiss the tip before sucking the silicone into your mouth, taking it as far as it’ll go before coming back for air, dropping a pool of saliva onto the now slick material.

“Your punishment? Or the fact that you needed to be locked up in the first place?”

You sink down onto the dildo again, bobbing up and down slowly, putting in your best work while maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

His hips rock slightly, not with enough force to make you pull away, but not hard enough to get any sort of pleasure. He squirms, white knuckling the sheets that lay beneath him as he endures your sweet torture.

Your hand reaches down to fondle his balls once more, causing another groan to choke its way out of his throat.

“God-“

You moan around the plastic dick, the dampened vibrations blooming in Leon’s navel. Unrestrained, his hand reaches toward your head, preemptively trying to guide your wanting mouth further and further on the dildo.  You swat him away, pulling off the cock with a small wet pop.

“You better start fucking begging.”

You kiss down the shaft of the dildo and over his cage before you reach his testicles, going back and forth between kissing each one while your fist moves back to stroking.

“Baby-“

“I said fucking beg, Leon!” You demand.

"Please, baby, fuck, please let me cum.”

“I’m not so sure you deserve it,” you suckle one of his balls into your mouth, moaning around it.

His back arches wildly now, his plump ass a good few inches into the air. Your fingers are met with his own as he jerks the dildo messily, tightening your grip on the material as pleas and whimpers fall from his lips in quick succession.

You ponder his words for a moment, suckling on the skin as he bargains for your compliance. You can see he’s at the end of his rope, his teeth digging into the skin of his lower lip as he holds back the orgasm he so desperately craves.

“Cum for me, pet,” and with one final suck that hollows out your cheeks, he’s twitching in your mouth, the reflexes in his hips jerking slightly. His seed oozes in between the slits on the cage, effectively soiling himself.

Your smirk down at him as his high begins to wane.

“Think you’ve finally learned your lesson, Leon?”

[wheels-of-despair]

A Situation Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: There's only one thing in the world that could make Eddie turn Evil Woman Action down… and it's down there. Contains: Embarrassment, vague mentions of an uncomfortable development in a sensitive area, lying, angry eating, Uncle Wayne being glad he doesn't have the full story, kind of a fight, eventual reconciliation… oh, and some good old-fashioned fruit-fucking. Words: 2.4k

Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

Other Note: This will never come close to My Beloved Melon Fic, but @fictionaldaze bullied me into another fruit fic anyway. Enjoy! 😂

"Hey," she purrs. Wrapping her arms around his waist. Nuzzling her face into his chest. Breathing out a satisfied sigh that permeates his t-shirt and warms his skin more than the afternoon sun beaming down in the parking lot of Hawkins High.

Eddie relaxes into her and inhales deeply, getting a heavenly whiff of his favorite smell: his one and only.

"Wanna go fool around?" she mumbles.

Eddie feels his dick twitch at the suggestion. No! Stop that!

"Uh… can't today. Promised Wayne I'd scrub the bathroom." Right. Bathroom. Cleaning. Scum in the tub. Hair in the drain. Things that are not at all sexy.

"Need help?" She would really help him with this? That's so sex--NO. Not sexy! Plunger! Wads of slimy hair! The smells!

"Nah, wouldn't want to subject you to that."

She sighs, but it's not the good kind of sigh. She's getting mad. This is the third time this week that he's rejected her advances. And he feels terrible about it. But it's for her own good! Really!

There's something going on down there. He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't know why it's there. He doesn't know how he got it. But he knows that it's ruining his fucking life.

Is it a disease? A rash? Something he picked up in the locker room? Or The Hideout's bathroom, which hasn't been cleaned since 1959? It looks a little less horrifying that it did yesterday, but what if it's a fake-out? What if that's what it wants him to think? What if it's contagious? What if he gave it to her? He'd never forgive himself.

He'd picked up the phone to call the free clinic three times. Once, he even dialed a few numbers before hanging up. He was too ashamed to show anyone, even if they could help him. He'd rather just let his dick fall off and die horny and alone.

"What's with you this week? You're usually all over me, but you have now turned me down THREE times. What are you, on the rag?" She's pulled away. She's glaring. Not good.

"I'm just… not in the mood," he lies, rubbing the back of his neck.

She rolls her eyes and starts walking in the other direction.

"I thought I was taking you home?"

"Not in the mood," she yells without looking back.

Fuck.

Eddie watches her stomp onto the big yellow school bus that she loathes. Oh, boy, is he in for it.

Stop that, he grumbles at himself, adjusting the front of his jeans with a wince as he hops into his van. He speeds home wondering what's more likely to happen first; his dick shriveling up and falling off, or his girl getting mad enough to rip it off and feed it to him. Either way, he's fucking doomed.

When he gets home, he enters quietly, hoping not to disturb a snoring Wayne. He steps into the bathroom to rid himself of the Mountain Dew he sucked down at lunch… and glares at the object of his ruination. Betrayed by his own cock. He sighs at the sight of it - although it does look less alarming than it did yesterday - and after a gentle shake, stuffs it back into his boxers with a hiss.

Eddie's stomach rumbles while he's washing his hands. Don't want that spreading, he thinks as he dries his hands on his shirt. He tiptoes to the kitchen and stares into the pathetically stocked cabinets, hoping for a snack to present itself. He never had this problem at her house. As soon as they got there, she'd throw a bunch of seemingly random stuff together and turn it into something creative that he'd happily bust a gut on… if Gareth would let him.

Shit. Forgot he was supposed to take some of the guys home. It's literally why they were there, loitering in the parking lot instead of peeling out of Hawkins High like two bats outta hell.

Eddie sighs and reaches for a can of pineapple. He'll save the Spaghetti-O's for dinner. And definitely go buy some damn groceries tomorrow.

He grabs the dull can opener, and after a fight, finally gets the top most of the way off. He bends it out of his way and grabs a fork from the dish drainer, leaning up against the kitchen counter to eat right there and reflect on what a shit-show his life has become.

She bought him the pineapple. And the fruit cocktail he ate a few days ago. And the green beans Wayne heated up for dinner last night. Just walked right in and started putting away groceries and lecturing him on "vitamins" and "minerals" and "eating a damn vegetable every once in a while."

He'd blushed and thanked her at the time, but now he wishes he could thank her over the kitchen table. Hard. Deep. Fuck. Stop it!

He stabs a ring of pineapple and lifts it out of the can, letting it drip for a second before tilting his head back and cramming the circle into his mouth. He stares at the takeout coupons on the fridge as he chews, wishing anything sounded appealing right now.

He'll never get to thank her properly ever again. Not that he'd have a reason to, since he'd rejected her so many times, she didn't even want him anymore. What an idiot. He had one thing going for him, and his dick fucked it all up.

He stabs another ring and lifts it to his mouth, spilling the juice down his chin and onto the front of his shirt. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and chews angrily.

Why does his mouth feel weird?

Eddie looks at the can. Ingredients: Pineapple. Pineapple juice. This isn't any different than the other can, is it?

Oh.

He didn't exactly eat the other can.

He'd opened the can a few nights ago, being unable to find any proper junk food as a midnight snack, and after he got the lid off... he looked down to see a perfect hole just waiting for him.

He'd been all alone. So lonely. Thinking about his girl.

A strong man would've been able to say no to that perfect hole.

But Eddie Munson was not a strong man.

But after… wait.

Is this it?

Is he allergic to pineapple?

Did he stick his dick in something he's fucking allergic to?

The realization makes him choke. He coughs, leaning over the kitchen sink as chunks of yellow devil-fruit fly out of his mouth at high speeds.

"Y'alright, boy?"

Shit. He woke Wayne up.

Eddie tries to answer, but it kicks off another coughing fit.

When he finally catches his breath and rinses the sink out, he turns… to see Wayne sitting at the table.

"I taught you to chew before you swallow, right?"

"Yes," Eddie sighs with a roll of his eyes. And then he remembers what set him off. "Can you be allergic to pineapple?"

"Is that what you were choking on?"

"Yeah."

"You ate fruit voluntarily?"

"For the very last time. Am I allergic?"

"Mouth feel weird?"

Eddie nods.

"Bromelain."

"What?"

"Bromelain. Meat tenderizer."

"I didn't eat any freakin' meat tenderizers!"

"It's in the pineapple. That's what makes your mouth feel weird. Something with the enzymes trying to bite back or something, I don't know. Used to bother your grandma real bad."

"So it's genetic? I'm allergic?"

"Can you breathe?"

"Yeah."

"Just a weird feelin'?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, shifting uncomfortably.

"You'll be fine. It'll ease up when you quit eatin' it."

Son of a bitch.

"Wayne, I gotta go. Sorry for waking you up."

"Almost time to get up anyway. Stop by the store on your way back."

"I will," Eddie says, darting around Wayne and grabbing his keys.

A knock on your bedroom door interrupts your wallowing.

"No," you grumble into your pillow. When the bus dropped you off a few minutes ago, you'd walked straight to your bed and fallen into it face-first. You hadn't moved since.

You'd spent the loud and bumpy ride home wondering why Eddie didn't want you anymore. You don't know what changed. He was always ready to go at the drop of a hat. Hell, he'd get horny if the wind changed directions and blew against him just right. And then, all of a sudden… nothing. Even when you made the first move - which he used to love - you got shut down. What was the fucking problem?

You hear your door open, and wish you had the energy to throw something at your dumb brother.

But Eddie is the one who crawls into bed next to you.

You don't want to look at him. You turn your head so you're facing the other direction.

"I brought you a flower."

"Kay."

"I stole it from Mrs. Wallace's garden."

You smile, even though he can't see you. Mrs. Wallace is the old bat down the street from him who's always yelling at kids for playing too loudly and creating a public nuisance. Like her screeching isn't a public nuisance of its own. It's a wonder she has any blooms left, with all her spite-pickers.

"I love you," he says.

"Doesn't feel like it."

Eddie sighs a deep sigh.

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, a week ago, you were practically humping my leg every time we got a second alone together. Now it's like…"

"It's not like that."

"What's it like, then?"

"I had… I had kind of a scare."

He pauses so long, you prod him with a "Continue."

"I had kind of a situation down there and I thought something was wrong but it's getting better and I didn't want to freak you out."

You turn your head back toward Eddie, who is lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. "A situation?" you ask.

"It was nothing, it's getting better, everything's okay, it'll be back to normal in a few days."

"A situation like a zit, or a situation like something you need to go to the clinic for?"

His face goes red. Your blood turns to lava. You prop yourself up on your elbows and glare down at him.

"Because I know I'm clean, and since you were a fucking virgin when we met, there is no reason for you to--"

"It's not that!" he cuts you off.

"Because if it's that, you need to tell me right the fuck now."

"It's not!"

"Then what the fuck is it, Eddie?!"

He brings his hands to his face and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"Eddie!"

"I…" he squirms. "Did something stupid."

"How stupid?" you spit.

"So stupid we're gonna laugh about it one day."

"Spit it out, fucker."

He spreads his hands to cover more of his face.

"Eddie," you warn him.

He slowly drags his fingers down his face and exhales.

"Ifuckedacanofpineapple."

"What?"

He winces.

"I fucked a can of pineapple."

He… what?

"And apparently there's something in pineapple that I'm allergic to or something? Wayne said my grandma had it too. But it fucked me up for a few days and getting hard hurt so fucking bad and that's why I've been distant but it's getting better and it's gonna be fine."

You stay silent for a minute, trying to process Eddie's confession. How the fuck… why the fuck… how?

"You fucked a can of pineapple?"

Eddie rubs his face. "Yeah."

"How?"

"I just… don't make me say it."

"Oh, you're gonna say it," you tell him, turning to lie on your side. "I need details. I need to know everything."

"No you don't."

"Eddie, I have never wanted to understand something so desperately in my life. Explain it, or we're going into the kitchen for a demonstration."

"No!" he barks, instinctively drawing his legs up and covering his crotch.

"Explain!"

He whines, and he squirms, and he looks at you pathetically. But you're far too curious to let this slide. Eddie pulls the pillow out from under his head and covers his face with it.

"Edward."

He lets out a long groan, and eventually moves the pillow out of his face. He hugs it to his chest.

"I was high and bored and lonely and hungry and I figured I'd try it so I could tell you I ate fruit and you'd be proud of me and stuff and I got the top off and there was just this… big… wet… hole? UGH!" Eddie groans and flips over to his stomach, taking the pillow with him to cover his head. You watch him wallow in his misery, becoming more amused by the second.

"Oh my god," you say in wonder. "I'm in love with a moron who literally fucked a can of pineapple."

Eddie tilts his head just enough so that you can make out his mumble: "I took it out."

"Took what out?"

"The can had sharp edges. I took out the pineapple and put it in a sour cream container before…"

You snort. He hides his face again, and you picture Eddie Munson dumping a can of pineapple rings into an old sour cream container the Munsons use as Tupperware and going to town on it. Right there in the kitchen. Sloshing pineapple juice down his legs and the cabinets and onto the floor.

You lose it. You cackle until your sides ache and tears stream down your face. You wipe them away with the backs of your hands, and look to Eddie. He's less red, but still clearly embarrassed as he stares at the ceiling.

"I take it you're not mad?" he asks.

"That you cheated on me with a can of fruit?" Another giggle fit erupts, and he lays there calmly while it passes. "Sorry," you say finally. "So you're allergic to pineapple?"

"I think it's safe to say that it's not something I'll be trying again anytime soon."

"What did it do to you?" you ask curiously.

"It kinda… it… uh… wasn't pretty."

"Can I see it?"

"No."

"Are you okay?"

"Will be."

You scooch closer, and he holds out his arm so you can snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest and slide your hand across his stomach until it reaches the other side.

"I'm glad you're okay," you say quietly. Eddie's hand begins stroking up and down your back. A thought occurs to you, and you smirk. "But it serves you right for trying to cheat on me with a can of fruit."

[hypnoneghoul]

If you feel up to it puppy mountain swissalps thoughts maybe :00

didn't know if i wanted to make it horny or cute so this is both i guess but also it sucks so whatever

puppy play (kinda), vaginal sex, transmasc swiss

“Easy, puppy, easy,” Swiss grunts into the mattress, but Mountain doesn’t seem to be hearing him as he humps away at the multi ghoul’s ass whining and whimpering. It’s not enough, but he can’t get more, doesn’t know how to. He’s too gone for that.

Mountain’s got Swiss face down ass up on their bed, his hips held high with the earth ghoul’s claws. He’s frantic with need, but Swiss doesn't mind it. He highly enjoys it, actually; having a big desperate puppy of a ghoul clawing at his back and whining for him.

“Come on, big guy,” he says, wiggling his ass. He’s dripping down onto the bed now, too slippery for Mountain to even get himself inside his cunt. All he can manage is to rub his rock hard cock against Swiss’ asscheeks and back, smearing precum on his skin. “You can do it, put it in. Fuck me, pup.”

The earth ghoul mewls. The thing is he can’t do it and he’s about to start crying because it hurts and he has to get his dick into Swiss’ cunt now. 

Swiss knows it and he figures Mountain’s had enough. The multi ghoul curls his tail around his cock and guides him in as best as he can, considering that Mountain’s shaking and he himself can’t see anything.

They both moan when the head of the earth ghoul’s cock finally pops into Swiss’ entrance, and Mountain wastes no more time. He’s going to cum in seconds, anyway.

He shoves himself all the way in, folds his sweaty body over his mate’s back and starts to fuck him with little, rabbit-quick thrusts that make Swiss go nearly limp. He moans as Mountain all but abuses his cervix, panting over his back with his tongue lolled out and drool dripping onto Swiss’ skin. “Tha–ah–t’s i–it, pup–py. Fuck m–me good.”

Mountain’s gone, fucking away with no care in the world apart from Swiss’ hot, tight cunt squeezing his cock. Neither of them get any warning before the earth ghoul howls and shudders as he comes, shoving himself in as deep as he’ll go and emptying his balls inside his mate, filling him up with cum.

There’s no way for the multi ghoul to just come like this. He’s enjoying the state of his mate more than the actual feeling and if he wants to cum he’ll have to do it himself. This time.

Swiss sneaks his tail to wrap around his middle and the tip of it to work over his clit. He starts to rub and with it all the onslaught of sensation finally becomes pleasurable. Really pleasurable. 

“Fuck, so–so good, puppy, such a good boy,” Swiss moans and it doesn’t take much more for him to cum, too, clenching around Mountain to truly milk him dry. The earth ghoul goes limp first, drained of the energy that he had too much of, and presses his mate down into the bed. Swiss huffs, but he doesn’t complain.

Mountain whines on top of him, rubbing his face against Swiss’ shoulders and licking sloppily at his neck for no apparent reason. It tickles and the multi ghoul giggles. “Can you get yourself out and off of me, puppy, so we can cuddle properly?”

The earth ghoul chuffs but rolls off of him, pulling out. He sits up, waiting for Swiss to move and get comfortable, and as he does he can’t help but chuckle at his mate. Mountain looks so thoroughly fucked out. He’s completely blissed out with his eyes big and his chest heaving.

He looks absolutely adorable.

Once Swiss settles, he tells him as much, “You’re so cute, big guy. My cutest puppy, aren’t ya?”

Mountain’s tail wags happily and he crawls into his mate’s lap. He curls into a ball as little as possible and kicks up a loud, rumbly purr that rattles both of them. Swiss laughs once again, wrapping his arms around the earth ghoul and pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Mine.”

[tiredofthehumanlife]

So we’re all trans?

Barbie dolls: t4t!Jegulus x genderfluid!reader

Word: 3.3k ish

Summary: James and Regulus are nervy to tell you they’re trans while you are nervy to tell them you’re genderfluid and hilarity ensues

Warnings: Lightning McQueen, Shrek, Spiderman, and Peter Pettigrew mentioned, James is a kale freak, I talked like a lot most of which was not necessary, mentions: shots (testosterone), getting vaccinations, cheating, domestic homicide, medieval torture, your experience with genderfluidity(it’s going to be a word for today) might not align with mine but i kept it as vague as possible, a bit of a Disney channel moment but just like ignore the cringe baby it's fine it adds character, you place your hands on your hips but it's not like “you place your tiny baby girl hands on your voluptuous hips in girly frustration” yk so it works for whatever gender you're feeling🩷, insecure feelings in gender identity, everybody is worried the other is going to break up with them bc they’re trans so it's like hypothetical transphobia, you wear pants, jamie used once, yeah i think thats it please read the author’s note i want to cover all my bases to make sure this doesn’t have unintended messages right okay cool

A/n: I'm going to use the small text bc I'm going to be yapping a lot so I apologize to all the bad vision freaks(I can't see two inches in front of my face) right so I just wanted to say that both James and Regulus had medically assisted transitions (that feels like a right phrasing) reg had top surgery, James takes puberty blockers, and they both take T I just wanted to say that you do not have to take anything or do anything to be valid in your trans identity some people can’t afford surgeries and some people don't want them and everybody is valid (except for those people who are like “me when the trans guy with triple d’s gets mad I mess up their pronouns” they can suck my 12-foot long dick) I just wanted to say this because I didn’t want someone to read this and feel like they don’t count because they didn’t follow these two rich boys’ paths okay awesome

request: right here dickhead

James and Regulus have been dating for years. Strangely enough, they had been taking care of each other since day one. It was truly simple, once they moved in together their acts of service quadrupled. Suddenly James was sitting with Regulus on the edge of the bathtub, gently removing his chest tape. Regulus decided chest tape wasn’t enough, and James was reaching the shelves over Regulus’ elbow height for him. James became a supreme master at making soup while Regulus was in recovery from his top surgery. Eventually, Regulus was healed and extremely joyous. He was wandering around the house with his shirt off just for the hell of it. Regulus was prancing down the porch stairs to get the mail in only his James’ plaid pajama pants and cat slippers.

James was lucky enough to have loving accepting parents. He started puberty blockers early on and eventually, he swapped them out for testosterone so he neglected the want and or perceived need for a top surgery. James, after having years of practice, lost his uneasiness towards the injections. Regulus, however, was extremely terrified of needles. As a kid, he was practically breaking Sirius’ hand from his grip when he needed to get his vaccinations. Before he met James, Sirius would do them for him. Now, Regulus would stand in the kitchen covering his eyes with his forearm and turning away as far as he could. James would inject the shot as fast as possible, rewarding Regulus’ bravery with 80 kisses on his cheek and ice cream.

They were out to their friends, but it wasn’t exactly something mentioned frequently. It didn’t really matter all that much. Barty would call you a dickhead no matter what was in your pants. Marlene was similar but her go-to insult was ‘ bitchey-bitch-bitch-stupid-face’, friends only of course. You can’t have that insane unfiltered language out with strangers. Lily loved everyone, closing off every single phone call with ‘I love you’ even if it was customer service.

Peter was similar although instead he thanked people by saying ‘I appreciate you’. He once mentioned how he was working at a restaurant having a horrible day. He was yelled at more than thrice in a row, and he was certain if someone called him one more bad name he’d burst into tears. Then this woman came in, who appeared to have met the first dinosaur, and she was so kind to him. When she left she said ‘Thanks, baby. I appreciate you.’ And he sobbed in the freezer. Peter immediately engraved it into his dictionary. All their friends knew, but it was like knowing their favorite letter; it’s nice to know but that information doesn’t really come into play very frequently.

Then they met you. Regulus had dragged James to the bookstore. James loved going to the bookstore with Regulus. Regulus liked wandering for hours. He liked scanning the backs and summaries inside the front cover. James liked the bookstore mainly because Regulus liked it. He also liked looking through the cookbooks and workout guides. Sometimes when the story was empty he’d head towards the kid section, squeeze himself into one of the tiny plastic chairs, and do the puzzles. Eventually when Regulus would finish looking, a hefty stack in his arms, he’d find James. Usually, James would brag about how ‘those dumbasses’ had nothing on him. He finished eight puzzles in under a minute. Regulus would remind him the puzzles had six pieces each.

That time was different though. James had looked through all the cookbooks, finding one he liked. James looked at a few of the workout books, getting bored when they said something he didn’t agree with. He finished all the puzzles made for toddlers, and yet his boyfriend still wasn’t done. It was odd. So James went on a search for Regulus. He checked the poetry section first, no Regulus. He went to the fantasy next, no dice. James stalked up and down every aisle. His ears perched up at the sound of Regulus’ voice. It was a bit strange, Regulus didn’t usually volunteer to socially interact with anyone. James assumed he got trapped into small talk, rushing to his boyfriend’s rescue.

James found Regulus actually grinning with a stranger. James didn’t even know he could do that. Regulus was holding a book open, letting you lean to look over his shoulder. You both looked more than excited to finally meet somebody you could talk to about your favorite book. The more James looked at you, the more he understood why Regulus was so happy to talk to you. Delectable was a nasty word to use to describe a person so James opted instead for extremely stunning. Eventually with Regulus’ book opinions and James’ cheesy flirting, their couple grew into a throuple.

Your relationship is a little fresh now. In the way that you had no idea what either of their pajamas looked like but you knew exactly where their spoons were. James and Regulus weren’t entirely sure if you would accept them with open arms if they shared every part of them, including their favorite letter. They stayed silent for the most part, letting you stay ignorant just this once.

You were harboring your own skeleton in the closet. You haven’t told them you are genderfluid, and you haven’t told them how many frustrations that caused. You love who you are but for fucks sake could it be just a smidge easier? Your secret was weighing on you. It was all you could think about while you were out with your two amazing boyfriends. If you told them they could disprove and break up with you on the spot. They could also accept you but an overthinking mind never seems to be optimistic.

Your boyfriends seemed to notice your mood change, worried now you might’ve put together a couple of context clues and realized maybe they aren’t cis. What if now you were disgusted by them? James squashed that idea when Regulus voiced it, though it still lingered with him. Regulus knew James was just trying to relieve him of his worries but Regulus still appreciated his attempt.

Finally, the camel’s back broke and you were heading straight to their shared home. It was edging towards their bedtime the sun had set a couple of hours ago, fully relying on their warm lamps. They both had changed into their matching pajamas; plaid pants and Spiderman t-shirts. Regulus had slippers with tiny cat ears on the top and little cat faces on them. James however had Lighting McQueen slippers that lit up when he took a step. They were cute when he first got them but the novelty wore off rather quickly and now Regulus complains that James’ shoes give him a headache. Regulus settled into the barstool behind the kitchen counter with his reward ice cream. James leaned against the counter across from him, slurping very loudly on his smoothie. James jutted it out to Regulus.

“Want some?” Regulus looked up at James with a raised eyebrow.

“James, if I ever say I want some of your kale and banana smoothie, I give you full permission to assassinate me. Preferably quickly.” James pouted, pointing the lip of his glass back towards himself. Regulus rolled his eyes and took another bite of his ice cream.

“You could’ve just said no, also what did we say about suicide jokes?” James said, pointing over his shoulder at the small whiteboard on the fridge that said ‘6 days without a suicide joke’ in James’ handwriting. Regulus dropped his spoon back into his bowl, feeling particularly peeved at the unjust accusation.

“No, no. That’s not suicide, that's homicide. Two entirely different things. You can’t dock my streak just because you didn’t find the joke funny.” Regulus stuck his finger at James. James pushed Regulus’ finger away, leaning forward to steal a kiss from him. James pulled away, taking another sip of his smoothie as Regulus took another spoonful.

“No offense, babe, but I’m not sure if I know anyone who would find domestic homicide funny,” James added, with his straw still in his mouth. Regulus scoffed.

“That’s because you have lame friends,” James’ jaw dropped in offense at Regulus’ words. “Barty would find it hilarious, and Dorcas would find it mildly amusing.” Regulus retorted, grinning like he won their game. James pressed his lips together in disapproval. As he was opening his mouth to continue the verbal play fight, a knock on their door interrupted him. They both shared a look of confusion. James shrugged, leaving his smoothie on the counter to get to the door.

“See but Barty finds The Pear of Anguish funny,” James argued, his slippers lighting up on his way to the door.

“Barty’s a masochist, I’m not sure what you were expecting when you took him to that museum,” Regulus muttered into his bowl as James peered out the peephole. James hummed in a confused tone, opening the door to find you. You were not in pajamas and you looked rather stressed.

“Hey sweetheart, you okay?” James asked, worry lacing his words. He moved back letting you step into their foyer. Regulus looked up at James’ words. He doesn’t usually greet the door-to-door salesman like that. Regulus quietly joined you two at the door, he understood James’ greeting now but didn’t understand why you were visiting them looking so frazzled. You looked them both up and down, slightly pausing at James’ shoes. You shrugged your coat off, placing it on their coat rack. James found it at a thrift store and Regulus repainted it.

“You two look dashing.” You muttered as you straightened your shirt. Regulus glanced down at his pajamas, suddenly feeling slightly judged. He crossed his arms over the very large print of Spiderman.

“James picked it out,” Regulus whispered, trying to ignore the stinging on his cheeks. James’ chest puffed out, taking a wider stance and pulling at the end of his shirt so you can see the picture better.

“Aren’t we cute?” James said, confidence making him smile brighter. You nodded.

“Yeah, gotta love Spiderman.” You squished your lips together. Even with your words seeming relaxed your nerves were spreading to Regulus. James seemed to taste the uneasiness in the air.

“Are you alright? If this was planned I would’ve gotten you a shirt.” James reached over, rubbing Regulus’ shoulder to give him silent support. You nodded, staring at the ground to take in a deep breath.

“Right yeah. Sorry to drop in on you guys, but I think we need to talk.” You said, giving yourself a breath to steady yourself. Regulus felt his stomach jump into his throat. It felt tighter now, his heartbeat reaching his ears. Regulus glanced over to James, finding he was already looking. James gave him a tiny smile that Regulus could tell was forced.

“Yeah absolutely.” James brightly said, gesturing towards the living room. You lead the way. Regulus moved his hands to the back of his neck, trying to soothe himself. James noticed, grabbing both of Regulus’ shoulders to rub them, waddling behind Regulus. James kissed Regulus on his temple. Regulus reminded himself that even if what he thought was happening was happening, he’d still have James in the end.

Regulus and James settled on the couch, holding onto each other for emotional support. You started pacing in front of them, walking from one end of James’ favorite rug to the other. James intertwined his fingers with Regulus’, letting Regulus fiddle with them in his lap. It was better than biting his nails. ‘I should get a whiteboard for nail biting’ James thought to himself before zoning back in on your rapid pacing. Regulus’ eyes were following you with panic behind his head movements. Your anxiety was dripping out through your hands, slapping them together over and over again. James was starting to worry that Regulus would get hypnotized moving his eyes back and forth like that.

“You know, darling. I learned the hard way that anxious thoughts are like burps; better out than in.” James offered, hoping it would soothe you a little. You paused your pacing behind the coffee table, turning to face James.

“Did you just quote Shrek?” James clenched his jaw, feeling caught. James saw Regulus turning his head slowly to look at him out of the corner of his eye. James let out a nervous and breathy chuckle.

“It’s good advice,” James muttered, slipping further down the couch. You sighed and faced them both. You held your hands behind your back. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Right okay so I need to come clean to you two, I’ve been hiding something for a while now. It’s been stressing me out a lot and I think I would rather risk our relationship than have to go through this alone.” Regulus squeezed James’ hands tighter. James had flashbacks to Regulus getting a shot at the doctor's office.

“Is there another person?” Regulus abruptly said, cutting into your steady breathing time. You looked up at him shocked, quickly shaking your head.

“Oh, no, no, no. No. I would never do that. I would never cheat on you guys.” You quickly rushed out, like Regulus might implode if you didn’t get it out fast enough. James moved to make a fast joke, pushing a small bit of the thick tension out the door with a broom.

“I haven’t been cheating. Have you, Reg?” James asked with a pained grin. Regulus knew his tactics, joining in to shove some of his anxiety behind a potted plant.

“Not that I’m aware of.” Regulus felt himself let out a strained laugh that came out more like a cat hacking up a hairball. You looked at them both with a worried look. Regulus wanted to settle your nerves, giving you his shining smile. Which was just him showing his teeth with dead eyes. You took a step back, holding both your hands up.

“Okay well don’t do that.” You whispered. Regulus relaxed his face. You shivered, shaking out your worries through your hands.

“I’m just going to say it. It’s a lot of words so maybe just sit quietly and let me spill.” You looked up at them both for their agreement. James sat up straighter, giving you all of his attention. Regulus kept his wide, slightly unsettling, eyes on you. You gave them both an awkward smile.

“I’m genderfluid. Which if you don’t know means my gender kind of flows through like all of them. I’m kind of worried about telling you this because I’m not entirely sure if you’ll still think of me the same.” Your voice cracked. You let out a breathy chuckle wagging your finger towards the ground.

“Oh you cheeky mother fucker, pull it together.” You whispered to yourself. You pushed your shoulders back, speaking again. “And it’s just a little frustrating and confusing because the whole time I’m just second-guessing myself. I just feel like no matter what I do I’m never a hundred percent confident in myself. It’s like I’m sitting there wondering-“

“wondering if you’re valid or if you made it all up?” Regulus asked, somehow making his eyes wider. You looked away from your fiddling hands to stare at him quizzically. You whispered the tiniest agreeance, James was shocked he still heard it. James decided to speak up and comfort your frustrations.

“It’s alright that you feel that way, darling. You’re entirely valid. We’ll love you no matter what, unless it’s murder-“

“Well-“

”No matter what. I want you to be your happiest, whether that be doing naked cartwheels in the backyard or making a fort under the kitchen table. Man, woman, something else, a nice mixture of both, I’m here for you. Confusion and frustration happen all the time it's alright. I think it’s important to just make sure you do whatever makes you happiest for that moment or day.” James explained. As he talked Regulus watched your shoulders sink with relaxation. Your anxious eyebrows slowly retreated back to their resting place, the worry lines on your forehead dissapeared again. James let out his own sigh, glad he got to relax his partner again.

“And on a different note, I’m trans myself so I support you on extreme levels,” James added, giving you a bright smile. Regulus scoffed next to him.

“Oh, you’re trans? Not we’re trans?” James clutched his pearls, reeling back to look at Regulus.

“Well, I’m not going to come out for you. I don’t know if you’re comfortable doing that. It’s not my story to tell.” James said, shaking his head at Regulus. Regulus muttered a few choice words at James under his breath as he turned back to you. You looked to have a million math problems in your head.

“So if we could just wrap back around, you’re both trans?” Regulus and James nodded at your question in sync. You sighed, looking around the living room. You placed your hands on your hips in exasperation.

“Just to clear everything up for those at home, I’ve walking around for weeks anxious up the wazoo for absolutely no reason?” Regulus and James glanced at each other.

“yeah.”

“it appears that way, yes.” Regulus watched you groan and drop your head in your hands.

“To throw my two cents in, it’s totally valid to feel a little discombobulated. Gender is hard and often it’s difficult to figure out what you’re truly feeling, it took me years to realize I wasn't nonbinary. It’s entirely okay that you feel like this.” Regulus said, releasing James’ hand from his grip. James’ shook his hand out, finally getting feeling back in his fingers. You gave Regulus a small smile.

“Regulus, love of my life, can I please eat your face?” Regulus smiled at you, nodding his head. You quickly made your way around the coffee table to lightly peck Regulus’ lips. You moved past Regulus to kiss James as well. You squeezed yourself between the two of them. Regulus rested his head on your shoulder, moving your hand to play with in his lap. James pressed himself against you, smushing his cheek against yours.

“I'm the love of your life too, right?” James asked, his words rolling onto your cheek. You hummed.

“Yes, Jamie.” Regulus interrupted your sweet moment.

“James, do me a favor and go get my ice cream.” James let out a loud gasp, jumping out of his seat and jogging towards the kitchen.

“My smoothie!” You wrapped your arms around Regulus, kissing his temple.

“I wasn’t insulting your shirt before, by the way.” You whispered into his hair. Regulus nodded against your arm.

“Is his smoothie worthy of stealing?” You muttered as quietly as you could so James didn’t hear you. Regulus let out a snort.

“Oh fuck no.” Regulus said before adding “I’ll give you a few bites of my ice cream.” You gasped, smacking a kiss to the apple of his cheek.

“You’re so kind.” Regulus groaned at your words.

“Not really being kind. It’s my reward for being brave, as James said. And I know that was probably scary for you so technically speaking you do deserve some of it. It has nothing to do with me it's just like the rules.” Regulus said, trying to cover up that he might actually have a heart.

“Right, the rules.” Regulus hummed. James soon returned with his smoothie and shockingly two bowls of ice cream. He handed one to you and one to Regulus. You three sat on the couch as you finished your sweet treats and smoothie. Even though technically speaking your reward was already given to you, Regulus’ spoon would randomly stick out toward you. You thanked Regulus with a peck on his cheek after each spoonful. Eventually, when his bowl was empty your spoon would jut out towards him, he was quite brave coming out to you today. James seemed to notice the food sharing, offering up a sip of his smoothie. You and Regulus both grimaced at him in sync before turning back to your bowl.

[b0n3s-is-gay]

please write sodapop x reader breeding kink smut please amd thanm you. i love ur work

Of course of course! This may be a shorter work but I promise satisfaction. :]

Family

Synopsis: Sodapop has never been shy about wanting a big family. He was always like this, before and after his parents passed. Now that he's got a wife and a job that he loves, he is dead set on getting his family.

Tags: Aged Up Sodapop, breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, hand job, mutual masturbation, porn with NO FUCKING plot

"God fucking damnit... Mph, please... Please, please, pleeease Soda! I'll be a good girl, pleaaase!!!" She whined, begging for anything as he bullied her clit and her gummy walls. His cock twitched as he thrusted and shifted to give them both the best pleasure.

He was determined to put a baby in her, breed her till she couldn't walk, make her carry his child... He wanted that soo bad, a family with her, nobody else would he rather have a family with... He could see it now... 2 kids, maybe 3, and a dog... All while he fucked every last bit of his cum into his darling wife...

Sodapop gasped as he woke up, his girlfriend laying next to him in bed. She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, the clothes hugging her figure and her ass particularly nicely. And goddamn... Did that get him hard, harder than he was from that dream.

"Love... Love wake up..." He whispered as he shifted closer to her, his morning wood pressing against her back. "Love please wake up..." He begged quietly as he moved a bit, grinding lightly against her.

"What Soda...? Something wrong?" She answered quietly, rolling over as she spoke softly.

"Yeah... I got a good 3 hours before I gotta go to work- fuckin' hell...- give me a hand here..." Soda whispered as he kept grinding on her, this time grinding against her stomach.

He did notice how her hand moved under his boxers that she took, but he did miss how she gently started to pull on his dick. He sucked in a gasp as she started to jerk him off while also fingering her cunt. He buried his burning face into her neck as he started to move, practically fucking her fist.

"F-fuck doll... Warn a guy before you start..." He moaned softly before sucking a hickey on her skin.

"Nah... Now what's got you so wound up?" She asked softly as her fingers worked in and out of her tight cunt, curling and uncurling as she fingered herself and let Soda fuck her fist.

"Ngh... Goddamn it... I had a dream, a really good 'n... I dreamt I got you pregnant, I dreamt we had 2 kids and I was fuckin' the 3rd one into ya..." Soda panted as he licked his lips and forced himself to stop. "Please let me make that dream a reality, please baby..." He begged as he stared into her lidded eyes.

To say that she was surprised was an understatement, her and Sodapop hadn't talked about having kids... But seeing how excited he got at the prospect of having them, it got something inside her going... "Alright then... Make it a reality..." She whispered as she pulled her fingers out and rested them on Soda's lips, her words breathless.

Soda quickly lunged forward like a mad man. He licked her fingers clean before kissing her passionately, letting her taste herself on his lips. Sodapop grabbed the boxers that she was wearing and pulled them off before pulling off his own pair.

"Holy hell... You have no idea how turned on I am at the thought of getting you all swollen and plump with my kids..." He whispered as he fingered her and rubbed the collected slick along his cock, using it as natural lube. He licked his lips once... Twice.. then quickly slammed into her without warning.

"A-ah!" She cried as she felt his tip slam into her without a warning. "You weren't kidding..." She panted as she tried to quickly adjust for him.

Soda squeezed his eyes shut before starting to move, fucking her like a man starved of affection. He was determined to get her pregnant, the thought of it just making him more motivated to succeed in his attempt to get his family. He gripped her hips and let his mind wander to what they would name their kids.

"if it's a girl... Can we name her Elizabeth? If it's a boy, I wanna name him Darrel, like my dad and brother..." Soda mumbled as he kissed her neck and jawline, nipping at her skin as he moved in and out of her tight cunt.

She nodded her head quickly as she closed her eyes tightly and gripped onto the sheets like they were a lifeline. She couldn't really understand what he was saying since she was too lost in the pleasure that he was giving her, but no complaints were uttered from her lips as she let him have his fun.

"Holy fuck..." Sodapop whispered as he rubbed her clit furiously. He knew what he was doing, of course, his movie star good looks did get him a lot of experience from the time he was 16 to the time he met her.

"God fucking damnit... Mph, please... Please, please, pleeease Soda! I'll be a good girl, pleaaase!!!" She begged as she moved to grind her hips up against him, begging to be filled up.

"Beg for it..." He whispered as he moved faster against her, giving her everything she wanted except for release.

"Soda, please! Please give me your children, make me a good mommy!" She cried as she looked up at him, tears sticking to her eyelashes and skin.

Sodapop looked down at her with a wicked and satisfied smirk before fucking her quickly, making her cum on his cock. He hissed as he felt her clamp down around him, making him cum just as hard.

Needless to say, Sodapop skipped work that day, calling out sick so he could spend his day doing another chore... Every event, person, and phone call was ignored for the chance to get his family... Even if it meant taking her ability to walk...

[fever4theflavor69]

So.... someone suggested that i share this with you all. I wasn't sure how it would go over but I am going out on a limb here. Please be gentle.

I have been lucky to have had a very fulfilling sex life. There have been things that have brought me great pleasure. There have been things that reduced me to tears. As with all things, there is both good and bad. I have made some bad choices in my life that led to those unfortunate experiences, however I do not regret them because they have made me the woman I am today.

I don't hide who I am. I don't ever judge anyone for their sexual likes, fetishes, or Kinks. That being said, I don't feel like anyone should judge me for mine either. When I am asked about my experiences or my fantasies I answer honestly because that's who i am.

This is the story of Our short lived swinger experience

Some years ago my husband and I decided we wanted to spice things up in the bedroom so we looked into the swinging lifestyle and joined a local swingers club. We begin chatting with the other couples on their chat board, and once we became trusted, we were invited to attend one of their parties. We were nervous yet excited and anticipated the night of the party to come for weeks.

On the night of the party, my husband and I drove to the address that we were given and arrived at the house. There were many cars there in that sort of freaked us out a little bit. However, we went to the door and was greeted by the hosting couple, who introduced us to the room of about 15 other couples. Everyone made us feel very comfortable.

The first hour was a lot of mingling and drinking. We all then retired into a large basement parlour filled with couches and futons. The lights were dimmed, and soft music began to play. And everyone started to kiss and fondle each other. My husband and I being the newcomers, naturally, everyone kind of flocked to us. We were the fresh meat so to speak.

There was lots of fun going on around us but a lot of action happening to us. I started out with several women and I didn't even notice it happening, but at some point it became mostly men. It wasn't until six or seven men began to undress me that I had even noticed the women were now across the room servicing my husband orally.

The men began to undress me and pleasure me sexually. I was being kissed licked groped fingered etc. I was overwhelmed in a good way. I felt like a porn star in the center of an orgy. I reached up and took the dicks into my hands and started to stroke them, while other cocks being put into my mouth, my pussy, and being slapped off my tits and nipples. All dicks that penetrated me wore condoms. That was crucial and a rule that me and my husband set forth before anything happened.

I was completely into it. I moaned loudly and really let myself go. I embraced every second of it. This was my fantasy finally happening and while it was a little distracting to make sure that I didn't exclude or ignore anyone, I was able to completely tap into my own pleasure.

It was completely enthralling to be sucking cock after cock. All shapes and sizes. To have all these strange men lusting me. To be fucking me savagely. To be exploding all over me. It made me feel like a filthy slut... But in a GOOD way.

During this, I looked across the room to see my husband surrounded by women and fucking them well eating another one. Sure I became jealous but also super excited because it looked like he had a harem and he was a king or a god. And I was okay with that because I knew I was the one going home with him. And who was I to be jealous while I wore 10 different guys cum?

We were allowed to shower at the house before we left and went home and for the most part people were very friendly in accommodating.

THAT NIGHT

In months to come other parties happened and the people became less friendly and less accommodating. They started to become pettier and jealous that me and my husband were getting all of the attention. So much so, that we stopped being invited to attend parties.

Our fun was short-lived, but those few months certainly fulfilled certain fantasies that we both wanted to experience. So well it wasn't perfect both me and my husband came out of it ahead of the game and relatively unscathed.