#i wanna suck his dick so bad and have the favour returned

[helaelaemond]

i think if i could get head from this loser i'd be fixed

[smileysuh]

- MARK LEE

works. 6 I words. 92.2k

solo works. 3 works featuring other members. 3

Aphrodisiac - Mark

☕️ synopsis. You kiss him softly at first, waiting to see how he reacts. Mark is frozen, but after a second, his hands pull you closer, his lips moving more urgently against your own. His tongue licks at you, and you open your mouth for him, accepting everything Mark is giving you on the dance floor. You hook your fingers in Mark’s belt, pulling his body flush to your own. He groans against your lips, deepening the kiss. It’s a struggle to breathe, a struggle to do anything but get lost in the demon hunter as he kisses you in a way you’ve never been kissed before. He tastes like rum, coke, and a deep longing that’s been brewing for much more than a week. His hands cradle you close, as if he never wants to let go, and you wonder for a moment if he’s wanted this for as many years as you have.

tw/cw. slight cnc (demon!Hyuck uses an aphrodisiac power to make reader and Mark fuck, but they've been into each other for years), weird voyeurism, weird demonic shows of dominance through dirty talk, dirty talk, breast worship, pussy worship, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism (fucking in a deserted alleyway), Mark has big dick energy in this, roughness, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, face riding, aphrodisiac assisted powerful orgasms, multiple reader orgasms, death, etc…

🐻 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.5k I demon hunter au

Real Talk - Mark

☕️ synopsis. “You’re Jeno’s roommate, Jeno’s my friend- I know we’ve just met, but I know things about you.” Hyuck explains. “When you were with your last girl, Jeno used to come to the bar and bitch about you never coming out- he’s been wanting you to meet the rest of the boys for a while, but never wanted to invite us over cuz your last girlfriend had some supernatural cootchie-grip hold on you or something- point is, I know you’re a serial monogamist. Two long-term girlfriends. You like the domestic shit, and I get that- but if you want domestic, it’s not our little Miss Sunshine expo girl. She can’t even sleep next to guys she’s fucked- wakes up at five am, and dips out without a word. Trust me on this, dude, you wanna stay far away from that man-eater.”

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, reader has a hard time cumming, oral (f/m receiving), Mark is a MUNCH, deep throating, fingering, masturbation, use of toys/vibrator, dirty talk, praise, Mark is a simp, sex realism, overthinking during sex, mentions of sexual favours in return for affection, a string of bad ex-lovers, breast worship, creampies, aftercare, finger sucking, drunkenness, etc… I pet names: (hers) sunshine. (his) puppy boy.

🐻 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.4k I restaurant au

Sunday Kind of Love - Mark

☕️ synopsis. Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. He’s fine watching her from afar. And he’s fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he can’t seem to get out of his head. 

tw/cw. inexperienced/soft reader, frat nct, extreme pining, tooth hurting sweetness, the softest boy in the world, a love so pure it’s going to hurt you, oral (f/m receiving), dry humping, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, switchy/no bdsm role Mark, etc..

🐻 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 35.8k I frat au

Send In The Clowns - Mark I ft. Jaehyun & Haechan

☕️ synopsis. “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

cw/ tw. clown kink? orgy, foursome, unprotected sex, semi-inexperienced reader, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, cum eating, squirting, fingering, masturbation, guided masturbation, spanking, choking, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, cum/filling kink, praise, dirty talk, first time anal, cock warming, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple reader orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, deep throating, face grinding, etc… I pet names: (hers) barbie, babe, baby.

🐻 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 10.6k I frat

Sunday Sinner - Mark I ft. Haechan

☕️ preview. “Everything is wrong,” Mark sighs. “Doing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But… as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.”

tw/cw. threesomes, inexperienced!Mark, fingering, blow jobs, deep throating, pussy eating, spit roasting, voyeurism, lots of masturbation (especially in the shower), Hyuck has a dirty mouth, sin sin sin, unprotected sex, creampies, cum play, kink for being 'full', religious contention, Mark gets hard during Sunday Service, Mark getting outed as low key virgin, proposition, Mark uses a cross necklace in sinful ways, praise, slight degradation, inklings of corruption kink, squirting, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel.(Mark's) church boy.

🐻 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 12.6k I frat

Roommates - Mark I ft. Haechan

☕️ synopsis. as Jungwoo's best friend, you have your pick of fratboys to date, including Jeno, who has a huge crush on you. But you're only attracted to Lee's that come in pairs, and you can't get roommates Mark and Hyuck off your mind.

cw/ tw. drug use (weed), threesome, pet names: baby & kitten, praise, degradation, dirty talk, spanking, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), hand job, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex, edging, body worship, cumplay/creampie, etc…

🐻 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 8.3k I frat

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[bowiebond]

Do have some HC about Byergrove -ftmJonathan and cisbilly?

- Jonathan assumes he’s a sex repulsed asexual for a long time because he’s not into the idea of being touched below the belt. He likes to finger girls, go down on either gender, feels satisfied by their own satisfaction in a weird way, but toooootally asexual.

- Maybe it’s the recent HRT shots or the fact that’s he’s more demisexual than ace, but suddenly his boyfriend is starting to look very scrumptious.

- Like get railed on their shared dorm room couch instead of watching the movie they chose for date night kind of delicious. And he’s more than a little shocked by it and the mess he’s making between his thighs at just the slow circles Billy’s tracing into his thigh that’s never done this much for him before.

- Billy’s okay with Jonathan being asexual and uninterested. Honestly, for the first few months it was more than okay. Not having a relationship centred around sex was nice, and thought he wasn’t asexual, he didn’t feel the need to push things with Jonathan.

- But Jonathan does like to please him. Likes to suck his dick and give him handjobs because “you gotta be pent up right? It’s fine, I wanna”. And Billy believes him because Jonathan gets all red and glassy eyed when Billy cums in his hand, on his face and in his mouth. He spat the first few times because he was a bit surprised by the taste being so different from girls, but Jonathan seemed to care less and less over time.

- Billy isn’t going to say no to a blowjob from his hot as fuck boyfriend, but…it gets weird over time. Like Billy starts worrying he’s being selfish, or objectifying Jonathan because he is sexually attracted to him, that he should give back, but Jonathan insists he’s not into receiving, doesn’t like to be touch below the belt because he’s ‘repulsed’.

- It causes a few arguments; not fights but disagreements because Billy feels like a shit boyfriend not being able to return the favour, or thinking of Jonathan is ways that Jonathan would find repulsive, that eventually Jonathan’s gonna leave him because he’s always making him feel like he has too, surely.

- Jonathan is quick to reassure him this isn’t a issue. It’s just how Jonathan is. And that’s okay, and if it makes Billy uncomfortable, he’s free to find a relationship he’d find more fulfilling all around. One that doesn’t make him guilty when he shouldn’t be.

- Billy always caves when he says that because he doesn’t want anyone else. He wants Jonathan, he’s just scared of ruining things between them because he’s not ace. He doesn’t want Jonathan to blow or stroke him if he’s feeling obliged, even if he looks like he’s into it, Billy knows some folks are good actors.

- It comes as a surprise when one night while making out - because that’s one thing Jonathan and him both enjoy, kissing for hours on end until their lips are swollen and sore, Billy’s hair mused by his boyfriends hands and Jonathan’s throat littered in deep red hickies - Jonathan takes his hand and guides it into his sleeping pants, a breathless “touch me” stealing Billy’s own breath away.

- Turns out the repulsion was dysphoria. Jonathan just didn’t realise it until his started to ease, being affirmed constantly by his peers and boyfriend and rarely misgendered now that he was on his T shots. He still gets the ick on bad days, but he feels more like him now, and has had time to come out of his teen angst and preconceptions of what he has to be to be a man, so sex? Sex sounds amazing.

- Billy loves being able to return the favour now. Loves playing with Jonathan extremely sensitive bottom growth, soothing the painful stretch of its growth with gentle rubbing and licks. If Jonathan isn’t shaking and crying, he’s not doing it right, because Jonathan likes how painfully good it feels to have his new dick sucked.

- Billy invested in anal lube forever ago for his own benefit, but it turns out T can dry up downstairs even if Jonathan is aching for it so Billy gets to giggle like a school boy as they go through a bunch of different lubes in a sex shop, Jonathan’s ears red with embarrassment the entire time.

- Billy sneaks away to go look at strap ons in the mean time, you know, maybe for a birthday present…for him and Jonathan, but mostly him 😏 he wants his boyfriend to rail him eventually if he finally feel like he’s into that.

- After Billy fucks Jonathan for the first time, they spend a whole three days in their dorm just christening the place. Because apparently sex feels great when Jonathan really likes someone and that someone has plenty of experience.

- Jonathan brings up anal. Just to give it a go cause, if Billy likes it, maybe he would. And he does. He actually really likes it, and he almost faints when he cums with both holes stuffed, Billy’s dick in his ass and a toy in the other.

- Jonathan mumbles that they need a strap on so Billy can fuck both at once sometime. Billy agrees wholeheartedly because holy shit his boyfriend is hot when he’s practically been fucked to exhaustion and edging of dozing off.

- Billy loves to dress Jonathan up too. Mostly in his clothes, but over all, he loves taking Jonathan shopping in the mens section and making sure he doesn’t pick something ugly or dreary. Dark colours suit him, but he pulls off white like an angel and looks gorgeous in satin and stark reds. They’re definitely the hottest couple on campus. Example:

- Jonathan loves taking a photo every month of his progression through T. Loves seeing the progress. Billy snaps polariods of him to keep in his wallet and changes it like weekly because “my boyfriend keeps getting hotter, I gotta make sure I have evidence, babe”

- He also has a polariod hidden in the inner pocket of his wallet that’s just of Jonathan naked, asleep in bed with the blanket half off his ass and his hair mused. It’s his favourite picture and he can’t leave home without it, okay? The random public semi’s is worth seeing it every day.

- Jonathan hasn’t admitted to it unlike Billy, but he also has a picture of Billy passed out, curls across his face and dick wet with cum and lube in his wallet. Jonathan masturbates to it a lot between classes or on break, because he is undeniably horny for days after having his shots and he can’t always wring it out with his boyfriend who’s just as busy with school and his part time job.

- Billy very much identifies as mostly gay (his mommy issues peak every now and then but he only really wants men romantically). Jonathan considers himself bi. Some people like to pick at them for basically being a straight couple and when it sours Jonathan’s stomach, Billy is there to bark that they’re very much gay and he’s going to fuck their mom if they don’t shut their trap…Counterproductive but the scare tactic works because they know for a fact that Billy could fuck their mom. Genuinely.

- After they graduate from college, they both start saving up for Jonathan’s top surgery because binding it becoming a nuisance and painful. Jonathan insists he’ll cover it, but Billy starts saving regardless and Jonathan just has to accept it since they’re moving in together anyway.

- When they hit their goal and Jonathan gets the surgery, Joyce and Will come all the way down to help him through the recovery since Billy has to work to keep them afloat (Will and Joyce can work from anywhere since Will is an artist and Joyce works on the phone).

- When Jonathan gets let out of hospital and is able to come home, the recovery is hard. He cries a lot, cause he’s pretty high on emotion. Both from shock at the surgery because his chest looks awful, bruised and crusty, and the euphoria of knowing it would heal and he’d finally be free of binding, that he’d be more himself after all these years of waiting.

- Billy holds him most nights. Joyce forces Jonathan to stay laying down and Will laughs at the pout on his brothers face before offering to watch TV with him until Billy gets home.

- Billy proposes to him within the first two weeks. He gets down on one knee while he’s laying in bed and Jonathan bursts into tears because “I can’t even get up to hug you, come here, you asshole, yes.”

- Billy laughs as he hugs him, gently because of his healing, and Jonathan continues to sniffle and call Billy an asshole even as he mumbles “gimme the ring, oh my god it’s so nice, you ass, I wanna suck your dick and I can’t.”

- Will burst into laughter at his brothers babbling and Joyce has to cover her mouth as Jonathan sobs into Billy’s chest, the blond pet his hair with chuckled “here, here’s”. He also has to keep Jonathan from pawing at his waistband because he’s a little high from the pain meds and occasional weed he’s been using to ease the excess pain.

- They never let Jonathan live it down, even after he’s recovered completely with the ring on his finger. Will is a menace about it and Joyce quips on occasion but mostly scolds Will for bullying his older brother.

- Billy opts to be walked down the aisle in case the feminine tradition made Jonathan uncomfortable, but Jonathan always kind of wanted to be walked down by his mother, whether he married a woman or a man.

- Billy’s grooms‘men’ consist of Max (best woman), Eleven, Tommy and Heather. Jonathan’s are Will (best man), Argyle, Steve and Nancy. Neither invite their fathers. The only dad there is Hopper, and they’re both fine with that.

- They’re only allowed to marry due to the technicality of Jonathan being born female, but it’s easy to ignore the Mrs on the legal forms since they rarely have to deal with them. It is a hoot to fuck with people and say Billy is the Mrs Byers though (Billy wanted to be rid of the Hargrove name and he much prefers Billy Byers anyway). He always bats his eyes and smiles demurely like a lady and the looks he gets makes Jonathan snicker into his hand in an attempt not to ruin the joke too soon.

- They’re just,,, so cute. Cutest couple and make each other so happy. They spend their whole lives together and neither regret it for a second through the ups and downs. They never have bio kids because pregnancy makes Jonathan super uncomfortable, but they do get a surrogate and end up with a gorgeous little girl with golden curls like Billy’s with big brown eyes. Billy admits some days he sees his mother in her, sees himself, but over all, he sees Jonathan, and it makes him love her so much more.

- And they live happily ever after 🥰✨

[pinkteapotwriting]

Happy Birthday Remus!

Warning: Lol, this is literally just smut. Smutty smut smut. 

Female/male receiving, oral, edging, degradation, Fem!dom, Spitting, creampie, basically explicit sexual content. Minors DNI

Description : Remus wants something special for his birthday, something out of the norm.

Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count : 1721

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Here you were.

It was ridiculous really.

You always behaved, maybe needy, but never bratty. Yet Remus and Sirius always found a way to push you out of your comfort zone.

So here you were.

Straddling Sirius as his arms were bound by leather to the head board, only in his boxers. Normally it would be the other way around. Sirius was not submissive and quite the bratty bottom. Sirius smirked up at you, challenging you just knowing he could easily get his revenge. 

You see it was Remus’s birthday and you’ve always been very eager to please. You remember the day before asking what varying chocolate sweets Remus would want for his birthday. You knew he had a hard time accepting gifts, but you knew he’d appreciate some baking. So you wander into the living room to see Remus lying against Sirius as he read. Sirius was drawing lazy circles against Remus and you forgot why you weren’t settled there too, before you snapped out of it.

“Rem, darling?”

Rising up from his very comfortable seat, he walked towards you, gave you a quick peck before responding, “Yes love?”

“I know chocolate cake is your favorite, but is there anything else you want me to make? Just ask and I’ll do it. 

Remus smirked for a second, “anything?” he asked.

“Of course, silly.” You looked up at him questioningly. It’s his birthday, you weren’t likely to say no.

“I do want something for my birthday, but it’s not food.”

Sirius’s head popped up in surprise and as his eyes reached yours he found your reaction matched his own. Remus didn’t like people buying things for him. Before you could even ask what he wanted Remus was whispering something in your ear that made you shiver. Sirius arched his eyebrows at you in question and you just stared back, much too embarrassed to respond. Knowing how easy it was to get you flustered he turned to Remus for an answer. And that’s when Remus had the gull to laugh and say, 

“Oh, you’ll find out”

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So here you were wearing a colour of lingerie that Remus adored on you, Straddling Sirius, not believing that Remus wanted you to dom him as he sat safely from a distance on a chair at the foot of the bed. It would be an easier task to make Remus the minister of magic than it would be to manage Sirius. You were a very gentle soul and that was one of the reasons the boys fell in love with you, but Remus had gained so much amusement at the prospect of you dominating the untameable, and it was his birthday, so you were forced to oblige. 

There was Sirius with that menacing grin, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

You turned back to Remus for some sort of moral support but he just stared back, palming his bulge clearly eager for you to get a move on. Then Sirius did something that would have gotten you punished ruthlessly (by him no less) and thrust upwards at your core and stated, “come on, I thought you were supposed to be paying attention to me?”

You glared down at him. The audacity to edge you for hours for not responding quick enough, or not begging enough for his liking and you turn your head for one second and he has the nerve to act like that. Your usual gentle tone was diminished and if the tone wasn’t warning enough your words definitely were. 

“I don’t remember giving you permission to move and let’s make one thing clear you fucking brat.” You didn’t see but you were sure Remus’s eyebrows were raised as Sirius returned your glare with ease “You are tied up for my pleasure right now, and through mine you’re tied up for Remus’s too. So if you can’t be a good boy I won’t hesitate to treat you with the same mercilessness that you treat me with. Are we understood?”

“Fine.” He grinned. 

“That’s a start at least. Open your mouth.” you commanded. 

When he didn’t do so you squeezed his jaw between your thumb and forefingers the same way he does, forcing his mouth open on your own. 

“I said to open your mouth, I knew you were useless, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so dumb.” 

It felt so good to use his words against him. Apparently slipping into a dom role would be easier than you thought. With your new surge of confidence you leaned forward and spat in his mouth. You clamped his jaw shut and plugged his nose quickly after.

“Swallow” you commanded.

And he did.

You started to grind down on him then earning a moan from Sirius.

“Aw you like that baby? Your cock is so hard right now, I bet it’s aching. Bet you want nothing more than to fuck me senseless. Too bad you’re such a brat. Do you wanna make it up to me?”

You continued grinding, but he said nothing. You slowed to a torturous pace, “I said do you wanna make it up to me”

“Yes” he said quietly.

“Speak up, Remus needs to hear you too love.”

“I said yes” and with that it was your turn to smirk.

You got up and removed your underwear and made your way to Sirius’s face to straddle that instead. Before you sank down you said, “I want you to make me cum with only your tongue before I even think about returning the favour.” Not bothering to wait for a response you sank down on him and surprisingly he was being obedient. As his tongue greedily lapped at your pussy you turned towards the chair at the end of the bed. Remus was jacking off, eyes hungrily watching. 

“See, now that you’re finally being a good boy Remus can feel good too. I can’t believe you would make him wait so long you selfish brat.”

Sirius knew it would be too dangerous to respond so he just continued tonging your clit.

You decided to give him a little treat since you were getting so close and leaned back to pull his throbbing length out of his boxers and stroke it. 

Remus was having the time of his life. He knew what potential you had. Especially seeing the slight defiance in your eyes when Sirius would make you call yourself a whore for them. You enjoyed making them feel good, but Sirius deserved a taste of his own medicine. He couldn’t wait to see what you would do next. 

As you ground down on Sirius’s face he finally brought you to your release. Sirius was close too, and as his hips rushed up to meet your strokes more and more desperately you released his dick. He groaned in frustration.

“Don’t be a baby, you do this to me all the time and besides if you think a plaything like you gets to cum before the birthday boy you are sorely mistaken.” She undid his bonds “Stand up.”

Sirius was very happy to be free but as soon as he was you were using the same bonds to restrain his hands behind his back. 

“On your knees, in front of Remus, now.”

Sirius eagerly obeyed, not wanted to risk the chance of not getting his release he needed so badly.

“Sirius I want you to beg for Remus’s cock.”

Sirius raised his eyes from Remus’s red, swollen member to Remus’s lustful gaze.

“Go on, what do you say? I'll give you a hint, you make me say it all the time.”

“Please.” Sirius quietly muttered. 

“Please what?” this time Remus spoke up.

“Please may I suck your cock?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely”

Soon enough Remus was fucking Sirius’s face as you were knelt beside him. Placing delicate, yet intense kisses across his shoulders and neck, while still whispering the odd dirty statement. Loving that Remus turned the tables for you and excited for when Sirius would turn them back. 

“Fuck, I’m coming.” Remus pulled out and watched intently as Sirius swallowed and as you cleaned up what Sirius missed.

“Please please I’ve been so good now can I please cum too?” Sirius asked looking at you.

“I don’t think so” Remus responded, “y/n has been much better than you so I think I’ll be making her cum again while you watch on the chair.” 

It was so much fun watching tears roll down Sirius’s cheeks as Remus fucked you from behind. 

Maybe it was your birthday instead you mused to yourself as Remus slammed his cock into you brutally, making sure you and Remus both would get to come for the second time that evening. Remus wrapped his arm around your neck and pressed your back to his chest, while his other one made his way to your clit mimicking the furious pace of his pounding. 

“Isn’t she so pretty? Pads, look at her all fucked out. This is what a good pet looks like. Fuck she’s so tight, bet you wish you could cum in her pussy like I’m bout to.”

You just whined at that, completely aware of the fact you could climax by Remus’s words alone. 

“You like that Pup? You like knowing you’re my good girl? Come on, be a good girl and make a mess on my cock.”

Your orgasm washed over you in a burst, Remus prolonged it by continuing to strive for his own high. Just before you were about to cry it was too much Remus was releasing his big load inside you. As you were both catching your breath you were interrupted by soft sniffles coming from the foot of the bed. 

“Don’t cry sweetheart” Remus cooed “You can have your turn now. y/n do you wanna help our Siri out”

You gathered your strength and clambered off the bed. On all fours you made your way to Sirius before nestling yourself between his legs on your knees. Finally Sirius sighed in relief as your lips wrapped around his cock. If tonight taught him anything, it taught him he was going to be praising you much more for what you put up with. 

“I love you y/n” 

He really meant it, and not only because he was cumming down your throat.

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Hey y’all I hope you liked this. Please feel free to let me know if you’d like to see other stuff like this in the future!

@thotbutpurple

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Juyeon - Curiosity

best friends! Juyeon x fem! reader

Warnings: underage sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall!)

- You and Juyeon were lounging around at his house after school one day. His family wasn't home so you had the whole house to yourselves for the evening, but you both chose to hang out in his room, playing video games and watching movies

- You've been best friends for a long time and had seen each other go through relationships and breakups, and both of you were very open and supportive of each other.

- You two had just finished a movie on his laptop and Juyeon was sprawled on his bed fiddling with his phone, while you were seated next to him. You suddenly remembered that you needed to search up something, so you let him know you were borrowing his laptop for a sec

- He grunts in affirmation, not even looking up from his phone. You click to open a new tab, but accidentally pull up his search history. Your eyes widen and you let out a snicker

- "You fucking horndog, is this what you're into?" you snort, slapping his leg that was closest to you. He jolts, whipping his head around to see what you were on about. He gasps in horror and tries to grab the laptop from you and you two end up wrestling on the bed. Eventually he gives in and drops his head in embarrassment, whining as you read out title after title of porn videos.

- "'Students fucking in school bathroom', 'After school blowjob', 'Biology lesson turns personal'" you suppress your laughter at the poorly-titled videos. Some were amateur, and some were proper productions. You continue to scroll through the options, ogling the tiny plaid skirts the actresses were wearing. You shoot the silent Juyeon a glance. "So... you like exhibitionism and uniforms?"

- Juyeon glares back at you. "So what if I do? Maybe you should show me your porn collection too." You chuckle, because you were actually into similar themes and you told him so. The both of you began suggesting random kinks and fetishes to see if you could agree on other things. The topic then shifts to experience.

- "How far have you gone, exactly?" you ask, propping your chin up with your hand. Both of you were sitting cross-legged in his bed, facing each other. Juyeon scratches his head, "The most I've gotten is a handjob, back when I was dating _____. And I uhh, fingered her. That's about it." "Was it good?" He shrugs nonchalantly. "Neither of us really knew what we were doing. What about you?"

- "I sucked Sangyeon off once. In the locker room. Remember when they won that state championship game?" Juyeon's jaw drops. "So that's why you took forever to get to McDonalds! I was waiting for you for ages," he huffed. You had dated the football captain for a while, but broke up amicably when he graduated a year ahead of you. You roll your eyes at Juyeon's childish complaints. "Anyway he's only fingered me too. Wasn't too bad, at least he made me cum," you added casually, leaning back and supporting your weight with your arms behind you.

- Juyeon gulps noticeably. He's wondering what it would be like to get sucked off, but he was single at the moment. Unless... "Earth to Juju, hello? What's going on in that pretty head of yours now?" you poke him in the forehead but he catches your wrist. "Did he like it?" he stares into your eyes, his dark brown orbs sparkling with excitement. "The blowjob, did Sangyeon like it?" You blink at him once, twice. "Yeah..? He came in my mouth, why?"

- Juyeon swears under his breath. He can feel himself hardening in his school trousers and he knows you see his bulge too. Your eyes drop to glance at the tent in his pants and you rest a hand on his thigh. "Juju, do you wanna try it?" you smile at him. He nods furiously.

- And that is how he ends up leaning against the headboard, pants and boxers off, legs spread to accommodate you kneeling between his thighs. You take a moment to admire his cock, standing tall and dripping precum all over his defined abs and dirtying his shirt. He was long and thick and your mouth watered. He was just as big, if not bigger than Sangyeon.

- Juyeon is watching you, already breathless with excitement. You catch his eye and smirk, hitching up your plaid skirt till it barely covered your ass. You jut your hips out, and his eyes lock onto the sight of your exposed panties reflected in the mirror. He grabs at your ass, kneading the flesh with his warm hands and you purr at the feeling. "Come on, get to it," he growls, still groping your behind.

- You scoff, but finally direct your attention to his weeping cock. You run a finger up his shaft, collecting his precum before grasping the base of his cock. He groans at the contact and bucks his hips upwards, signaling you to move your hand. You oblige, slowly stroking his length with a firm grip, swiping your thumb across his slit, prompting Juyeon to moan shamelessly.

- "Fuck, yes keep going," Juyeon shuts his eyes and ruts his hips up into your fist as you speed up your movements. Your free hand massages his thigh and you feel stickiness pooling in your panties at the sight of your best friend coming undone beneath you. His cock is red and veiny and his swollen tip glistened with precum, making your mouth water, which gives you an idea.

- You tap Juyeon's thighs so he would look at you, and as you made eye contact, you lean down and let a glob of saliva dribble down onto his cock. He swears out loud at the sight of you doing that. You were even filthier than he expected it and it turned him on so much.

- You spread your spit all over his dick before pressing a kiss to his tip and he lets out an whine. You start kitten licking all over his shaft and balls and his whines get louder, grabbing onto the sheets. Finally you decide to stop teasing him and sink your lips onto his length, taking in all of him at once.

- Juyeon groans loudly at the feeling of your warm throat and tongue around him, hips stuttering. You press his hips down so you could take control, bobbing your head up and down while hollowing your cheeks. He desperately wants to shut his eyes from the pleasure but he also wants to watch the beautiful sight of you going down on him.

- He pulls you up by your hair mid-stroke to admire how you look. Tears streaming down your face, lips swollen and slick with spit and cum. "You look so good like this. Let me fuck your pretty face?" he asks breathlessly. Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and he sinks you back down on his aching cock. He sets a punishing pace, gripping your hair tightly and thrusting his hips up into your mouth, forcing you to deepthroat him each time.

- Your jaw was starting to hurt and your throat felt raw but it felt so good to be manhandled by Juyeon that you could only take it like a good girl. In fact you were enjoying it so much that you snuck a hand into your panties and rubbed your clit in time with his thrusts.

- "I'm not gonna last long, baby. Gonna take my cum, swallow it all like a good girl?" Juyeon growled, his pace faltering slightly. You moaned around his length as a yes and he lets out a guttural moan as pushes your head down until your nose met his hipbone. He holds you in place and you feel a gush of his hot cum down your throat.

- You try not to gag, focusing on breathing through your nose as Juyeon groans loudly and rocks his hips slowly, drawing out his orgasm. Finally he pulls your hair and you keep your eyes on him as you slowly pull off his cock, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his tip. Both of you were panting harshly, and Juyeon eyes were glazed over, taking in the sight of your glistening lips, dishevelled hair and dried tear tracks down your cheek.

- You remove your fingers that were busy in your panties and hold it up in front of Juyeon. His eyes widen as he realises what you've been doing, and he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, savouring the taste of your juices. You hadn't cum yet, but that had been the last thing on your mind because you were too occupied with making Juyeon feel good, but now the dull ache between your thighs begged for attention.

- Juyeon notices your neediness from the way you rub your thighs together. "Let me help you?" He asks, and you're more than willing to let him return the favour.

A/N: Part 2 is right here 😉

[rebelwrites]

Imma Take Care Of Your Body (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN REBEL IS IN A THIRSTY AS FUCK MOOD!!! Also this took me THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY to write please show it some love.

Warnings: PURE AND UTTER FILTH! Was gonna put warnings on this but there’s too much to list 😂

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This Months Writing

Being one of the few females on deployment had its advantages, the main one being, you got a hooch to yourself. You didn’t have to bunk with the rest of Bravo. The one major downside was you couldn’t always fill that need on your own, and the rest of the team had no idea of your little arrangement with a certain blondie, well that’s what you thought anyway. You had a itch that was in desperate need of scratching but you had no idea when you and Clay could sneak off to have some fun of your own.

Walking out of your hooch, the warm breeze tickled your skin, it was the first night of deployment so everyone was chilling around the fire pit, beers on hand. Looking around you saw that every seat was taken, and you didn’t fancy sitting on the floor, the sand was a bitch to clean out.

“That’s it guys,” you laughed grabbing a beer from the cooler. “Take all the seats, it’s fine, I didn’t want to sit down anyway!”

“Why you always gotta be dramatic Y/L/N?” Sonny laughed.

“Urm because dramatic is my middle name, Sunshine.” You laughed, hitting round the back of his head. Before moving round the group, standing the stop between Clay and Trent.

“I got the perfect seat for you baby,” Clay said lowly so only you could hear, as he glanced down at his lap, his hand position perfectly, near his crotch. “You know this seat is always free for you.”

“Is that right Blondie?” You whispered as Clay pulled you down onto this lap, this wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you, so no one mentioned it.

It was like Clay knew what you were feeling, as he didn’t stop bouncing his leg, it also meant he was in a teasing mood.

“Quit wiggling would ya!” you laughed.

“Why, is it getting to you baby?” He hummed against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin and you could feel his semi pressing right against the spot you needed him the most.

“Clay,” You said, meaning for it to come out at a warning but instead it came out breathless.

“What’s up babygirl?” He hummed, gently grazing his teeth against your skin.

“You know what, Spenser.” You said as you took a deep breath, trying not to show just how turned on you were right now, it was like a game to Clay. He always tried to tease you in front of everyone.

“Don’t know what you are on about, Princess.” He whispered as he moved his free hand to your thigh. “But you can’t hide how turned on you are , you know I know every inch of this body, and just how it reacts to my touch.”

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as his hand ran up and down your thigh.

“You know Imma take care of this body,” he whispered, “kiss every inch of this soft skin, teasing you, slowly running my fingers over your clit, before pushing my fingers inside of you.”

“Clay, please stop,” you breathed as you squeezed your thighs together.

“Princess, you know I never stop,” he laughed, as he slowly pressed his hard on against your core “I’m going to watch as you squirm in pleasure from just the feeling of my fingers, moaning my name, making you feel like no one else can.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, as you let your eyes flutter closed.

“I wanna feel your body pressed against mine, listen to you moan as I slowly push my hard cock in you, giving you what you really want.” He breathed.

“Oh god,” you mumbled, as he pressed up against you again.

“But you won’t get any of it baby, not until I hear you say it.” he whispered, gently biting your ear lobe.

“Fuck” you breathed. “I need you Clay, so fucking bad”

“That’s a good girl.” he smirked, kissing your forehead. “Who am I to deny you of what you need, let’s go”

You didn’t need to think twice, as you stood up without saying anything to anyone. You headed back to your hooch, with Clay following close behind you.

The moment you were behind closed doors, he pinned you against the wall, his lips crashing down on yours as he pressed his body against yours. You couldn’t lie you were addicted to him, the way he made you feel was like nothing you had ever felt before.

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I want you right now” he breathed against your lips, as his fingers fumbled with the button on your trousers.

“I’m all yours to take,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch.

“You just know the right things to say to me,” he growled as he pushed your trousers down your legs, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, his eyes roaming your body before pushing you down onto the bed. “Damn you are so fucking perfect” he hummed as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor.

“Clay, please,” you whimpered, making him smirk “I need you so bad”

“Patience babygirl,” he smirked as he dropped his jeans and boxers, making your mouth water at the sight that was in front of you. “I told you how things are going to go!”

“Yeah well, change of plan,” you giggled, as you crawled over to him, leaning back on your heels as you kissed his thick thighs, his breathing getting heavier as you got closer to his dick. “You always focus on me, it’s time I returned the favour” without any warning you ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins against your tongue, slowly making your way to the head as his fingers knotted themselves into your hair, throwing his head back as you sucked slightly harder before taking him all on your mouth. It took a couple of attempts and some gagging, due to him being big and thick, but you weren’t giving up until you had all only him in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Clay grunted, as his grip on your hair tightened, “You and that pretty little mouth of yours will get you into so much trouble one day babygirl.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, as you continued to make him feel as good as he makes you feel, his heavy breathing and grunts, spurred you on, feeling his dick twitch in your mouth. Before he pulled your hair, pulling you off him.

“Playtime is over, Princess,” he growled, as he managed to unclasp your bra with one hand, before pushing you down on the bed. His lips connecting with your neck, gently sucking and nipping at your skin, sending sparks through your body, Clay knew your body like the back of hand, so he knew just what buttons to press.

He slowly and agonisingly, moved down your body, placing hot, open mouthed kisses across your skin, he was in this for the long game and you knew after you would be exhausted, but it was so worth it.

“Clay, please stop teasing.” You cried as he slowly ran his fingers through your wet folds, smirking when he realised just how much he was effecting you. Without warning he pushed two fingers inside of you, making you cry in pleasure, arching your back as he curled his fingers finding your g spot. “Oh god,” you moaned.

“God I love hearing you moan my name,” he hummed against your throbbing clit, the feeling of his breath adding to everything you were feeling, the moment his tongue found your clit made you scream out, tangling your fingers in his hair, your whole body felt like it was on fire and was about to explode any moment, Clay also knew this as you felt him smirk before stopping everything he was doing, making you whine in annoyance, you were so fucking close. “I’m in charge, Princess, you remember that. And you cum when I allow it.”

Feeling him slowly pull his fingers out, you whimpered from the loss of feeling of him, but it wasn’t long before his fingers were at your mouth, without thinking you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean, tasting yourself on him only made you hornier. You didn’t know what it was but Clay always managed to bring the inner slut out of you, doing things you’d never do with anyone else.

“That’s my good girl,” Clay breathed, as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Now where is it? And don’t bother trying to tell me you didn’t bring it because I know you did,” he laughed as he looked around the room. “I know you just can’t live without my cock baby.”

“Backpack,” you breathed, as he took his fingers from your mouth. The anticipation of what was coming was driving you crazy, the item in question was originally meant as a gag gift but now it was something you couldn’t live without.

“Got ya.” Clay grinned as he pulled the black box out, pulling the vibrator out, but this wasn’t your standard vibrator, this was molded from his own cock. “See I knew this gift would be the best thing ever.”

“Baby please,” you moaned as he turned the vibrator onto the fastest setting, holding it against your clit, making your squirm. “I just need you,” you breathed “need you so fucking bad.”

“Patience Princess,” he laughed, watching your breathing get heavier, grasping at the sheets as he kept the toy pressed against you. “Tell me babygirl, how often to you fuck yourself with this, wishing it was the real thing?”

“All the goddamn time,” you cried, bucking your hips against the toy, trying to get some sort of release. “Please Clay,” you whimpered “please just fuck me.”

“Well seen as you asked so nicely,” he grinned as he positioned himself against you, reaching up grabbing a spare pillow to put under your ass, both of your moans filled the room as he finally pushed his solid cock in you.

“Oh fuck,” you cried as you clawed at his arms, the feeling of his hard thrusts and the toy still pressed against you clit sent your body into a frenzy, your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling back in pleasure. “Oh god, Clay.”

“Fuck baby,” Clay grunted as his grip on your hips got tighter. “Don’t you dare cum yet Princess, not yet.”

“I’m so close,” you cried.

“Soon babygirl, soon,” he moaned as he felt you tighten around his cock. “Fuck you are so tight.”

“Fuck, please, shit,” you cried, the pleasure was just too much for you, the overstimulation and his long hard thrusts were too much, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. Digging your fingers into his arms, you cried out, you didn’t care that the walls were thin and the whole base could probably hear you screaming Clay’s name as the most intense orgasm washed over you, your whole body was shaking as Clay continued to thrust, his grip on your hips getting tighter, and would definitely leave marks but you didn’t care right now, all that mattered was the connection you had with Clay.

Opening your eyes, you bit your lip as you got lost in his blue eyes, your heart was pounding against your chest, your breathing was heavy and it felt like you were floating as you road out your high as Clay found his own climax, his face screwing up, as he took his final thrust, moaning your name as he came.

The toy had now been turned off and tossed to the side, as he collapsed on top of you, taking his weight on his arms, resting his forehead against yours.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, trying to catch his breath.

“Tell me about it,” you breathed, resting one hand on his cheek and the other in the centre of his chest. “Think that’s the hardest you have made me cum.”

“Won’t be the last either,” he smirked, pausing in thought for a second, as he pulled out. “I want more Y/N.”

“Damn boy, let me recover first.” You giggled as he helped clean you up before laying next to you, pulling you into his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“No, I’m fucking spent right now.” He laughed “What I mean is I want more, don’t get me wrong the sex is mind blowing, but I don’t just want us to be each other’s booty calls. I want to be able to call you my girl.”

“Good job I want the same then.” You whispered running your fingers over his chest.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, his kiss said everything that needed to be said. Yes the lust was still there, but it was full of passion and love and once again left you breathless.

“I guess we better go rejoin the group,” he whispered against your lips.

“Mmm, ten more minutes,” you whispered, “I don’t wanna leave our bubble just yet and face the real world.”

“I mean if they didn’t know something was going on between us, they sure do now. You really don’t know how to be quiet, do you Princess? Might have to gag you next time.”

“Is that a promise, Spenser?”

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nsfw a-z YOSHI (treasure)

🔅 for @ateezwhorez i hope you enjoy this honey 🥺❤️ dw the others should be written soon tooooo 🔅

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he just feels cuddly and swoony. he’s in love with you, even more so than before even though he didn’t think that was possible. he loves to cuddle with you, just until you catch your breath again at least. he’s still still high from the whole experience, it’s the perfect time to be open and show your vulnerability even more. it’s less about the physical things he does for you, more about how you two deepen your relationship even further. he uses this time to have deep chats that slowly fade into more light hearted conversations before drifting off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his eyes are his favourite thing about him i think. he likes how you can understand what he wants just from looking into them. they’re intense and needy, oppressive even. they’re infatuating. they’re his secret weapon to make you obey him without even realising what you’re doing.

on you, he likes your lips. he likes how they feel on his own lips, on his neck, around his dick, anywhere and everywhere. he also just thinks they look pretty and are the perfect colour naturally, actually something he noticed about you first which he found really attractive.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

doesn’t like to make a mess at first… might even cum in a tissue the first few times because he thinks it’s more respectful.

but when he’s comfortable and such, he’d love to cum all over your hands after you finished him off with a handjob, he thinks it looks really hot and it’s enough to get him horny again hehe.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he often imagines how you'd look tied up in front of him. at his disposal. his fantasies are actually super kinky but he very rarely tells you them. he’d probably never tie you up to the extent that he dreams of doing because he doesn’t want to hurt you and he thinks of you as quite fragile 🥺

i wanna do another because my wild card was kinda short this time but he would l o v e to do a life drawing of you. like this isn’t even sexual but i don’t wanna get attacked if i write this on something that is fluff lol. it would be something that he’d treasure and something that he would be so proud of. to make it dirty since it’s a dirty secret 👀 he had a few intrusive thoughts while he drew you and found it super hard to stay hyperfocused on the drawing. if you tried to flirt with him while modelling, he’d just tell you to save it for later and that’s when he’d unleash the beast lol.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

1 sexual partner with whom he was in a relationship with. he doesn’t think about it much and when he’s with you, he’s very much focused on you. one look at you and he’s forgotten about them already.

he knows what he’s doing for the most part, but sometimes he just wants to learn new things with you, together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he likes facing you: missionary and cowgirl, depending on what feels natural at the time. he likes bringing his face close to yours and hovering his lips over yours, occasionally touching with every thrust. enough to feel the other’s breath, but not enough to actually kiss.

once the pace has slowed a little, he’ll give you the kiss he’s been teasing you with for what feels like hours just so that you’ll appreciate it and enjoy it all the more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s quite serious in the moment. he wants to make sure that you’re enjoying yourself and that he’s doing the absolute most to exceed any expectations each and every time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he naturally doesn’t have much hair down there. he trims what he has and keeps it tidy since he feels it’s more intimate.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

most of the time, he’s extremely romantic during sex. he’s very into slow and sensual sex that allows you two to bond physically and emotionally. it’s important to him that he understands your wants and needs as his partner and vice versa, making the whole experience super romantic.

but that’s not all the time. sometimes he just wants to rip off your clothes and have his way with you and that’s ✨totally fine✨

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he’s a typical laptop on desk, tissues besides him type of guy. he doesn’t do it too often, but when he does he has to fully commit because there is absolutely no way he’s stopping for anything/anyone that isn’t you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s not that kinky, he’s a vanilla man. i’ll just list some sexual things that he likes hehe

whispering- he likes when you whisper close to his ear and he likes doing it to you. the tingling down his neck is intoxicating, he can’t help but want to feel it again and again. what you say is important too. he likes receiving praise. saying things like “you make me so wet” or “you turn me on so much” makes him so happy, it’s a great way to drive him crazy.

ropes- not to an extreme level, just one rope to tie your hands together behind you or in front of you.

eye contact- he likes that his eyes intimidate you of course, but you pushing past that and maintaining eye contact makes him feel a rush to MAKE you feel intimidated. he wants you to feel like he’s in charge (even if he’s not) and if he can’t do that with his eyes, then it’s pretty much over for him, but he likes that fact that you stood up to him and it turns him tf on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he likes sex in bed or on the floor. anywhere that he or you can lie comfortably. he likes fucking you in hotel beds. although it’s not really that dirty, it is for you two.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

gentle strokes- he likes when you trace his jawline or collarbones with your fingers, especially when you have long nails. he almost always returns the favour. he likes gently dragging his finger up and down your thigh before and between rubbing your pussy.

directness- tell him you’re turned on. tell him why you’re turned on. tell him how he turned you on. tell him how you feel and why you think he should feel the same way to. by the end of your talk, he’s gurenteed to feel the same way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

angry sex/sex during an argument.

he wants to settle things properly first. sex isn’t a solution nor is it forgiveness. the only way he can truly be intimate with you is when you’re both happy and when you’re both on the same page. “angry” sex like that is meaningless to him, the argument mustn’t have been important if you can just forget about it so why can’t you just talk it through?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s naturally a giver and oral (sex in general) is no exception. he wants you to be able to allow yourself to receive instead of forcing it upon you if you’re not used to it. he introduces his tongue slowly and always asks if what he’s doing is okay. even if you are used to it, he’s always gonna build up to it. he likes when you take the lead even when he’s eating you out, he likes when you’re giving him directions or your hands are in his hair, controlling him, because then he knows that what he’s doing is right.

not too fussed about receiving head. of course he would never say no, but he’s not one to ask for one just to finish without pleasuring you. he’s eyes are closed during the whole thing and and he lets out small, quiet cusses which he knows turn you on. also says nice stuff to you (when he can get the words out) while you’re sucking his dick because 🥺 he is nice.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

as i mentioned before, he’s slow and sensual. he keeps the experience extremely romantic and memorable. it leaves you wanting more and he knows.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not his style. at all. he likes to draw out the details, take his time with you, ensure you've both been treated and pleasured sufficiently.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’d only experiment with things that you’d tried before or things you’ve researched. he doesn’t wanna try anything new to the pair of you especially early on because he doesn’t wanna hurt you or leave a bad impression or anything like that. he’d never spring anything on you that you hadn’t discusssed either.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3 rounds, but it totally depends on you. how much you want, how much you turn him on after, how tired you are etc.

he usually lasts for around 20 mins but needs like a 10 second breather sometimes

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don’t see him owning any toys but i don’t think he’d be opposed to using them. if you wanted to use them, great fantastic he’d get straight to it. he would definitely like to try them for himself at least once too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease you much, because he’d rather just do it? but i guess if you’d consider extended foreplay to the point where you have to beg him to fuck you as teasing then he’s the master lol. oH and also doesn’t just kiss you during sex, he definitely teases with those.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

tries to hold his moans and cusses back but fails lol. they’re quiet and soft but you can still hear them. he gets kind of shy about them after sex too and he doesn’t really like it when you bring it up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“take it off” he orders, looking directly at your chest. you remove your tshirt on command and throw it to the ground. he walks towards you, backing you into the wall behind you. it was a harsh and sudden coldness on your back, but there was something even colder in front of you. his eyes glared at you, which subconsciously made you remove your bra.

“so fucking beautiful” he growled while taking one of your breasts in his hand. it wasn’t long before he started with his tongue. he circled your nipple with his tongue while he played with the other one in his hand. your head automatically fell back, luckily resting on the wall. he slowly began to flick your nipple with his tongue before gently kissing it and moving to the other one.

your hand found its way to his hair, grabbing it and pulling it a little. you occasionally let out small gasps, which almost always made him look up at you and smile.

after a few minutes, he stood up once again, head buried in your neck as he whispered what he wanted you to do for him next.

“please, make me cum. you've turned me on so much tonight.”

that’s when it all started making sense. you’d been bowling that night with friends. this involved a lot of bending over, a lot of casual skin touches when neither of you were bowling and a LOT of whispering closely in his ear since the music was so loud. you knew he liked it when you whispered, but you didn’t know even in that context that it would send shivers down your spine. you stored that info, maybe you’d use that against him one day after he’d been teasing you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think average, with just a little under average thickness. i’m not sure if you can ever call a dick pretty but i feel with yoshi it would be justified, especially when it’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i’m pretty sure it varies depending on your type of relationship. if you are a romantic partner, 3-4 times a week. if it’s just a fling, once maybe twice a week at most. he has a naturally high sex drive, but he’s less likely to take his time with someone he has no feelings for meaning he doesn’t really crave sex as often as he would with someone he’s romantically involved with.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i mentioned above, yoshi wants to talk to you and connect with you even further after sex. he falls asleep when he’s ready to fall asleep, which is after he’s learnt something about you that makes his heart flutter, that he can tease you about later on.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I A VENOMOUS INTERLUDE

Did y'all know symbrock is canon? Well, now you do. Reader's favourite deadbeat surrogate uncle is in town and he brought a... Friend. No warnings, just a boatload of crack and fluff, as usual. Reader being mouthy. Takes place a little bit into the future - around after chapter 32: spoiler alert is useless because we already know a tonybrucestrange/reader quartet is the endgame. 💖💝✨

"What," I had to pause for a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes. "The fuck?!"

It was truly a miracle I could say anything out loud, at all. Words weren't valid enough to describe my shock and confusion. The scene unfolding in front of me resembled and unholy cross between a B-rated horror movies about demonic possession and some deep-sea Eldritch monstrosity.

The eight-feet tall black, oozing dude in front of me? Yes, you, with the teeth. Ctulhu called, he wants his tentacles back.

The creature honest to god rippled, like some nightmare-fuel goth Jell-O, rapidly shrinking in size within seconds. As more of the black tar-like substance receded, a much more human form started to appear under it. Worn jeans, leather jacket, ungroomed beard and the look of a biker gang member coming off a serious bender.

"Uh, Princess?"

"Eddie. Fucking. Brock. Uncle Idiot." I punctuated each word with an increasing widening of my eyes. The world was fucking nuts. Two and two did not compute - Eddie might have looked threatening to some people - like white suburban Karens - even without the... Gooey squid-on-steroids thing he had going on. The man was built like a fucking brick shithouse, but I knew him way too well. Eddie couldn't be that badass to save a life.

"You two know each other?" Tony shrieked indignantly, a coarseness in his voice that indicated only one thing: my boo was well into his third drink. Hell, I didn't blame him - that gaping toothy maw was fucking gnarly.

Hands on my hips, I caught myself slipping into a mute rage, storming over to the 200lbs worth of pure dumbass and knocking him right in the face. "You! Didn't tell! ME!" A black tendril wrapped around my wrist, carefully but firmly securing it and preventing me from causing my non-related uncle any more physical damage. Although I must admit, my knuckles probably were more affected than his jaw. "You! Are! A MUTANT!!! HOW COULD YOU?! How could you NOT tell ME?"

I trusted the man with my soul and most embarrassing drinking stories. Hell, I called Eddie in a stoned haze the very same night I lost my v-card. I just thought we were bros, you know? I saw his whole fucking life implode more than once and personally flew to California to ice his injuries and his hurt ego countless times. I was done dirty in the worst way.

"I'm not-" Eddie's sigh was long-suffering. "I, uh, I have a parasite..." He sounded meek, in the same way he used to describe his drunkenly misconduct when I made our family driver bail out his ass outta jail in the morning.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" A deep gravelly voice thundered, seemingly coming out of his chest?

"Okay, okay," Eddie smiled. It was strangely soft and un-eddie-like. The only person he smiled like that was... used to be Anne. "This is Venom. They're an alien and we're, uh, a thing. It's a recent development." The tentacle unwrapped itself from me as I took an involuntary step back.

Even barring the fact that Eddie was dating an alien, this was way too fucking weird for 3 o'clock on a Sunday. I always knew the reporter was, for the lack of a better word, a little weird but he really took it to new heights. With Thor and Loki looking... Like that, I could see a human dating some sort of a hot alien. But with Ctulhu looking the way he did just minutes ago? Did Eddie seriously let all of those teeth in close proximity of his dick?

I had a "ERROR 404, common sense not found" hanging over me for the longest time. The others were quiet behind me, too, even Tony - one of my boyfriends, the most likely to cause utter chaos, was hanging back and expecting me to do something.

"Venom," I clarified, just to fill the silence with some noise while my brain processors re-synced.

"WE ARE VENOM." The tentacle that was sleek and black now had two completely white eyes and a smaller-scale version of the toothy grin that had drooled all over the common room carpet. Their voice had an interesting effect: it was so deep, the air around them vibrated slightly when they spoke.

I tilted my head examining the appendage. It was considerably less terrifying when it wasn't five times my size. "What are you?" And most importantly, are you a threat to my favourite non-related family member? I left that statement unspoken although it was obvious I was ready to fight it? Them? If need be.

"A SYMBIOTE," They replied, swaying the head-tentacle slowly. "WE LOVE EDDIE AND KEEP HIM ALIVE AND HEALTHY." So, they understood the actual question.

"Which is fucked up because Klyntar usually behave in the opposite way." Hearing Thor swear was, perhaps, even more unsettling than finding out about the symbiote-alien-boyfriend thing my uncle had going on. The thunderer himself was nursing a jug of golden liquid. The good Asgardian stuff, he must've been really fucking bamboozled.

"Okay. So anybody wanna fill me on the details before I beat up my favourite idiot?" I sighed, pointedly looking at Tony.

"I thought I was your favourite idiot!" He immediately retorted, hurt, but nonetheless opened his arms to give me a grounding embrace. We may have sucked face for a few seconds, because why the hell not, Tony was an amazing kisser and his tongue down my throat was very calming.

"Hold up, what the fuck?" Now it was Eddie's turn to act all offended. "Aren't you a little too young for him?"

"You and your most likely carnivorous goth space pudding can fuck right off if you're not going to be supportive of my very inappropriate, very polyamorous relationship with three incredibly hot boomers," I shot back, slipping into some resemblance of normalcy. Me and Eddie go way, way back and shitting on each other's bad life decisions was the founding stone of our bromance. Hell, he was the guy who showed me the wonders of sarcasm at an early age! Wonderbaum!

"There's three of them?" Eddie's voice pitched and he gaped, palming his face.

"SHE HAS A POINT, EDDIE. WE EAT PEOPLE. BEING UNSUPPORTIVE WOULD MAKE US LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE." Eddie's buddy stated, sounding almost fed up. So, they were sentient enough to recognize how much of a pain in the ass Eddie could be. I could work with that, disregarding the cannibalism comment, of course. What the fuck was up with that?

"Yes, Eddie, I also periodically bump uglies and trade disgustingly sweet text messages with the Hulk and a badass wizard," I rolled my eyes at the reporter's following gasp and angry muttering. "Venom, I like you."

"WE RETURN THE SENTIMENT. YOUR CHOICE IN MATES IS VERY WISE, CONSIDERING YOU ARE A WEAK MORSEL. THEY CAN PROTECT YOU."

"Shut up, Squid. I'll still kick your motherfucking ass if you hurt Eddie."

The emo space goo laughed, a terse scratching noise, showing way, way too many teeth for me to feel comfortable but I allowed myself to be placed on the couch between Tony and Eddie nonetheless. The initial shock of seeing a talking octopod with fangs passed quickly - I've seen Stephen's "trophies" he brought from his otherworldly journeys and Lovecraftian horrors were, honestly, pretty low on the gross/creepy scale.

"Both of you, explain. For the love of fuck," Tony sighed, emotionally exhausted and drained of his usual bravado.

"Eddie was my dad's friend until he moved to Cali, I've know him for fifteen years, give or take. He taught me how to ride a bike and bake the best pot brownies," I shrugged. There wasn't much to say. "I visited him whenever I could but you know, with school and then you guys, there wasn't that much time to iron out the details." I have Eddie a death glare, pointing to Venom's floaty head with my eyes.

Eddie nodded. "What she said..." And then launched an elaborate tale about some company called Life Foundation, some evil dude named Drake and his own alien pudding named Carnage, who was one ugly motherfucker judging by Eddie's and Venom's combined "ew" face, their aching need for human brains to survive and other, more trivial things, like mental breakdowns in a lobster tank and getting dumped by a fiancé and eating their way through a HYDRA base after being captured and tortured. What a wild fucking ride.

"Sounds like you had a rough year," Everybody's dumbfounded silence was ended by Tony who took a slow swig of his whiskey before speaking.

"Yeah, no shit," Eddie muttered, twisting his black coated fingers in elaborate but frankly pretty shapes. His alien wrapped around his neck like a tube scarf and additional tentacles appeared between Eddie's hands, gently prying them open and enveloping them in a sort of a hug? It was hard to compute, the black mass appeared to be totally amorphous.

"How's your anxiety?" I asked, damn well knowing Eddie's mind tended to run like Tony's: zero to sixty in point five with no clear destination. Having an alien inside of him must've really thrown Eddie for a loop.

"It's, uh, better. Venom helps," The reporter admitted, still staring at his hands but the crease between his brows had disappeared and the expression he wore was kind of fond.

"Good. You know, Venom," I thoughtfully addressed the definitely sentient creature. "Eddie is a bigger dumbass than me, which is saying something. You ought to keep a really close eye on him. If not for me, he'd probably be dead from alcohol poisoning, like, years ago."

"WE ARE AWARE. WE CAN ACCESS EDDIE'S MEMORIES." A head manifested itself on a thicker tentacle, floating over to look me in the face but maintaining a respectful distance and staying out of my personal space bubble. "AND WE ARE THANKFUL. EDDIE IS THE PERFECT HOST. WE LOVE EDDIE."

I felt the corner of my mouth tilt upwards at the alien's proclamation. It was child-like in its blunt honesty but carried a certain weight with it. It told me whoever tries to separate those two in any way would get eaten faster than they could say "SIKE!". And honestly? I would help Venom hide the evidence.

"I literally had you for thirty minutes but I would kill everybody and then myself if you two got hurt. This is too soft, I can't." I snorted, extending a curious hand towards Venom. They looked so shiny. I had to touch them.

And they let me. Venom butted their head into my palm and let me gently run my fingers over their slightly cool, slippery flesh. It felt like putting my hands on a surprisingly sturdy yet bouncy piece of flubber. I purposely avoided the small maw and the endless rows of sharp teeth but managed to accidentally brush against something rough and scratchy - as it turned out, the Symbiote had a very long, very dexterous tongue. And didn't that give me a bunch of interesting mental images.

"Oh my God, NO!" Wanda moaned from somewhere, the voice mortified and disgusted.

"Why are you touching the people-eating alien?" Bruce yelped, entering the room with several people in tow. The scientist looked worried, a little bit green around the edges. The tablet in his hands beeped periodically, signifying the ongoing sciencing bender he was in process of.

"WE WOULD NOT EAT THIS HUMAN. WE ARE FOND OF THE MORSEL." Venom defended, well, venomously. Eddie wisely choose to stay silent, trading a knowing look with Tony.

Stephen Strange sighed, briefly closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose with a jagged movement. "One day, Princess, one day you will stop collecting people that are obviously bad for your health and your future. That, or space in the tower will simply run out." With a deeper, calmer sigh, the sorcerer landed in front of me on the floor, sitting cross-legged and subtly begging for a head scratch. Which meant just placing his always neatly trimmed curls under my free hand. His jealousy was about as subtle as a foot in the face.

"I'll just ask Tony to build more floors, duh," I rolled my eyes with force at the obvious solution, giving into Steph's demands, beginning to card through his hair. It was calming both of us, really.

Bruce came over to give me a kiss and my other boyfriends didn't even grumble about the scientist placing himself in my lap, crawling over both Tony and Stephen to get comfortable.

Our dynamic was unconventional and more than a little weird, but it worked for us and the rest of the team most certainly didn't complain about the vast decrease in conflict that came with the territory. Come to think of it, all of us were more tactile than just a group of friends sharing a house and I was very much on board with that. None of us except select few (looking at you, mister doctor) were hugged enough as children and we were making up for it in spades right fucking now.

"Girl has a type," Wanda remarked, like the messy little shit she was. I stuck out my tongue in retaliation.

The Avengers' brain trust began talking about Venom's slightly inconvenient diet that directly resulted in multiple felonies for one Edward Brock, and as much as I tried to follow the flow and make my own, however feeble, contributions to the scientific side of the conversation, the new life form was much more interesting. I asked Venom several questions and they deemed them acceptable enough to answer - which evolved on both of us absolutely geeking out over the differences in our physiology. The space pudding didn't hold back one bit, insulting the inferior human biology with gleeful gusto.

"They need a chemical called phenethylamine," Bruce sighed, having deduced it through discussion since Venom and Eddie both protested aggressively against any kind of invasive testing. "I can synthesize it. No more head-chomping, no more murder."

It made perfect sense. Except it didn't. "Brucie-bear, you're a brilliant fucking scientist but a shit psychologist." I interrupted whatever came next. "Venom is a person, like me and you and, yes, even Hulk. Tell me this: if you found a way to get rid of Hulk, would you stop sciencing in the gamma radiation field?" I looked my boyfriend straight in the eyes, hoping for a spark of common sense. "Do you see my point? You science, Tony engineers, Steve draws and Clint bakes. Venom hunts. It's who they are, you can't give them a pill to make it go away."

The weight of my word landed in the room like lead, heavy. The only source of sound was the TV, playing the news quietly in the background for the longest time. Those few minutes felt like hours until Thor expectantly turned towards Eddie/Venom.

"IT IS SO. WE ARE AFRAID WE CANNOT INFLUENCE OUR INSTINCT TO HUNT PREY. KLYNTAR ARE APEX PREDATORS." The little black goop sounded almost apologetic. It was hard to hear undertones with their voice being so deep and grating. "BUT WE CAN TRY." Okay, I could totally hear the hope. Finding out the Eldritch horror could make puppy eyes was... Terrifying, to be honest, because they fucking worked.

"Got any better ideas?" Tony asked me sarcastically.

"I do, actually." I leveled a look with Natasha. She understood. "HYDRA goons. The aliens that, for some reason, keep invading New York every month or so. Stephen's adventures in Hell. Do I need to continue?"

"Wait, hold on," Steve raised his palms. "We don't kill HYDRA, we deposit them in SHIELD custody."

I snorted at the naïve Captain. "And what do you think happens to them there? Did you honestly think they just let torturing, murdering, world-domination planning psychos back on the streets?"

Steve frowned in confusion. "They go to prison?"

Natasha choose that moment to step up. "It's not uncommon for them to possess certain enhancements to be deemed too dangerous to be released back into society. Some of them are low-tier mutants and inhumans. Trust me, Steve, the lethal injection is a much more humane treatment than solitary life imprisonment in a ultra-high security prison." Romanoff stated with a trace of compassion. "And some mutants, we can't contain for prolonged periods of time." She added quietly, looking away.

Rogers was staring blankly into the wall, mulling over the information in his head. His intensive thought process was plainly visible on his face. I heard about some kind of fiasco with HYDRA agents suicide-bombing a city in Europe few years ago and Steve was there, along with Wanda and Sam.

"Venom is a whole person, and even if they look like they could be the main character in Call of Ctulhu video game, we can't just disregard them like they are some kind of badly behaving pet. They're my honorary uncle's boyf-sorry-significant other, for fuck's sake," I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. "Y'all should know I don't fuck with people who give shit to one of my own. Don't disappoint me like that." I finished, feeling more tired than I had in months. I didn't regret giving into the found family dynamic, however I didn't exactly sign up for hard choices like them vs my long lost uncle, y'know?

Great, now I had a headache and three very concerned boyfriends glaring at me for unknown reasons. The urge to pace always manifested strongly within me as the emotional atmosphere rose in the room. With Bruce dangling off my lap, I couldn't do even that and I felt the restlessness blossom into irritation more and more with each passing second of my existence.

Eddie remained silent, looking down. Venom had mostly receded into the reporter's body, save for a few tentacles tightly wrapped around Eddie's palm.

"Alright," Steve suddenly said. "We can work with that."

"Princess, you look like you're either going to cry or yell any second," Bruce said softly, squeezing my shoulder and pulling me closer.

I immediately hid my face in his chest, taking several deep, shaky breaths. "Eddie is family. Y'all are family. It's terrifying to have to choose between the two." I said, after a brief moment of hesitation.

The reporter made some sort of a choked gasp, quickly masking it with a cough - I knew him way too well to miss the way he was fighting back tears of his own. Bruce understood, he really did understand me - hopped off my lap and let me hug Eddie properly, my happy-sad tears soaking through the collar of his tee.

"You're, uh, welcome to stay. I'll have a guest room prepared." Tony cleared his throat, passing his half-finished glass to Stephen who swallowed the liquid in one gulp. My boyfriends were so fucking emotionally illiterate. Disaster humans.

Huh, I really did have a type.

Later that night, I made the mistake of barging into Eddie's room with a bottle of really fancy whiskey I liberated from Tony's overstocked liquor cabinet. Visiting my uncle and boozing and smoking on the balcony, for old times sake, was my plan and...

I failed the mission successfully.

I didn't bother knocking. As soon as I saw a pair of bare feet, my eyes traveled further up on the couch on their own volition. There were so many tentacles, a writhing, oozing silky black mass and Eddie was making sounds, unmistakable noises-

"UNSEE. UNSEE. OH MY GOD, UNSEE, UNSEE." I stumbled back into the common room shivering.

"What happened, is everything okay?" Bucky stood up as soon as he saw me enter the doorway with my face scrunched in a grimace of regret. I felt like I've gone through the five stages of grief in the shortest time possible for a human being.

Somwhere, I heard Wanda's sudden moan full of pain and misery. "Please, stop THINKING about it!"

"Brain bleach, oh my God," I cringed. "Where's the Clorox?! I have decided I don't need my eyeballs-"

"Oooh," Tony's proverbial lightbulb lit up. The engineer sounded like he was about five seconds away from building a space ship and permanently moving to another planet. "They're together-together..." Tony intercepted me nonetheless, doing the most effective thing to make me stop speaking and thinking bullshit. He kissed me. With lots of tongue.

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[bitchiha]

may i request kiba nsfw headcanons and kakashi smut also ily lizzie mwah :33

Kiba NSFW HC’s

A/N: ily too anon!! So this is obv the Kiba NSFW and I’m currently working on a Kakashi smut. Also I combined this request with another one which was asking for Kiba w a biting / marking kink and I think that’s pretty spot on for him so I’ll just add that here as well!

I DID NOT PROOFREAD SO IM SORRY IF THERE IS ERRORS I JUST NEED TO POST SOMETHING LOL

Okay first things first, Kiba does not know how to be gentle.. like this fucker will really try okay, like he’ll try and kiss you softly, but it just gets him all flustered and before you know it your lips are bruised again. Same thing with sex like omfg he tries to make it savoury but his instincts just kick in and now you’re all bruised on the inside. He feels so bad afterwards, but you kind of like it and he can’t help it.

He’s a possessive little shit sometimes too. Like one time when you came home you smelled like Naruto and it got Kiba so pissed off lol. He’s like, “where’ve you been?” And you tell him you went to get ramen with Naruto and he’s being too pissy about it, which just leads to him fucking Narutos scent off of you and a shir ton of hickeys. That drive just makes his thrusts 10 times more aggressive and like you’re so worn out after because like I said, he cannot be gentle with regular sex so imagine just imagine the jealous sex..

Because he’s so possessive he always leaves marks on you. Like if you’re not marked up after a good fucking is that really Kiba laying next to you?

His favourite spot to leave marks is on your thighs. Likes when you wear skirts and you move your legs a certain direction, accidentally letting a few hickeys peek out. He gets a kick out of watching your flustered face as you desperately try and cover them.

When he’s eating you out, leading up to it he does a real good number on your thighs. They’re so soft and squishy and he’s biting them and sucking and licking and just he loses track of time, but your whimpers always snap him out of it. Then he gets down to business. He does the same thing with your tits and sometimes you have to claw at him to stop because it’s way too stimulating. He can’t be gentle so he’s sucking and biting down on your nipples like there is no tomorrow. PLUS!! He’s really good at massages so if your tits are sore afterwards he’ll make sure to rub them real nice for you.

Also like.. after he’s already did a number on your chest and you’re going at it again (like literally the next day because Kibas libido is >>>>) wear a lacey bra. His head will explode. He will go feral. Like He goes to lift your shirt off your head and then he has to pause at the sight of your tits because wow. They’re covered by this really fucking hot lacey white bra and hes drooling over how it contrasts with the purple and red marks he left all over you.. yah he’s a goner <3

As much as Kiba loves lingère on you, you don’t wear it for him very often. This is strictly because he always ruins the pieces. Once you wore this really cute matching set of a purple bra and panties and kiba ribbed the panties off you. Like straight up ripped them off you. In the moment you didn’t care because right after he ripped them off his dick was fucking you senseless, but the next morning you were pissed. He even managed to shred up the back of your bra. Like he just got irritated with the clasp and scratched it off you.

He doesn’t think it’s a big deal, lingère is hot and it’s meant to be ripped off you, right? Plus you can always buy a new set.. but when you show him the price tag after you’ve dug it out of the garbage his eyes pop out of his head. Who knew that small amount of fabric could cost so much??

Jealous sex is always the best. He just gets so worked up and he can go on for hours. If you piss him off enough he’ll be into orgasm denial, but for the most part he’s trying to show you how much better he is than whoever you tried to provoke him with, so he’ll try and make you cum as much as possible.

Anyway, I think Kibas loud in bed. I mean like I think he’s just the type to not care how loud he is?? Like he’s just horny and the only thing he’s thinking about is you. He wants to make sure that you’re loud too though. Don’t hold them back girl, let him hear it. Or don’t and he’ll try like 100 times harder to make you moan.

He groans a lot, but he also says dirty shit too and like I don’t think he even cares how dirty it is. Also he has a thing for claiming too, so expect a lot of talk with regards to that. “Taking by dick so well baby, so eager for me to claim you?” “You’re all mine.”

Uhm tbh I think you could just lay down forever and let Kiba just go at it.. like he just has so much energy that he doesn’t mind expelling it onto you. Of course he wouldn’t mind if you returned the favour every so often. Like don’t get me wrong he loves getting his dick sucked. More than most boys do.. and he also likes if you want to ride him too. Riding him is the best treat ever, bonus if you wanna dig your nails into his shoulders or chest. But for the most part he doesn’t mind doing majority of the work. He likes going down on you or just treating you because he gets so excited at the noises you make.

Kibas an ass and tits man. You cannot and will not change my mind. He likes cumming on them too LMFAOO. Like ok he likes cumming in you a lot — he has a breeding kink, but if you’re not into it or he’s not in the mood he’ll just let his load off on your tits. It doesn’t matter if he’s hitting from the back because he’ll just flip you over and finish himself off. Your ass works too though. You’ll scold him for doing it sometimes because he likes to make sure it’s all over your tits or your ass, but he’ll just shrug at your scolding and give you a smirk.

Okay back to the breeding kink omg.. let me collect myself for a second here.. Kiba is a dirty talker okay, but when he’s really getting into his breeding kink his dirty talk turns kinda soft?? “Look how pretty you are all filled up.” “You’re so gorgeous like this, so ready to have my kids.” I mean.. That’s pretty fucking nice man, I feel like he may also manage to be a tad bit gentle when he’s getting into the whole breeding thing, just because the idea of you having his kids makes him soft, but it just depends on his mood tbh. Sometimes he just flips a switch and just goes for hours like he’s on some next feral bullshit and other times he takes it a little slower.

I don’t think this really makes sense and I don’t really have much to go off of to prove this point but.. I think he’d be good at aftercare? Like he would always have to shower you in complinments after, please give him some too, “that was great babe, you did really good, so good.” Then he’ll help you clean up. He ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS, gets you a glass of water after sex. Probably drinks it halfway back to the bedroom and has to go and fill it up again, but the effort is what counts.

Uhm aftercare got me thinking of showers and now I think that he would also like shower sex. It’s kinda like what I said about kakashi in my NSFW headcanons for him, but I think Kiba would want to do it with you anywhere in your apartment: in the shower, on the bathroom sink, on the dinner table (WITH the dinner on it), on the coffee table, the couch... and do I really need to continue this? I think you all get it. It just ties into his claiming thing.

So when your friends are over and you’re eating snacks on the couch with pizza on the coffee table, it kinda makes him smirk because he’s like.. we did it on that coffee table lol

Also when either of you come home from mission, expect Kiba is gonna wanna fuck immediately. Like he’s not even halfway through the door but he’s taking his shirt off and telling you to do the same.

OKAY BUT HIS ORGASM FACE —

Ugh. Magnificent. Exquisite. Delectable. Like if he’s laying down, his head is titling back on the pillows, if he’s ontop his head is tilting down and all his fair falls in his face. He definitely squeezes his eyes shut and makes a little hissing sound, plus, he curses after. “Fuck, yeah right th-there.” “Shit, b-babe, I’m cumming.” Yes I believe he stutters when he cums. Don’t try me <3 AND ITS CUTE TOO. Okay also his mouth will fall open a little and it’s super hot because you can see his little canines peeking out.

This man

This man...

I am whore knee for this man.

[tommysparker]

24 and Counting

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

A/N: Normally I try to keep my fics gender neutral but for smut like this I will be writing the reader as female, mainly because it’s just easier. If you want a male!reader smut feel free to request it. That being said, i am still a virgin and not very experienced so if this is bad, especially with how rushed the ending is, I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :)

Warnings: smut, oral (m) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), hints of/implied sub!tom but not really, couple no-no words

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, confidence radiating as the sunlight trickled in through the cracks in the curtain. 

Today was Tom’s birthday, and you wanted to do something special. Your fellow roommates had already planned out a party with his family and a few close friends. Thankfully the whole Covid situation was easing up and you could allow a couple people over without raising the curve too much. 

The party wasn’t till later into the day, however, so you decided to prepare your own gift for him, one you knew he would definitely cherish. 

Tom groaned lightly as he stirred awake, covering his eyes to avoid the light pulling him out of his sleep. He reached across the bed lazily, trying to pull you closer but froze when he only felt the bed sheets. “Y/n..?” He called out huskily. 

When the groggy voice reached your ears, you took one last glance at the mirror before smirking. It’s showtime. You strode to the foot of the bed, crawling on to the mattress slowly. 

Tom felt the bed dip and opened his eyes hesitantly, only to be met with the sight of your nude body and a little ribbon bow-tie in your hair. His body felt like it just got splashed with cold water with how awake he suddenly felt. Despite that, his brain was still lagging a bit. “What- I mean...huh?” He stumbled, eyes wandering widely as he took in your naked figure. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” You said sultry, hands rubbing the inside of his thighs as you lay between his legs. Lucky for you, it wasn’t uncommon for Tom to sleep naked, especially after the little pre-birthday celebration you and the boys had last night. You watched him, eyes full of adoration but smile dripping with mischief. 

Oh yeah, birthday. Right. That explains it. Tom thought to himself. He remembered how he woke you up on your birthday, only fair that you return the favour...or get revenge. He really hoped it was the former. 

“Y’know...I was planning on you waking up with your cock already down my throat,” You shrugged, hand inching closer and closer to his growing hard-on, “But you just looked so pretty I figured I’d let you sleep in a bit longer and let you wake up on your own time.” 

The birthday boy breathed heavily as he felt the bits of pressure against the head of his dick. He reached down to tangle his fingers in your hair, silently begging for more. “How kind of you, darling.” 

Your smile widened, pressing a feather-light kiss to the side of his cock and ghosting your lips up towards the tip. “So, 24 huh? Getting to be such a big boy now, Tommy. Suppose I should give you your present now?”

Tom nodded eagerly, hips bucking as your hand came in contact with this now-throbbing member. If there was one thing that drove him to the brink of insanity, it was those god-damn barely-there touches. Knowing this, you usually took full advantage of it. 

Dramatically sticking your tongue out, you flicked the edge of it against his head, emitting a small groan-mixed-whine from the boy in front of you. “Now, baby boy. Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going to give you your special birthday licks, and you aren’t gonna cum until I’m finished. Understood?” 

Tom whined pitfully, but nodded nonetheless. You loved to tease him, and god have mercy that you wouldn’t prolong whatever you had planned. 

“Oh, and you also have to count each one. If you skip a number or mess up, that’s all you’re getting for this morning.” 

Well, fuck.

And so it began. Your hand cupping his balls as your mouth descended onto his cock. He was practically leaking already, and it took almost all of your will-power not to lick up every bead of pre-cum that dribbled down his shaft. You were planning on making this game last. 

The thing was, there would have been no issue until you told him he had to count. That was the cruelest thing you could do to a man, especially on his birthday. Tom is so responsive, his mind goes practically blank and is flooded with euphoria, so forcing him to actually use his brain instead of being able to lay back and fall into the warmth of pleasure was utter torture to him.

“O-one..” You heard him breathe out as you finally gave in and licked a strip up along the underside, following a small bit of pre-cum and revenge has never tasted so sweet. 

This continued on for what felt like hours to Tom, your mouth moving up and down on his cock, hand pumping in time and on occasion he would feel your tongue against his burning skin, and each time he nearly forgets to count the next number down. What’s next? Five? 15? He couldn’t tell anymore. All he could focus on was how fucking good your throat felt around him. 

You could tell he was about to lose it, the way his words jumbled together, abs twitching and the grip on your hair was a dead give away. Normally, you would’ve pushed his hand away but considering it was his birthday you let it slide. You found yourself finding it harder and harder to ignore the aching between your legs as you pleasured your lover. 

“Oh fuck...uh s-seventeen? No- eighteen? Shit...love please m’ gonna- m’ gonna cum- oh!” He cried out when you gave a rather harsh suck on his tip. He looked down at you with hooded eyes, back arching off the bed and he swore he saw stars. 

You eyed him closely while you licked your way down his cock, mouthing at his balls while your hand kept him stimulated. The sight of him falling apart at your touch would never get old. 

“L-Love, pleasepleaseplease, god- fuck, can I cum? Please, l-let me cum,” He begged desperately. He was at your complete mercy. “It’s my birthday, please.” 

You hummed thoughtfully, weighing the options in your head as you continued to tease your boyfriend. On one hand, you wanted him to pay for the relentless teasing he put you through on your birthday, but on the other you wanted more than anything to jump on his cock and ride him into oblivion. You decided on a third option, both. 

Tom’s brain barely registered how many times he felt your tongue hit his dick. The movement was swift, and he was so far gone in the cloud of lust he barely remembered the consequences of forgetting to keep track. “U-uh….n-nineteentwentytwenty-onetwenty-twotwenty-three,” He was so close. He could practically taste the sweet relief. “Oh god darling please just one more...one more baby please.” 

“You gonna cum baby boy? You wanna feel my tongue on your cock?” 

“Yes yesyesplease,” He continued pleading. Tears pricked at the edge of his eyes from how hard he was holding back his orgasm. You hummed, the vibrations triggering his nerves in all the right ways and he was so close. 

It amazed him how his body reacted to your touch. You played him like an instrument, pushing all the right spots to get him to moan out. You could read him like a picture book, and he wondered how someone so amazing as you could stand to be with someone like him. You were there for him through and through, and he adored you for it. 

But in moments like these, where he was right on the edge, he couldn’t hate you more. Of course, he doesn’t actually hate you, it was just the sexual frustration that was starting to take a toll. He was an impatient man, after all. 

You noticed right as you pulled away, rubbing his thighs while he squirmed and whimpered. You smirked, gripping his cock and bringing it up to your lips. Locking eyes with him, brown and desperate meeting dark with lust and mischievous, you stuck your tongue out and licked a final, long stripe up from his balls to his tip, swirling around his head before pulling away. 

Tom moaned, bucking up into the air. “Fuck...make me cum, darling come on please i-it’s starting to hurt.” That wasn’t a total lie, the builded pressure in his balls was starting to ache, but it was a good kind of ache, not that he would ever admit it. 

“You were so good, handsome. I think it’s time for the real gift,” you smiled as you straddled his waist, pumping his cock while you lined it up at your pussy. “Can you feel how wet I am for you?” 

He definitely could, you were practically dripping and all he wanted to do in that moment was bury his dick in your pussy as deep as he could. Turns out, you were gonna do that for him. 

You slowly sank down, giving yourself a moment to adjust. In that time slot, Tom lost all self-control he had and grabbed your face, smashing your lips onto his. A noise of surprise escaped your throat before reciprocating. 

Tom held your waist while you started moving on his cock, moaning as he felt your walls tighten around him. “Fuck, Y/n m’ not gonna last…” 

You hummed in response, kissing his neck and increasing the intensity of your actions. “Give it to me, birthday boy.” 

With that, Tom flipped you over and started pounding into you, chasing his release. He buries his face in your neck, leaving chaste kisses and moaning freely against your skin. He felt your nails dig into his shoulders, hot scratches trailing down his back as he thrusted harder. 

You were a moaning mess beneath him, a small cry passing your lips every time he hit that spot. It didn’t take long for him to release a final moan before cumming, triggering your own orgasm. 

Tom pulled out carefully once you both finished, dropping onto the bed and panting heavily. “Best. Present. Ever.” He grinned at the ceiling, turning his head to look at you. 

You were already gazing at him, taking in his post-sex look and dear god it was gorgeous. “Happy birthday, Tommy.” You smiled, cupping his cheek with one hand and pulling him in for a light kiss before getting up. 

“Hey where are you going?” 

“To shower. You coming?” 

You were going to be the death of him, and he loved you for it. 

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Happy Birthday Tom Holland!!

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[malethirsty]

Male Crow Eater: Tig Trager

Summary: As Charming Cinemas opens with a mattinee of Smokey & The Bandit, you plan on inviting SAMCRO as your plus group, however Tig has a plan of his own.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Vouyerism

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/MaleThirst/status/1201339860633571334

After what seemed like a long time of work, the final stages of building Charming Cinema had arrived, which is a big time for any constructor as you gazed out at the finished work with SAMCRO all next to you to celebrate “Good work man.” Jax said to you & the club murmured it’s approval “At least your asshole boss will stop hassling you about us now.” Tig snarked “Well he’s gonna get a shock on Grand Opening day.” “Why’s that doll?” Tig asked intrigued, “As a thank you, we get to invite people this weekend, the mattinee is Smokey & The Bandit, and I” “We’re in, whatever it is, we’re in.” Tig proclaimed, causing you to smirk “Was wondering if ya’ll would like to be my invite, I can put it under ‘Teller-Morrow Workers’ so he won’t know it’s you guys, you need to keep you kutte’s out of sight though.” “Seems fair enough.” Jax looked to his brotherhood and asked “All in favour of being Y/N’s date to the Charming Cinema opening say I.” “I” the orher members spoke in unison all raising their hands “That settles it.” Jax said “When do you need us.” “It actually starts at midnight that day, so you all would be up, we get the day off as other people are coming in to make sure things are up and working, so I’ll be at the Clubhouse picking out suits and shit for you guys.” “Deal.” Said Jax leaning in for a kiss to seal the deal, with much wolf whistling from the crowd. “Not right now, I need to head back, but I’ll see you later.” SAMCRO waves you off, before Tig turned to the group “So tonight I’m gonna get Y/N to give me a run through of the place, here’s what we’re gonna do.”

A few days passed where final procedures were put into place. You went over to the clubhouse to get everyone’s measurements for their suits, everyone was cooperative, apart from Tig who asked you for the floorplan. You eventually gave it to him, wondering why he wanted to know “Don’t worry about it doll.” He grinned and winked at you, making you wonder about what he could pull, as Tig was often the most daring SAMCRO member.

The night before the opening finally arrived, and you were brimming with excitement at the product finally being shown off. You had rented out a limo for the club so they could arrive in style and piss off your boss with how formal they were. “I still don’t understand why we can’t scare him with our bikes.” Juice said “I’d love to, but it’s opening night procedure and I have to set an example, after tomorrow, you can rock up and vroom your engine to scare him, but doing it tonight would set people on edge.” “He’s right, we can be formal for one night, right guys?” Jax asked to a murmur of ascent. Things went smoothly after that, you made it to the confectionary stand with no problems with Ratboy being designated on carrying everyone’s snacks and then passing them out so you got your Ice cream and Popcorn to share with Tig who chose to sat right next to you “I’m excited, Smokey & The Bandit is my favourite film of all time! Love that damn film!” You smiled at his enthusiasm “I’m glad you could be here for me, all of you guys.” At that point as everyone had filtered in, the lights dimmed for previews so Jax sent an obligatory thumbs up.

Midway through the film, Tig tapped on your shoulder “What’s up?” You whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear “I need you outside, it’s urgent.” Quickly you rose to your feet and escorted Tig outside “Are you ok? Is something wrong? Are you losing feeling in your legs?” Your questioning was stopped by Tig slamming you into the wall and kissing you deep. “Fuck that was exhilierating.” Tig whispered hotly “You said it was urgent, I feared the worse!” You said a little angrily “It is Y/N.” He moved your hand to his clothed cock “I’ve been fucking hard since you sat next to me, my balls are so full of cum, I need you to milk it out of me like the good Crow Eater you are.” You shook your head, a grin forming on your face “Lead the way Tig.” He scooped you up in his arms and made his way forwards. You expected he’d take you to the men’s toilets to fuck in the cubicle, but he continued up the stairs “Tig, the” “I know doll, I have a surprise that I’ve been planning for a while.” He walked into the staff room, where your boss often had meetings, thank goodness it was empty. Tig sat in your boss’s seat at the head of the table and pushed you to your knees “Suck my dick.” Tig ordered and you wasted no time taking his pants down as he removed his kutte, finishing as you took his cock deep into your mouth “Oh shit, fuck yes!” Tig moaned out as he sat back, arms outstretched as he enjoyed your technique on his dick. “Like that (Y/N), Oh God, you wanna get a raise then you better suck me off like that! Fuck baby!” With the boss/employee storyline in place, you decided to up the ante and moved down and begun to suck his balls “OH FUCK!” Tig yelled out “Fuck yeah! So good for daddy! Now this is that good shit! Suck daddy’s balls baby boy, get em in your mouth, breathe in my musk, smells good huh?” You nodded your head, tongue circling around each of Tig’s balls reducing the man to a collection of groans and moans as he held your head and guided you.

Eventually he pulled you off him “Up on the table babe.” You quickly slid onto the wooden table in front of Tig, noticing out of the corner of your eye the CCTV camera “Oh shit! Tig, we’re being filmed!” You said pointing up at it “Oh yeah, we are!” He waved at the camera “Tig! This is bad! I could lose my-“ “Calm down doll!” He reached into his fallen pants and pulled out his phone. He worked with it for a bit before he showed it to you, on the screen was a FaceTime chat with Clay on the other end in what looked like the CCTV room, with your boss on the floor, seemingly knocked out “We figured your Two Suit Boss needed to get some SAMCRO vengance for the pressure he put you under for being with us, so Clay slipped out earlier and beat him unconscious, he has full control of the cameras & footage, we’re gonna take the footage of us and run our own SAMCRO Cinema unveiling later, the matinee is of you being my good fucking slut and taking daddy’s cock like a good Crow Eater.”

“You are something else Tig.” You knew he was out there but the fact he’d go this far for you was shocking but also really pleasing “Fuck yeah I am. Now spread your legs for me.” You did as he asked “Fuck your asshole looks good, can’t wait to get my dick up inside it.” Tig wasted no more time and fucked himself deep inside said asshole. “FUCK!” You groaned, your head hitting the table “Ouch!” “Fuck, doll, you alright?” Tig rubbed your head soothingly “Yeah, I didn’t expect how hard you’d be.” “Y/N, I’m a very big man, even bigger when I think about ya, now let daddy take care of you.” Tig began to work himself in & out of you with a rough pace, moans falling out of his mouth “You’re so fucking tight babe, fuck you’re the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked, and I’ve fucked so many over my time.” Tig leant down over you, kissing you deep. He rubbed your nipples as you ran your hands down his chest hair “Fuck you’re hot.” I breathed out “Back at ya.” Tig grinned, suddenly pulling out “Turn over.” You swiftly turned over, moaning out as Tig fucked back into you.

Now fucking from behind, Tig was able to go deeper, moaning louder “Fuck Tiggy, you’re so fucking good.” You praised, to the bikers ears “I wanna stay in your ass forever. Your walls are tight and cozy around my dick. Such a good Crow Eater for daddy.” You let multiple moans fall out as he continued to fuck you “Oh yeah!” Tig groaned, loving how well you were taking his cock “This is better than watching Smokey, this is way. fucking. better.” He hit your prostate deeply, leaving you a mess of sweat & moans as you tightened around him. He pulled out yet again, causing you to moan in despair “Tig, I need you!” He laughed “Get up from there babe.” As you moved off the table, you saw him sitting in your boss’s chair again “Sit on it.” He didn’t need to ask twice, you slid your legs in between the slats on the chair and lowered yourself onto his dick. “That’s it, Oh fuck! I fuckin love your ass Y/N!” He groaned out, slapping it as you both returned to your rhythm, the air filling with moans & groans from the both of you. He bit into your nipples making you scream out “OH FUCK TIG!” He laughed, “God I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Tig.” You moaned back, kissing him deep.

Both of your paces began to get sloppy & you knew you wouldn’t last much longer “Fuck Tig, I’m gonna” Tig began to stroke your cock “Do it babe, cum for daddy Tig, shoot all over daddy’s hairy chest!” His dirty talk, his Earth shattering fuck, it finally pulled you under. You were a mess of moans as you shot all over him “Oh fuck! You made a mess of daddy! But I fucking love it!” He went faster than before, causing you to bend backwards a moaning mess as he continued to work into you, your walls now extra tight from your orgasm. “Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna cum, Tiggy’s gonna cum deep inside you! You’re so tight round my cock, make Daddy proud & take all his cum, FUCK!” He kept going roughly before finally “OH YES! FUCK YEAH!” He shuddered roughly as he shot his load deep. You reached back up, giving him a deep kiss that he returned with matching passion, breaking it, you licked his moustache “Fuck, keep that up and I’m gonna get hard again.” You repeated your action & low and behold, his cock began to get hard again “Fuck, you are insatiable!” “Only for you babe, only for you.” You both kissed as you removed your legs from the slats and both of you stood up & started to get dressed again, Tig reached for his phone “What did you think Clay?” “See for yourself.” You heard him say, Tig let out a “Well shit.” Before showing you the phone, Clay was holding his right hand up, covered in his load. You & Tig took a moment to appreciate the sight before Tig disconnected the call. “SAMCRO Cinema is gonna be fucking great, I can tell. We’ll go back and watch the film, then I’ll go get confectionary for us all, then as they watch our movie, I’ll take you down the hall, shove my musky balls in your mouth, you’ll love them, I’ll fucking cum, we’ll have a good fucking night.” You leaped into Tig, wrapping your legs round his back as you kissed him “Damn baby, where did you come from? Doll, I fucking love you.” Tig kissed you deep again as you let his compliments wash over you, SAMCRO was where you belonged.

[ill-skillsgard]

Texts From Henry 2 - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ smut/sexting/forced masturbation/teasing/mentions of cheating/mature themes.  Please read at your own discretion.

Note: Hello, loves. I’ll just leave this here. Let me know your thoughts and all that jazz. I don’t have much to say except enjoy! Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated! Many kisses.

Read more Henry x Mistress imagines here > Masterpost

Henry was breaking the rules all day long. Rules he set out when you first started working for him. From the moment he strutted into the office, to the last minute on the clock, he toyed with you. You weren't sure why Henry was in this peculiar mood, but you had a feeling it had something to do with the holidays being everything he wanted and more.

They were long gone—the holidays—and everyone was back to the regular grind. No more Christmas music played over the radio, no more decorations around the office, but still, a hellish amount of tinsel remained ingrained into the carpets. As Mr. Deaver's assistant, your winter holidays stretched just as long as his, and you came in refreshed and ready to work.

Henry had other plans, which started during his first meeting of the new year.

You sat at your desk, changing your planner and sending out confirmation calls to clients. With your phone pressed against the side of your face, all notifications went unchecked until you finished.

I'm so bored... and horny.

Aren't you in a meeting right now?

Yes.

You're horny sitting around a table of older men talking about how much money they made over the holidays?

Hey! I'm one of those old men!

Mr. Deaver, it's 10 in the morning. Maybe you need some coffee?

I need my tongue on your pussy.

Your face scorched, and you sucked your cheeks in to keep a sly smile from creeping along. Henry told you before that you often looked at your phone like there was porn playing and how it might alert others to your inherent deviousness, but it was always his bold little messages making you grin. Another text came in not five minutes later.

Is that a no? Or can I eat you for lunch?

Are you dissatisfied with the blowjob I gave you this morning?

Lol, not a chance. I just can't stop thinking about you. I can't get up from this table because I'm so hard thinking about ripping open that nice new blouse I bought you and cramming my face between your beautiful tits.

You're being wildly unprofessional today, Mr. Deaver. I'm going back to work now!

Can you do me one favour?

Yes?

Go to the bathroom and send me a naughty pic?

I can't! I have real WORK to do, unlike you, Mr. Big Shot.

I'll give you a big shot, alright.

You set your phone down and pictured your boyfriend in the conference room seated around a board of men with his head full of nasty thoughts. It seemed like a week had passed since he was a stranger in a café, ordering coffee in the morning and whiskeys at night. When he was a mysterious businessman writing in his planner with a silver pen, you never once pinned him to fantasize. It was a silly assumption, everyone had dirty thoughts, but his quiet demeanour and big duo-toned eyes skittered across the walls in deep thought reserved for important things. He was, after all, your good Christian boy.

Henry hinted all morning about going out for lunch. You suspected it meant he wanted to get into his car for a quickie, but you had other plans. He was easy to tease and easier to frustrate. You required payback for the distractions and to remind him that, when it came to naughtiness, you'd always have him beat.

You received a lucky hand when Henry got roped into another long meeting. He had settled down somewhat into the early evening, texting you to head home without him. You did not argue and set your plan in motion as soon as you returned to the condo and got undressed in the master bedroom. Henry would receive those naughty pictures he requested.

You snapped the first one, a playful pose with your hand and forearm covering only nipples. It took a bare minute for Henry to respond.

Omg now you decide to be a dirty girl? When you're not even here? Evil.

How much longer is your meeting?

Not sure. Hopefully over soon so I can come home and devour those beautiful tits. 😝

Too bad. I'm already in bed playing with myself.

He received another picture of your hand between your legs against the backdrop of his bedspread. It was for show, but the image of him getting aroused and squirming in front of his coworkers excited you. You needed a moment to work yourself up, planning what you would do the moment Henry charged through the doors with high expectations.

Sure enough, he raced home. By a quarter to seven, Henry was up the stairs, shed of his jacket and already loosening his tie. When you saw him come through the bedroom door with an outline pressed on the front of his trousers, wildness sparked in his eyes.

"Okay, no more teasing, understand?" He crawled onto the bed, stilled by the sole of your foot pressing against his chest.

"Not so fast."

"What is it?" He giggled.

"Take your clothes off for me," you demanded.

Henry paused, let out a small, exasperated chuckle and sprung off the mattress. He unravelled his tie, hanging it over the foot bench, and then worked the buttons of his dress shirt open. His long, graceful hands made short work of his belt, and when every zip, button and lace came undone, he peeled his clothes off, tossing you knowing looks like once he was naked, the game would be on. But you had plenty more in store for him as your legs parted, and your hand snuck down.

Angling your gaze at his boxers, you nodded. "Your underwear, sir."

He hooked his thumbs under the waist and pushed them down around his ankles. When he stood stark naked beside the bed, you hummed and let your fingers do a bit of wandering. Gaze fixed, he barely noticed your devious smirk.

"Mm, Daddy wants," Henry purred.

"No."

The word struck him like a soft slap, not enough to sting but quick to make him flutter his lashes. "What do you mean?"

"You were so very bad today. I think a bit of punishment is in order... Sitting in your meetings, texting me all those naughty things, being unprofessional at work. That's not how big boys act."

"Oh, come on," he laughed. "You do the same."

"You just get to stand there and watch me play with myself," you informed him.

Henry had much to say in protest, but you closed your eyes and circled two fingers around your clit, awakening your own arousal with the sound of him whining next to you.

"Babe, come on. Wanna play, too," Henry prodded.

"Mm, feels so good, just doing it myself."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Henry's arousal grow. His cock filled with blood, curving up and standing resolute. He gave himself two long strokes, but he longed for more than his palm. He wanted to plunge himself deep inside your warm wetness and feel his balls slapping against your soft, damp skin. The way you massaged yourself and spread your legs made him itch.

"Oh, don't do that. That's mine," Henry said with a pout.

He watched your middle finger disappear, slick noises and little moans driving him mad with desire. Saliva flooded his cheeks when he imagined dragging his tongue up and down your pussy lips, enclosing your clit with his mouth to give you just enough gentle suction to have your back arching.

"Baby, please," Henry begged. "Let me do it."

"Touch yourself," you replied.

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and he stroked himself at the same pace. You turned up the heat until he couldn't take it anymore. It amused you to watch such an important man struggling and lustful.

"Yes, stroke that big dick for me. Get yourself nice and hard. Oh, you've been fending off hard-ons all day, haven't you, Mr. Deaver?"

"Yeah," he panted.

"Been wanting to fuck my pussy while you were busy in all your meetings, huh? Thinking about how good it would feel to stuff your cock inside me?"

"Oh, fuck, babe."

You lifted your hand to your mouth, and Henry's jaw dropped. One wet finger disappeared between your lips, and he groaned as though he were in pain from watching you taste your juices. He wanted that sweetness on his tongue and took more steps until he could walk no further.

"Come on, let me taste that pussy."

"I might just make you jerk off for me while I get myself off. Perhaps that would be adequate discipline for distracting me with your nastiness."

"No," he shook his head. "Nuh-uh. I'll never get off."

"Is that a challenge?" Your eyes popped wide.

"No! Please, baby. Please don't torture me like this. I can't see you fingering that pussy right in my face. I need some. Please? Let me have my pussy. I promise I'll be a good boy from now on."

"Promises, promises," you teased.

"I do! I promise. Don't make me play by myself."

The tension building in your tummy lifted the base of your spine as your gentle flickers picked up speed. The glossiness in his eyes made it difficult to contain your amusement. Teasing him was too easy.

"Oh, it's so good. I might come soon, Mr. Deaver. Just like this."

Henry's shoulders slumped as he gave up stroking himself. "Baaaabe," he whined again. "Please, please, please. I'll be good. I'll be good, just please let me touch you."

Before he clambered onto the bed, you shot him a warning glare. "No, you don't have permission to touch my body right now."

"W-what? No! Come on. I've been waiting all day."

"That's not what you should do with your time, is it? You should have focused and did your work instead of getting yourself all hard daydreaming about dirty things. And begging for pictures. Such bad behaviour deserves punishment."

Instead of griping for permission, Henry rose his leg and planted his foot on the bed while he gripped his shaft and began pumping away. "Fine, you want me to jerk it for you? I'll give you anything you want."

His eyes closed as he worked himself into a passion, pleasured breaths filling the room. After a couple longer, slower strokes of his head, he settled at a quick pace, grinding his teeth together, trying to forget he wasn't allowed near you.

"I'll come like this. Thinking about that sweet pussy juice getting all over my cock."

"You wanna taste it, don't you?"

Henry shook his head, never opening his eyes. "No, this is fine. Plus, I can smell how wet you are and hear you fucking that soaked little hole. That's all I need."

He assumed he had bested you until you scooted closer to him, tilting your pelvis so he could see every naked inch of you and what your slick fingers were playing with. For a moment, you expected he might groan and beg again, but he drew in a deep breath, hand pumping away while he enjoyed you touching yourself.

"How badly do you want my cock?" He asked.

"I don't need it," you grinned.

"No? You don't need to feel me inside, your fingers doing it for you? You don't want to feel my hot tongue licking that little clit? You're okay with rubbing one out on your own?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Because all I have to do is remember how your face looked when I fucked your throat this morning. I don't need your pussy. I got it all up here, baby."

A shudder of air left him as he came closer to the edge. It was clear when he was getting close, as he liked to concentrate all stimulation at the tip where he was most sensitive. But he groaned in frustration, gripping the hilt of his shaft before trailing the same hand down to cup his balls—a move he had grown used to by your introduction.

"I bet you wish I were sucking on those balls right about now, huh?"

Henry pouted, eyebrows arching with desperation. A muffled groan rumbled in his throat, and he nodded his head yes. "Want you so bad."

"What will you do next time I'm busy at work?"

"I'll be a good boy."

"And?"

"I'll wait, and I won't bug you."

Your heat began to boil from the fake innocence on his sulking face. Henry was no angel, but when he brooded and whimpered like that, your heart faltered.

"No more naughtiness at work?" You asked.

"Only if you say I'm allowed."

A shiver skittered over your shoulders, and you stopped toying with your clit. "Promise?"

He dropped his foot back on the carpet and lowered to his knees, clutching at the blankets in hopes you would finally allow him to at least stroke your legs. "I promise."

"Come here, then."

Henry climbed onto the bed, shuffling himself between your thighs so quickly you had no time to blink before he pushed down on his throbbing erection. easing into your tightness. Once inside, he spasmed, pulled out and slipped back in fast. A large hand coasted down your leg and lifted your calf over his shoulder. Eyes screwed shut, Henry gripped your thigh, pulling it up to use it as a support for his battering.

With one arm clutching your leg in place, his free hand spread your lips for a better view. "Yes, oh, Christ, that pussy's so wet. So warm. Aw, fuck. I'm gonna come!"

"So soon?" You asked, but Henry had already slipped out and shot his cum down the back of your leg and opening. "Uh-oh. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Jesus fuck."

"Just a desperate boy, aren't you?"

"Told you, I needed you."

"I don't think I've ever seen you come so fast."

Henry tried to laugh at himself, a hint of shame tainting his post-orgasm expression. He laid down next to you, chest heaving until his breath levelled.

"Would you like to sit on my face?" He asked.

"I'm covered in cum."

"I don't care," he whispered. "Hop on, baby."

[daddyfuckinlonglegs]

Busted.

Nate was asleep. MacCready was sure of it. Well, half sure; he wasn't snoring, but his breath was rasping a little in his throat, steady and even, like a strange little tide from his lungs. Mac shuffled along the bedroll a little, trying to keep some distance between them, and pulled the corner of the sleeping bag up to his chin. It'd been weeks since they'd had any time apart, and MacCready was starting to get a little...tense. He didn't like doing this, not with someone so close, but it certainly wasn't the first time – growing up in Lamplight had certainly taught him how to be quiet about it, and anyway, after the... He shook his head, pushing it away. Okay. Okay, here goes. He moved his hand slowly, carefully, under the cover, down the flat of his stomach and into his pocket, fishing out a small, crumpled picture, smoothing it out one handed and propping it carefully against the edge of his pack, close to his face – a clipping from a pre-war skin-mag, the picture was well worn, thick white fold-lines creasing and criss-crossing the action, but all the bits that mattered were still clear as day. His hand crept to the front of his pants, silently unfastening them and sliding them down his hips, just a little, just enough. He kept his breathing soft, almost holding his breath as his fingertips brushed down the side of his dick, as he pulled it out of his pants, as he tucked the front of his vest up over his stomach  He shivered in anticipation, curling his fingers down into his pubic hair, rubbing the heel of his palm along his shaft, cold nerves running down his back. God he needed this; his balls felt bluer than a mutfruit, even the rough surface of the bedroll felt good against his skin.  He sucked his stomach in, a bright burst of sensation pealing from his groin as he tugged softly at himself, and focused on the photo – god knows how many times he'd jerked off to this picture, even if it was hard to make out in the dark room, he knew it like the back of his hand. The woman's hair falling down her back, her round, peachy ass, her smooth, clear skin, fuck, I bet she smells delicious, like fresh air in the morning, bet she tastes so clean and fucking swee- Nate shuffled, and MacCready froze, jerking his eyes up, staring at the wall in taut silence. Nate moved again, drawing the blanket further up his shoulders, curling his hand beneath the small pillow. MacCready let his breath out slowly, silently, relief washing through him. Okay, still asleep. Okay... He fixed his eyes back on the photo, biting his lip, pushing his hips forward a little, crossing his ankles. His eyes scanned the picture restlessly. Her spread legs, her knees up at her shoulders, the soft pink swell of her pussy under her dirty blonde pubes, the guy putting it in her hard and fast... or maybe slow, maybe taking his time, letting her slide onto his dick, teasing her, just the tip, pushing it in real slow. God it must feel so good to be in her, to have him in her... MacCready squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on the corner of the blanket, one hand clamped in a wet fist around the head of his cock, the other smoothing up over his chest, pinching his nipple. His mind wandered, all on it's own; the first time he'd gotten close to a girl, just before he left lamplight, his hand tucked inside her dress, exploring her while she wriggled in his lap; how he'd felt inside Lucy when they'd made it the first time, so soft but so desperate for each other; when they'd gotten their own place, a real bed, how he'd bent her over it and eaten her wet pussy until she couldn't take it and begged for him; remembering how she'd pulled him away before he came inside her and took it in her mouth instead, shit that was good; remembering how it felt, hazy and cold, outside the bar in Sanctuary, Nate on his knees in the dirt, his mouth warm and wet around -  He gasped, a little too loudly, and let go of his dick, clamping his teeth together, breath hissing into the blanket. What the fuck, man? We're jerking to this now? He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, cracked his wrist in a slow circle. Fine.

It had felt pretty good, drunk or not. And it wasn't like you turned him down. You let him do it, didn't you? You let him suck your dick, 'cause you're a dirty little pervert, and wanted to know what it's like. MacCready's stomach tensed, and he clenched his thighs. God he was right there, this was such a bad idea... Yeah, with an older guy. A guy who's paying you. RJ you little creep. You want him to take advantage of you, yeah, you want him to use you... He whimpered, pulling his knees up, a shiver running through him, that sweet, hot tension building in his stomach. He spread his legs, panting softly into the blanket. Nate cleared his throat. Loudly. Deliberately.  MacCready started, panic rushing him, blushing bright red and cold, his hard-on softening almost instantly. He lay absolutely still, his pulse bursting in his ears, gripping the folds of his pants until his knuckles were white – Shit! - he didn't dare pull them up yet. Nate moved, rolling carefully onto his back, and they sat, silent, paused in the darkness. Nate spoke first. “You, uh... you need me to go outside? For a little while?” MacCready cursed silently, screwing his eyes shut. He swallowed. “Uhh... no, you're... you're okay.” His voice came out high and wavering. He heard Nate stifle a laugh. “You sure? I can take a smoke for ten minutes...” MacCready slid his pants back up, arching his ass off the floor and huffing, shame-faced, tense frustration settling in him. “It's fine.” Nate snickered. “Doesn't sound fine.” “It's fine.”  Nate rolled again, leaning up on his elbow, facing MacCready. Mac stayed facing the wall, his cheeks hot and his mouth dry, his pulse heavy in his groin. Nate nudged him playfully. “What's the matter, you hoping I'm gonna take over?” Mac shivered and gritted his teeth. “Get lost.” Nate nudged him again, snickering. “What were you thinking about?” His voice was plastered with that smug little smile. MacCready grimaced. “You getting off my dick about it, and never talking to me again.”

“Ouch.” Nate sighed, then, almost a whisper: “I thought maybe you liked that. Me. On your dick.” MacCready swallowed. “Fuck off.” Nate shrugged, hesitated; then rubbed his hand gently against MacCready's thigh. “I'm right here if you... y'know, change your mind.”

Nate lifted his hand away, closed his eyes. Mac felt the pressure of hot nerves in his chest, and like it or not, his dick was getting hard again. This fuckin' guy, he's just... he just knows, doesn't he? That it... that after...  Mac struggled a flurry of thoughts into a conscious stream; you could just lie back and let him, y'know... A little sigh shivered from his mouth, and he glanced over his shoulder at Nate.  He lay on his back, one arm folded behind his head, looking at the ceiling still, staring off at nothing in particular. MacCready reached out, hands moving on their own, pulling Nate's hand back against his body, rolling towards him, teeth almost chattering with nerves. “Okay. You're right.” he whispered, his eyes cast down to Nate's collarbone. “I did like it. You... I, uh... you wanna jerk me off? “Mmm,” Nate purred rolling towards him, “so romantic.” He smiled wryly, squeezing MacCready's hip. “Sure, Romeo. You feel like returning the favour?” “Uh...” Mac looked flustered, biting his lip, puffing his cheeks. “C'mon,” Nate pulled up close to MacCready, “y'know I won't tell anyone.”  Mac shuddered, pressing the flat of his palm lightly, curiously, against Nate's crotch; Nate responded, digging his fingers softly into MacCready's bare skin, running his hand up the merc's flat, skinny stomach... and down, between his thighs, taking the head of his cock between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. MacCready shut his eyes, sighing, hesitantly unbuttoning Nate's pants and sliding his hand inside. Nate's dick was soft, and warm, and smooth, and as MacCready brushed his fingers against it, cautiously, his own dick twitched up hard in Nate's hand. Shit, this feels good.  Nate murmured quietly, grinding against MacCready's palm, steady breathing hot against Mac's neck. He whispered; “Just tell me how much you want.” MacCready groaned. “I dunno, man, I … ah, I dunno.” He met Nate's eyes, swallowed, left them again. Nate nodded. “How's it feel?” His hand traced gently, small circles, soft sweeps. “You still like it?” Mac laughed under his breath. “It feels pretty good.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Better than I... I mean-” Nate's eyes wrinkled at the corner, glinting mischievously. “Better than... you imagined?” Mac's cheeks coloured. “Been putting off thinking about it, I guess.” “Yeah, but you were thinking about it,” Nate teased, squeezing gently at MacCready's nuts, “'cause I just caught you with your hand in your pants.” MacCready laughed and nodded, rubbing his hand gently over Nate's hardening cock. “'Okay, maybe I was. Doesn't mean I want you listening in. A man deserves a little privacy.” Nate dug his fingers behind Mac's hip, and dipped his mouth to the merc's shoulder, kissing softly along the bone and feeling him shiver, grunting slightly as Mac tightened his grip. “Don't try gimme that, Bobby. you were whacking off half a foot away from me...” He skimmed his mouth down to MacCready's nipple, flicking slowly with his tongue, breathing hot against the merc's skin. “...and I even offered to go outside...” MacCready gave a short, nervous giggle, clasping the back of Nate's head with his free hand. “...but I think...” He pushed his hips forward firmly, the tip of his dick sliding through MacCready's fingers, and Nate wrapped his hand tight around the merc's cock, jerking him slowly. “...I think you were waiting for me to catch you.” MacCready bit his lip, curling his fingers in Nate's hair, and whispered: “I think you might be right.”

[maxhoemo]

Human Cake Post Party

One thing Ian had noticed about Max was that he loved being complimented. Any praise could get him flustered and blushing. But when Max was drunk, he became a complete mess. And today, Max was drunk....

They had just finished filming their third cake video and Max was totally waisted. Ian was too, but nothing like Max. Max had actually let Chad grab a handful of his ass and he knew sober Max would have never done that. Ian probably would have felt bad for taking advantage of how easy Max was to manipulate while he was drunk, but Ian was too hammered to care. About half the guys had already gone home, leaving only Ian, Joji, Chad, Max and Jackson. But why not have some fun with Max?

“Hey Max,” Ian started, putting his arm around the boy. “You look so pretty in that dress.”

“Th-thanks.... Max laughed nervously and averted his eyes. “You reall-really think so?”

Ian nodded. 

Chad noticed what Ian was doing right away and smirked. “Hell yeah, I’d swipe right.”

Max had a goofy, drunk smile plastered across his face. “Oh jeez.... Wow guys....”

“Come on, Max....” Joji joined in. “Show us those pretty green eyes of yours.”

Max was happy to comply. He loved this. Being surrounded by his friends and told how pretty he was. Even if it was getting a little hard to stand. He looked at George, trying to make his eyes as big as he could. 

“Wow, so pretty,” Ian praised. The compliment went straight to Max’s dick. He wasn’t sure why and he was too drunk to find it odd. He just knew it felt good.

“I wish Max was my girlfriend...” Chad cooed. 

Oh, that word! Sober Max would have rolled his eyes, but drunk Max loved that word! Girl....For reasons he didn’t care to understand, the idea of being a pretty boy mistaken for a girl was a complete turn on. He felt his cock jump again, straining against his boxers now. In the very deep depths of his mind he wondered how his friends would have reacted if he’d worn panties for the sketch instead.... “I could be a girlfriend?” Max stupidly blurted out, just wanting to coax his friends into using the word again.

“Of course, Maxine...” Joji purred. “You’re the hottest bitch I’ve seen all week.”

Max’s grin grew. More. He wanted more.

“We’re so lucky to have such a pretty girl here with us,” Ian went on. The devilish smirk he wore would have alerted sober Max he was planning something more. But drunk Max’s cock ached in arousal and his knees were going weak. “Can we see what’s under your pretty dress?”

Max blinked a few times. Should he really do what Ian was asking?

“I bet you have a beautiful body,” Joji joined in, seeing where Ian was taking this. “Be a good girl. Let us see you.”

Max hummed happily, his teeth all showing as he smiled. He wanted to be a good girl! He wanted his friends to see how pretty his body was so they could tell him! Dropping his plastic cup on the grass without a second thought, Max eagerly lifted his dress up past his belly. Showing off to his friends who all stood gawking before him.

Jackson and Chad were surprised he’d actually done it. Ian seemed to know though, that Max was now putty in his hands. Especially with what he now saw.

“Wow, Max. So pretty!” he praised.

Max giggled. He really liked that. 

“And such a little slut,” he chuckled darkly, “so hard already!”

Max looked down, his smile fading slowly. He forgot. He was showing everyone that he was getting turned on by their words! Were the guys just making fun of him....? Slowly, he let the fabric drop from his fingertips.

“What’s wrong pretty baby?” Joji asked.

Max tried to answer, but he couldn’t articulate. It just came out in a drunken (and adorable) babble.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Joji continued. “Look how hard you made me.” He took Max’s hand and pressed it to his own crotch. Max felt Joji’s erection beneath his fingers and his smile returned. 

“You mean... Y-you guys.... You really think I’m pretty?”

“Fuck yeah,” Ian chimed in. “You’re sexy!”

“Mmhmm,” Chad came up and gave Max a hard, firm smack on the ass. “So fucking sexy. I wanna eat your ass.”

Max giggled. “Oh wow...” Blushing again, he melted into the arms of his two friends standing next to him.

“Do you wanna be a good girl for us?” Ian asked. Max nodded enthusiastically. 

“Well...” Ian went on. “We all really wanna fuck you, Princess...” he ran his thumb across Max’s cheek. “Will you let us?”

“I’m a Princess?” Max asked dumbly.

Ian nodded. “The prettiest Princess I’ve ever seen.”

Max nodded again. “Yes! I want you guys to fuck me!”

Chad could have cum right there in his shorts hearing those words drop so enthusiastically from Max’s mouth.

Ian though, he seemed like he’d predicted this outcome the whole time. He shook his head at Chad, who was rubbing his dick through his clothes. Poor guy probably thought about Max exclusively when he jerked off, and sober Max would never give the fat cunt a second glance in a thousand years. But drunk Max would lick Chad’s feet just to be told he’s a pretty girl (not that Ian would allow that exactly). “Okay Chad,” Ian said, crossing his arms. “You want to eat Max out? Do it.” It was a demand, not a request. “Lay down on the grass, my pretty Princess.” 

Chad was practically trembling. His cock leaking precum into his boxers. Max lay smiling up at him. His legs spread apart. His big green eyes sparkling with lust. Ever since he first met Max, all he wanted to do was fuck his brains out. He sank down onto his knees and lifted Max’s soft legs.. His dress sliding down. Max looked somehow even harder now than he had before. Those stupid runners though. They were ruining the image. He plucked them from his friends feet and tossed them across the yard. Then, he slid Max’s underwear off and discarded it just the same. His friends cock stood up straight against his soft stomach. “God...” he whispered. “You look so fucking beautiful....” Max let out a happy whimper.

Chad got down and crawled in between Max’s legs, first running his tongue along one of the boy’s thighs. Slowly, he worked his way towards that perfect firm ass. That ass that teased him every time they hung out. As he ate Max out, he could hear his moans and whimpers. God, it was hot!

“owww....” he squirmed. “Oh, Chad....”

fuck!

He kept going, loving the noises and involuntary hip jerks he was pulling from his best friend. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He pulled away, looking down at Max. He was a sweating mess with his pretty eyes glazed over in his skull. It made him look kind of stupid. But Chad had always had a thing for stupid sluts....And Max was really looking like one of his tinder dates at the moment. He almost forgot he was out in the backyard, being watched by all of his male friends. 

“Okay, Max... You pretty little slut....” he panted, peeling off his shorts and underwear in one motion. “Time for you to return the favour.” Max looked up at him, confused. “I’m gonna sit on that pretty face.”

“No way, fat cunt!” Ian intervened, pulling Chad up by his ponytail. “Those perfect lips aren’t going anywhere near your ass! That mouth is mine! And I do not want to taste you on him...” He practically hissed. Ian’s possessiveness over Max was clear. Even orchestrating this weird gang bang was for his gratification.  “Did you like having your ass eaten, Max?” he cooed down at the brunette. Max nodded, still looking blissed out from the experience. “That’s nice, Princess. Be a good girl and thank Chad.”

“Thanksss Chad...” Fuck. The way he said that. Looking up at Chad with his wonky, drunk eyes. He wanted to bury his dick in him. Ian had other ideas, though.

“Come on, Princess. Come suck on Chad’s tits. You’d look so pretty!”

Max was happy to obey. Chad sat back down and watched as Max crawled over to him. He licked his lips until they sparkled with saliva, and then made his way straight to Chad’s nipple. He sucked and licked, which Chad was surprised to find out felt incredibly good. He pet Max’s messy hair. Max meanwhile, consciously or not Chad didn’t know, was rutting up against his knee in time with his own mouth.

Next up was Joji. Max was sitting in the grass, his hand wandering to his own crotch but Ian scolded him.

“No, Princess! Don’t touch yourself.”

“But-”

“Be a good girl.” Max, despite his own urges, clenched his fist and placed it on the ground beside him. He was so turned on, but he wanted everyone to keep saying nice things to him.

Joji knew what he wanted to do to Max, and unlike Chad, he wasn’t going to take orders from Ian. He grabbed one of the folding chairs and brought it over. ‘God...’ Joji thought. They were fucking their shit-faced friend only a few feet away from the vomit-dripping table. They were surely going to hell, but he really didn’t care. 

He hoisted Max up and positioned his stomach on the chair. Ass sticking up. His underwear long gone, all that showed was his pale but pert ass when he hiked up that cheap white dress. It looked so inviting. It was dripping with Chad’s spit. 

Joji yanked down his pants and his erection sprang to life. “You look so fucking hot right now, Max....”

“Am I a pretty girl?”

“The prettiest!” Joji smirked. Slowly, he pushed into Max’s ass. It was tight, no doubt, but it was easier to get into than Joji thought it would be. “You dirty girl...” he purred. “Do you finger yourself at home?”

Max nodded. “Yess...” he slurred. “Feeelss goood...” He earned some laughter from the group. Sober Max would have killed him for admitting that in front of everyone, but drunk Max was busy getting group-fucked by his friends.

“This is gonna feel even better,” George promised. He grabbed Max by the hips as he began to thrust in and out of him. Rocking the flimsy chair as he did so. 

Joji was right. It felt even better than his fingers. His lips curled into a dopey smile and his eyes glazed over once again. “Feels so good....” he mumbled. “Feels good, Frank...”

Joji laughed. He always thought it was cute when Max fucked up and called him Frank. Which he usually did while drunk. But in this context, it was even better. “Yeah... The bride always gets fucked at the reception.” Max let out a noise that sounded vaguely like agreement. Joji grabbed Max by the shoulders and pulled him up so that his back was pressed up against his chest. Max could hardly take this position. The noises he was letting out were really making things easier. It wasn’t long before George came. Deep inside Max.

“I like that....” he muttered.

Chad laughed. “You like being came in?”

Max just nodded. “Is nice....” God, he was so drunk. When Joji let go, Max fell down onto the ground on all fours. Looking up at the others, waiting to see what was next. 

Ian loved watching Max getting fucked, but he couldn’t hold back participating any longer. “You’re doing great, Princess...” he praised. Max loved that! He was doing great! “Do you want to see how good a job you’re doing?” Max nodded. Ian grinned and whipped his dick from his loose white pants. Still in his cheap chefs costume. “You know what a good girlfriend would do?” he asked.

“What, Ian?”

“She’d suck my cock.”

Max, still on all fours, looked up at Ian, and then to his dick. His mouth hung open. “Am... Am I your girlfriend...?” he sounded genuinely confused. 

“You’re all our girlfriends, tonight anyways...”

Max liked that. He was a girlfriend to four people! And he wanted to be good. So, he crawled over to Ian. Gripping his hips for balance, he took Ian’s big American cock between his lips and started sucking on it.

Ian’s breath hitched. Max was sloppy, but it felt amazing. His warm mouth and oversized lips were an amazing combination. He was so glad he didn’t let Chad violate his mouth. It was clearly designed for sucking cock, anyways. He gripped Max’s long hair and thrust in and out, further and further down Max’s throat.  But Max protested. He choked and pushed himself away from Ian. “No...”

“...W-what’s wrong?”

“Too big....” Max whined. Ian frowned. Max had never done this before... He really wasn’t being very fair to him, was he? “You did a good job, Max.”

“I did...?”

Ian nodded. “You look so cute with a dick in your mouth!”

Max was so glad to hear that! He looked around the yard and in his drunken haze, based on the expressions he saw, he concluded that everyone agreed he’d looked cute sucking Ian’s cock. Ian knelt down and gave him a wet, deep kiss on the lips before continuing.

“Did you like when Frank fucked you, pretty girl?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good.” Ian came up behind Max, who’s ass was still in the air. He pulled up his dress and slid in easily. Max was all lubed up with Chad’s saliva and Joji’s cum. He started slow, wanting to savour the moment.

Chad watched the scene unfold, seeing his opportunity. He approached Max, who looked up at him. His body shaking with every thrust Ian put into him. “Was Ian too big for you?” he asked.

“Y-yeah.”

Chad held his own small dick in front of Max’s bright eyes and asked; “Wanna look pretty with mine in your mouth instead?”

‘Yeah,’ Max thought. He did. He did want to look pretty for everyone. And Chad’s looked much easier to take. Without saying anything, Max just opened his mouth and looked up at the younger man expectantly. 

Chad fucking loved the way Max was looking at him, and slid his fully erect cock into his best friends inviting mouth. 

Seeing Max being taken from both ends, Joji and Jackson couldn’t hold back. They convinced Max to take each of them in his hands. As he sucked on Chad and jerked off the others on either side of him, Ian was forced to get down on the ground on top of Max and hold him up by his midsection as he continued fucking him.

Max loved the attention. Physically, what Ian was doing felt good. But having everyone surrounding him and all the words of praise falling from their lips felt even better.

“You’re so tight, Max...”

“That mouth is incredible....”

“So pretty....”

“Who’s a pretty girl?”

“Such a good girl for me!”

“So fucking beautiful Max... So fucking beautiful....”

Max was brought out of his bliss as he felt Chad shoot his load into his mouth. It tasted strange but he didn’t complain. “Please...” Chad begged in a whisper. “Please swallow it, Princess....” Max couldn’t think of a reason not to, so he obeyed Chad and swallowed. Chad could hardly believe what he just witnessed. He needed to sit down.

“Look at me,” Jackson ordered and Max turned his head. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.” Again, Max could think of no reason not to do what he was told. He continued to jerk Jackson off as he came onto his open mouth and on his chin. “Fuck yeah....”

Ian was getting more aggressive, pulling Max’s hips back against his own with each thrust. It made jerking off Joji more difficult. But George soon came too. This time without warning. All over Max’s face. “You look so pretty covered in cum,” Joji told him.

Between that and what Ian was doing, Max’s dick felt like it was ready to explode. Ian gave Max’s ass a slap before he too was cumming. “Ian....” Max choked out. Ian pulled off and Max collapsed on the grass. His legs spread and his dress high enough for everyone to get a clear view of what had just happened. 

“Fuck!” Ian was astonished. “Look, guys... He fucking came on his own....”

“That’s hot....” Chad muttered.

Joji smirked. Max looked completely out of it. He was covered in cum and totally exposed in every sense of the word. “You have never looked prettier than you do right now.”

“R-really?” Max asked hopefully.

Joji nodded. 

“You must be tired, baby girl...” Ian cooed.

Max nodded. Without even being able to care about the repercussions sober Max would have to deal with in the morning, he curled up in the grass and fell asleep. 

[dubersbutt]

Comfort - Seth Jones

Summary: The last two games for cbj were bad, you try to cheer Seth up

Warnings: Smut

You shut off the TV and hang your head in your hands. After being shut out by the Oilers yesterday, the Jackets needed the win against the Jets. Despite only being a two-game losing streak you knew Seth and his team would be disappointed with the loss. Except for Torts, Torts would be furious. As soon as the ending buzzer went off signifying the 5-2 loss, you picked up your phone to text Seth. It took you a minute to think about what you want to say.

Are you okay?  - You

The text comes about ten minutes later after Torts gives them the first bit of his speech. He’ll probably keep the boys a little later after media considering it’s an afternoon.

Yeah, I’ll talk to you at home - Seth Jones

You hear his truck roll up the driveway almost two hours later. He walks through the garage door silently and comes and sits next to you the couch, laying his head in your lap. He’s still wearing his suit. You run your fingers through the short curls.

“At least you scored,” you say trying to get him to say something.

“It wasn’t enough,” he mumbles with his face pressed lightly into your stomach. His eyes are closed now and he tilts his head back slightly to lean into your touch.

“Stop. I know you already got yelled at so you need to stop thinking about it.”

“It’s my job, (Y/N), I’m going to get worried about it. You do the same thing. Remember last week when you found out someone messed up and your customer was fuming, you didn’t sleep because you were thinking about it.”

“Yeah, well that’s unhealthy. And you’re being unhealthy now. Besides you distracted me, so now I’m going to distract you. What do you wanna do, Seth,” you lean down to give him a quick peck on the forehead.

His eyes open and he looks at you, “Well I mean there’s one thing we could do.”

“What?”

“I have had a very difficult day. The game was bad and I had to deal with Torts and my mom, so I think I deserve a reward,” he bites his lip nervously.

“A reward? Oh,” it takes you a second to realize

what he’s asking.

“You said yourself that I scored earlier and normally that means you blow me,” Seth was a pretty confident guy but for some reason, he was always a little shy about sex. It didn’t really bother you, you found it endearing that his cheeks rouge slightly and he likes his lips in a nervous habit.

“Yeah, but you don’t get to tell me to do that,” you say with a slight smile.

He sits up from your lap, “I’m not telling you to do anything. You asked and I gave you a suggestion. Besides, I think I look pretty good in this suit.”

He’s being cheeky now, it’s a good sign.

“You do, but are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You ask, already slipping off the couch onto your knees. You settle yourself in between his legs as he nods his head furiously.

You unbuckle the belt on his pants. You slowly pull them down his legs, letting them settle on the tops of his thighs. You pull out his dick from his underwear, it’s only starting to get hard meaning you had some work to do. You stretched up to kiss him on mouth as your fingers lightly ghosted his skin underneath. Your hand sneaks between the two of you and you start to lightly slide your hand up and down his dick. He lets out a soft moan into your mouth. Once his whimpers start to get louder you kissed down his neck.

When you got down to his thighs you touched everywhere except where he actually wanted. You nipped at his thighs, and abs, all while still pumping him lightly, not giving him the pressure he wants. You ran your nails from the other hand over the strong muscles of his legs.

“The boys are gonna see these marks that you have and know that I left them. What are you gonna tell them?”

Currently unable to think he just moans a little louder and lets out a shaky breath. You stop moving your hand completely and instead squeeze the base a little.

“I asked you a question.” “I-I don’t know.”

You dig your nails into his thigh.

“Fuck, that y-you did it. You made me feel so good,” his chest rising and falling faster now.

You smile up at him, “that’s what I wanted. You’re such a good boy for me.”

You lean down and wrap your lips around his tip, the salty taste of precum on your tongue. You slowly take more of it, feeling the weight of it in your mouth. His dick soon hits the back of your throat. He’s not very thick but he’s long, leaving quite a bit left for your hands.

Seth is now whining and moaning loudly above you. His hand comes down to rest on your head, not pulling, just resting.

“Hey, Seth, look at me,” you say as you let go of his dick. He reluctantly looks down at you and meets your eyes and you start again. The sight of you looking up at him through your eyelashes while you’re taking him like a champ in combination with the teasing earlier has him about to cum.

“Babe, c-can I cum please?” he asks wrapping his fingers in your hair tighter.

You take his dick out of your mouth but you continue to move your hands with lighter pressure, leaving him on the edge.

“Sure, but you have two options. Either you cum in my mouth and I swallow, or you come on your own stomach and then I clean you up.” “Fuck,” his head falls back and makes a soft thunk noise as it hits the wall, “That one. I want that one.”

You pull him back into your mouth one last time before he’s calling out your name and his breathing becomes so erratic you’re not sure he’s getting enough oxygen.

Letting his dick fall from your mouth you start to move your hands up and down at a faster rate. His grip tightens in your hair as he climaxes shouting your name. The thick ropes of cum paint his stomach and even reach his chest.

“Ah fuck, Seth, you look so pretty like this. You look delicious now lie down.”

He does what you ask, slowly sinking down to lay his back down on the couch. You get up, stretching your legs and hearing your knees crack, only to sit in between his legs again. You lick a stripe up his stomach and he moans at the sight. You clean up the few splatters on the top of his chest and kiss your way down. You lick his nipples too, more out of curiosity than anything else really, and his breath hitches but he seems relatively unaffected so you move on.

Once you’ve cleaned him as best as you can, making sure to suck a few more hickies into his soft skin, you crawl up to his face when you notice a spot on the dress shirt he’s still wearing.

“Aw, baby, you ruined your shirt,” ruin is a stretch. It’s a just little spot near the button that rests on his midsection, you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t known what just happened.

Seth just chuckles at your antics and pulls you into a deep kiss. A few minutes later Seth pulls away.

“What if I wear this shirt to our next game?” he’s giving you a cocky smirk, “and then I’ll remember what you did for me.”

“I like that idea,” you say pressing your lips to his again, “now how about you return the favour?”

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Crayola. (G. Way x Reader)

For: @thrill_kill on Wattpad

Request: can you make one where the reader is new to a school and gerard is like the “punk boy” of the school, and they have to work together on something, and it can either smut or fluff (whatever you’re comfortable with tbh)

Note: Kinda put my own, unconventional spin on the whole ‘high school bad boy’ character. Because let’s face it, not all bad boys are hard-faced, emotionless, brooding males with eyes the colour of rich chocolate and lips so puffy you wanna kiss them forever and ever and a body so perfect that you just-

wait, what was my point, again?

Oh, yes! Not your typical bad boy. A bit different. Hope you like. x

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The nice part about switching schools? It was a chance to start over, re-invent yourself and begin an entirely new chapter.

The bad part? For some undetermined, totally unwarranted reason, virtually every class you attended housed a bothersome teacher who insisted on subjecting you to the worst form of public humiliation known to mankind – standing up in front of the classroom for the customary ‘new kid’ introduction.

Now, you’d gotten through most of the day virtually unscathed, since the kids in your first couple classes were thoughtful enough to completely ignore you during the introductory speech – something that you thanked your lucky stars for – and all in all seemed like pretty chilled people. They hadn't immediately made you feel like you didn’t belong by cross-examining you, or staring at you like you were some kind of alien species, at least.

And then you got to Chemistry class.

That feeling you get when someone is staring at you? Yeah. That. Right from the second your feet crossed the threshold and entered the classroom.

You did the obvious thing, of course – kept your gaze lowered as you walked and focused it anywhere that wasn’t someone’s face when you stood up front. All was going well, until you slipped up and accidently locked gazes with someone.

And it wasn’t just anyone.

It was clear that he was the resident bad boy; leather jacket, combat boots, all black everything… well, all black everything except his hair. Red. Quite possibly the brightest red you’d ever seen; a shade that could only be accurately compared to a Crayola marker.

But his hair was not the thing that caught your attention the most, oh no – the thing that captivated you was the fact that when you looked over at him… he had already been looking at you.

He had already been looking at you, and he was smirking.

You weren’t an incredible shy person, per se, but the way he was gazing at you brought about knots in your stomach and made the blood rush to your cheeks, and you had no choice but to look away as quickly as you could.

With your focus now off of the mysterious, really cute guy, you realised that the teacher had stopped talking and was staring at you expectantly. It was clear that he had said something that probably required some sort of a response (or at least an acknowledgment) and you mentally cursed at yourself for letting Crayola distract you.

“Excuse me?” you said, awkwardly shifting your feet on the tiles.

“I said that we’re glad to have you join us, and I hope you’ll be happy in this class,” the teacher – Mr Owens – repeated with a friendly smile.

“Oh, thank you,” you muttered, mustering up a grin of your own.

Mr Owens extended a hand towards the back of the class. “There’s an empty seat second row from the back, next to Gerard.”

Moving your gaze in the direction that he pointed out, you searched for who your bench partner was and – oh.

Crayola.

Nice one, universe.

For some reason, your hands were trembling slightly as you made your way to the back of the class, and you frowned down at them, clutching the notebook you were holding in an attempt to get the shaking to stop.

You’d been so focused on calming yourself down that you hadn’t realised that you’d long since arrived at the bench, and Crayola was watching you with a tilted head and an amused look on his face.

“Hi,” he said, snapping you out of your trance.

Your head rose instantaneously at the sound of his voice, which was much softer and friendlier than you’d expected it to be. Somehow finding your own voice, you got a reply out.

“Hi.”

“I’m Gerard,” he introduced, placing an open hand on his chest and once again tossing you a smirk, “But you knew that.”

With an awkward laugh, you sat yourself down on the stool, slinging your backpack onto the bench-top. “(Y/N).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N),” he said smoothly, darting his tongue out and letting it run over his lips. Lips – which you noticed – that were almost as red as his hair.

You gave him a genuine smile, suddenly feeling not as anxious about being new as you had earlier. “Yeah, you too.”

Mr Owens went around the class, then, handing out procedure booklets for the experiment you would be conducting that lesson.

“The person next to you will be your lab partner for the rest of the year, and there’s no switching seats from here on out,” the teacher explained as he went along, “So I hope you chose wisely.”

He approached your bench, slowly handing booklets to you and your new partner. He took a moment to stop and look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, shaking his head once before looking at Gerard briefly, expression changing.

Gerard glared back at him and yanked the booklet from his hand, giving him the finger as he turned and walked away.

Confused, you turned to the redhead, pointing after Owens. “What was that about?”

“He hates me,” Gerard stated simply, pursing his lips and shrugging, “Thinks I’m a, quote, ‘bad seed’.” He made animated faces as he impersonated the teacher, getting a giggle from you.

Proud of himself for getting you to laugh, Gerard turned his entire body to face you. “I’m actually surprised that he put you next to me. Assigning a hot girl as my lab partner is not something I woulda expected from Richard.”

His shameless flirting caught you off guard, and you had to pretend to busy yourself with removing stationery from your backpack so that he couldn’t see your red face.

“Why does he think you’re a bad seed?” you asked, shifting the attention from yourself to him, “I mean, there must be a reason?”

Gerard ran his tongue along his teeth and shrugged, picking up one of your pens and twirling it around his fingers. “Personally, I think it’s just because I wear all black and dye my hair and have the whole ‘punk rock, bad boy’ aesthetic going on. That’s my theory.”

He creased his brow and looked up thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. “But, I mean it could also be because I bubble-wrapped his car last year. Or because that one time he caught me smoking, I put the cigarette out on his tie. Oh, actually, it’s definitely because I hooked up with his daughter. But in my defence,” he arched his brows and raised his hands, “None of that was my fault. Technically.”

Cocking one brow, you smiled lazily. “Lemme guess? He interfered in your business, and you were just returning the favour?”

“Exactly!” Gerard’s eyes lit up and he smiled widely at you, before biting his bottom lip and reaching forward to ‘boop’ your nose. “I like you.”

“Alright!” Mr Owens called out, gathering the attention of the entire class, “Let’s do a quick walkthrough.”

You listened to the teacher drone on about customary lab safety precautions, laughing quietly every time Gerard would mumble a backhanded comment, and once Mr Owens had finished running through the experiment, you began setting up the necessary equipment.

“It’s a fairly simple experiment,” you commented, slipping on your safety goggles and skimming over the procedure booklet once more, “Just testing for precipitates.”

“Precipitation?” Gerard cocked his head and frowned. “Like, rain?”

Choking on the air in your throat as you tried to supress your laughter, you shook your head. “No, precipitates. In science, that’s the solid stuff that gathers at the bottom of the test tube when you mix certain solutions together.”

Gerard’s confusion quickly dissipated and was replaced with a sly smirk. “I know what precipitates are. I mean, hello, I’m in AP Chem. I just wanted to see if you’re hotter when you talk science. My conclusion: you are.”

Finding a surge of confidence all of a sudden, you squinted your eyes and looked at Gerard. “Ya know, if you spent as much time actually doing the experiment as you are spending flirting with me, we probably woulda finished already.”

“Would you consider it, though?” he raised one brow, starting to decant some ammonium hydroxide into one of the test tubes.

“Consider what?”

“Going on a date with me?”

Before your brain could even begin to process the question and formulate a response, the sight of the test tube overflowing caught your eye, and you gasped.

“Gerard, the tube!”

“What? OH SHIT!”

The redhead scrambled to find some paper towels to clean up with and in the process of hopping off of the stool somehow managed to knock over the bromothymol blue, staining the white bench a dark blue colour.

The commotion caught the attention of everyone else in the room, especially Mr Owens, who looked on disapprovingly.

“What happened?”

Gerard, irritated at himself for spilling the chemicals and upset over the fact that some spilled on his jacket, snapped back a reply. “What does it look like, genius? The chemicals spilt.”

Owens folded his arms. “They spilt or you spilled them?”

“Suck my dick, Richard.”

~

“I can’t believe I’m in here. I didn’t even do anything wrong…”

Gerard, lounging comfortable in his usual seat with his legs propped up on the desk in front of him, looked at you in excitement. “Welcome, princess! Is this your first time?”

Grinding your teeth, you glared at the redhead. “Yes, and it’s all your fault!”

“Hey, that teacher DESERVED to be cussed out, okay?” Gerard scoffed, jutting a thumb over his shoulder.

“No, he really didn’t!” you argued, voice high. Letting out a loud groan, you dropped your head in your hands. “I had plans for after school and you just ruined it, you fucking Crayola!”

Gerard’s brows arched in surprise. “Oh, so we’re already on a nicknaming basis? Awesome.”

He laughed as you made an impolite hand gesture, and shifted his chair closer to yours.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“What question?” you hissed impatiently, pissed off beyond belief.

“Will you go out with me?”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Are you kidding me? After you got me thrown into detention? No fucking way.”

Gerard stayed silent and thought for a second. “So you’re saying that if I hadn’t gotten you thrown in here, you would have said yes?”

You stared at him, unblinking, for a long while before eventually answering. “I guess now we’ll never know, huh, Crayola?”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Crayons aren't my type.”

Another goddamned smirk.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll turn you into a Crayola, too. Just you wait.”

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