#if only i wasn’t piss poor… twink boy wait for me……

[piepiepiemag]

i like the new guy

[hobiwonder]

What are friends for? | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Genre: Crack.Smut. friends to lovers(?), pop essentially liubwnijlwkbc

Warnings: Smut. Ass eating, licking, fingering. Just a whole lot of oral (f receiving), masturbation. Mild dirty talk bc it could’ve been worse.

Words: 4k+

Summary: Taekook are your chaotic best friends and ask if they can try eating ass with you.

a/n: lmao yes i had a dream about this??? go figure. I just wrote this in a few hours so it’s probs not as good as my other smut but ofc, a light wank is never bad once in a while. let me know what u think!!

(eirbuirbnuir they’re so hot omfg)

“What the fuck did you guys want?” You’re almost gritting out between clenched teeth as you slam the door shut. Your chest is heaving, lungs trying to clasp in air as fast as they can because of the sprint you did to Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment after their text that read “SOS” “EMERGENCY” from Jungkook and Taehyung respectively. You’d been stupid enough to set up this way of emergent communication when you’d all have met early in primary school. And now after more than a decade – old habits die hard. They’d sent you a text and even when your gut had told you so – you just knew– that it was for something stupid again. One time both of these imprudent fools had texted you the same words when they’d blown up their microwave by putting in tin of spaghetti in it. So to save themselves from starvation they’d texted you at around midnight. And slave to your habits you were – one text and here you were after taking a U-turn on your way back from a bad date and in a badmood.

God, how did boys even survive?

So here you were, standing in the kitchen while the two dumbasses you called – unfortunately – best friends stood in the kitchen arguing over something you didn’t care for probably, looking entirely not in an emergency. You probably were just needed to give opinions or fix something in their apartment.

“Fuck you bro! You said you were going to ask her!”

“Uh,” Tae looks horrified like he had just heard the most absurd thing – always so fucking dramatic – “I thought YOU were going to? What? Too pussy now?” His smirk earns him a face full of a couch cushion as Jungkook flings the cushion as hard as he can on to Taehyung’s face – aiming right on target as always.

“At least I know what a pussy looks like you dickhead.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung is yelling in defence and you can’t believe your poor ears have to witness this exchange. “I’ve not only seen but actually ate it too you butthole!”

Jungkook snort, “Very mature.”

“Shut up!” It’s not your turn to scream and finally the two oblivious boys are looking over at you. You swear the look of surprise on their face seems like they’ve just noticed you. They might as well had been robbed and wouldn’t know past their own ridiculous arguments over who’s had the most sexual exploits. Stupid boys.

Ugh you hated them.

“Neither of you are mature you numbnuts.” Their eyes are scanning you from top to bottom – no shame like always. Taking in your short little red dress and the heels you’d bought especially to go to this stupid orchestra with your boring ass trust fund date. God, rich people had so much money and yet they spent it like that? Who takes someone on a first date to the Opera? You had sat there just listening to the singer while your date had been so immersed you might as well had come alone. The dress had shown your figure perfectly and highlighted the areas of your body that needed to stand out, perfectly. Your legs looked amazing because of the heels and longer than they were. You’d looked good. Even you could say it. But of course. Why would the night continue off like that? It had to be ruined by a boy and then ruined further by more boys. In conclusion to this essay: boys were the problem!

Ugh, you needed to get laid.

“So what’s the emergency? Why did I have to drive here? Hm?” You sounded like an interrogating mother and they looked as confused as the children of said mother would probably look.

“You look mad.”

“And hot.” Jungkook adds and you just want to slap him. But you can’t help the tiny flutter in your belly at his blatant staring. Though Taehyung just glares at the younger boy to be quiet when they see that you look more mad than usual. Yes, they pissed you off often.

“Because I am.” You continue to glare at them both, heels clicking as you walk forward, dumping your clutch on the kitchen counter and letting your hair out from the tight bun it was in. “So? The fuck you two want now?”

“Uhh, Taehyung was about to ask you.”

“Wait dude, what the fuck? You ask!”

“We agreed that you’d-” Your hands go up in your hair t fluff it out before clutching it tight to give a frustrated pull before you slam your hands on the kitchen counter, aking them both look at you again.

“Just get to it. Hyungwon was one of the most boring dates ever and whatever you two have to ask cant be worse than that.”

“Uh..w-what if it is?” Jungkook gives a little shrug, nonchalantly and your eyebrows furrow. The two of them rarely ever hesitated in making requests from you. How bad was this going to be?

“Then no.” You pick up your clutch, ready to leave when both of their hands grab each of your arms, rushing forward to stop you from leaving.

“Wait! You may even like it!”

“Yeah y/n maybe it’ll turn your night right around.” Jungkook’s eyebrows are going up and down suggestively and now you’re a little nervous and the butterflies are coming back. What was happening?

“J-Just spit it out then.” Your hands go up in the air in exasperation that they were both beating around the bush so much.

Taehyung looks at Jungkook and Jungkook returns his unsure gaze and they both seem to be having a secret conversation between themselves. Amazing how boys could communicate with any words suddenly.

“Speak!” You shout again when their telepathic communication continues. They really did share one braincell huh?

“We were wondering if you’d let us eat your ass.”

“Yeah okay.” You’re shrugging in agreement like you always did – until your brain finally registers what they’ve said. “ Wait, what?!”

They’re both looking around anywhere but at you like the ceiling is so interesting. Your face is going hot and flushing to the point that even your vision seems a bit rosy. What the fuck went through their mind to come up with this idea? You weren’t blind. You had seen your chubby little friends grow up to be chiselled and toned and tall and broad young men. You saw the countless girls they brought home and how people did double takes whenever the three of you went clubbing. But of course, that didn’t mean you had a problem with it. Sure… at some point or another you’d had a crush on them both but you were over it when they pooped literally with the door open in your house.

You all were too close for you to mess it up. Plus, you couldn’t choose between the two. You loved both of these stupid handsome boys too much to make one of them the third wheel. That’s if they even liked you. But why else would they ask this of you?

“Well you see, Jungkook here,” Taehyung’s glare shuts up Jungkook’s protest before he continues to explain, “Said he wanted to try it before he did it with any girl. And frankly, I’ve had a few girls want me to do that to them so I wanted to try it beforehand as well.” He’s shrugging casually again as if this was no big deal.

“So… let me get this straight,” your eyebrows are furrowing again but this time in annoyance once again, “You want me to be the experimental lamb before you two shitheads go off ass licking?”

They just nod. Yup. They nod like you were the one oblivious here.

“I’m going to kill you both one day. Just wait.” You’re nodding as you back up, pointing at them both before you left.

“Y/n!”

“Bro wait!” Jungkook is calling you bro like he didn’t just ask if he could eat your ass.

They’ve now sandwiched you between them both, Jungkook at your back while Taehyung blocks your access to the main door.

“Just hear us out y/n.”

“Uhhhh no thanks you twinks. I need to sleep!”

“You may like it!” You ponder for a few seconds and you know that if you tell them that you already know you like it then they will trap you here until they’ve done what they asked you here to do.

“I know I will.” Damn your loose mouth because you’ve already mumbled it out loud. And while Taehyung is looking at you confused and asking you to repeat what you said – Jungkook has shrieked in your ear that you wince and cover it.

“Hyung! She’s already tried it. Damn girl!” Ugh he was so immature. Stupid boy. Your best friend made you question your standards when it came to friends. He was lucky he was so cute and you knew that he wasn’t all just looks and muscles.

“Y/n,” Taehyung is gasping in mock shock as his hands slide down your hands to your waist, so casually rubbing at it while he leans his head down to try and catch your gaze as you nervously looks around – trying your hardest to look angry and not embarrassed for your slip up.

“You naughty girl.” He’s smiling his greasy smile and you’re done trying. You are annoyed now.

“Ugh let me go you noodles. I’m not going to be your experiment.”

“But you like it! It’s a win-win!”

“So you think you’ll like it?” You’re leaning back to look at the other, more muscly male who’s back hugging you, his breath warming the crevice in your neck.

“I think so. I love eating pussy so why not just a little further down?” He’s saying it all like he’s having a conversation about cereal and you can’t help but blush like crazy. You knew your best friends didn’t have a filter but wow. Having them this close to you, their hands on you at once was a bit��� much. Or maybe you were just expecting to get laid tonight but definitely not by these two dorks.

“Very good point Jungkook. Logical thinking. I like that.”

“Why thank you good sir.” You roll your eyes as they complement each other like they weren’t fighting like 13 year olds just a few minutes ago.

“Ugh shut up. Both of you.” You sigh. Knowing that if you were dragged out here after that terrible abomination of a date – you get to be a drama queen too – might as well get something out of it, right?

“Where are we doing this?”

“Wait really?”

“Fuck yeah. I knew she’d say yes.” Jungkook says at the same time Taehyung is surprised. That little shit always thought too highly of himself. But you probably would say yes to most things they asked of you. You loved them too much. Plus they would probably die without you.

“We love you y/n! love you noona.” Jungkook is cooing in your ear, squeezing the life out of you as he tries show his appreciation by acting like the baby he is because he knows it gets to you. Meanwhile, Taehying is hugging you now as well, kissing your cheeks in little pecks, making your face – and now your body too – feel way too hot.

“S-stop. Both of you.” You try to fight off their kisses and cuddles as they walk you to the couch. “Stop acting cute when you two are literally about to be up my ass.”

“Whatever. You love it.” You just roll your eyes while Taehyung only sends you an air kiss that you pretend to gag at.

“Okay so just turn around,” Taehyung is turning you around to face the couch and it goes silent for a few 10 seconds. All that can be heard now is the three of you breathing and you realise that- - wow – this really is happening. Maybe that glass of wine was making these decisions for you. You’ll probably regret this later but right now you were high on endorphins.

“I am turned around Tae. What now?” You speak up when it’s been approximately a minute and he still hasn’t said anything else.

“Bend her over hyung,” You hear Jungkook’s throaty voice from somewhere behind Taehyung and you can hear the intake of breath from Taehyung who is directly behind you, hands on your waist. And then he slides his hands to the middle of your lower back, pushing you slightly forward until you’re bending over, resting your hands on the backrest of the couch. “Put your knees on the couch as well babe.”

Your breathing is picking up again. And even though this isn’t the first time Taehyung has referred to you with the endearment, the situation that you three are currently in is entirely different from all those previous one. But of course – you do as he says and place your knees on the couch so you can lean forward more comfortably while your derriere sticks out to the two men behind you who are definitely getting an eye full of your ass.  

A warm, large, palm is going up from the tops of your thighs to the top of your ass until they run down the same path again – kneading your ass. And of course, your mouth can’t keep quite as a tiny moan slips out at the comfortable – enjoyable sensation of your ass being essentially massaged loosens the knots in your muscles there.

“She likes it.” Jungkook whisper’s this time while taehyung stays quiet and then another hand joins, feeling your buttock on the opposite side and you can tell that this is Jungkook’s hand because it’s slightly more rushed just like how impatient Jungkook is. But overall, still incredibly relaxing. These two idiots knew what they were doing. So far at least. The massaging continues, sometimes one hand slips a little too in to the slit between your asscheeks through the dress, kneading the dimples in your back.

“We’re going to lift your dress now, noona.” You just moan a reply, head resting on your hands that are crossed in front of you on the couch. Taehyung hasn’t said a word while he silently has just caressed and felt.

You feel the cool air between your legs – and your thoroughly ruined underwear but you were past the point of caring. The dress is being slid over your back until it rests just above your waist – completely baring your underwear clad hips to their eyes while simultaneously both of them are cursing under their breath.

“You’re soaked.” It’s the first time Taehyung’s deep voice has reverberated through the room and it makes a shiver go down your spine with the way he says the words. Like he’s accusing you of a heinous crime. Then his hand is back on your ass, the cool feeling of his rings clad fingers making you flinch just slightly as his hands get even more bold.

“D-Duh. You’re playing w-with my ass.” You’re trying to sound nonchalant, like it doesn’t affect you as much as their hands actually are. You’re so horny now that you want to shout at them to hurry up already.

“Noona, you’re so gorgeous.” Jungkook’s amazed voice only puts your body at ease, knowing that they liked what they saw. It was a nice boost to your quickly diminishing confidence.

“Fuck!” The whimper is ripped from you when Taehyung had dragged the band of your underwear back and let it snap against your ass and pussy with a harsh tug. But of course it only makes you wetter.

“Look kookie, she’s dripping even more. She loves it. You love this don’t you y/n?”

You don’t respond, only bite your lip as you throw your head in your hands again – too mortified to say anything. But when Taehyung’s palm is striking against your buttock, you’re yelping and jerking forwards in to the couch, hands finding purchase on the back of the couch now.

“I asked you a question Y/n.” You had an idea of how rough Taehyung good be but never could confirm the rumours. Until now.

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. We want you to like it.” And just like that, he’s pulling away the ruined string of your thongs aside, exposing the tight ring of muscles that they both wanted to see in the first place.

“Fuck…. Look at that hyung.” Jungkook sounds like he’s leaning over now because you can feel a breath closer to your skin and it makes your breathing fasten even more.

“She’s clenching.” They’re talking to each other like you aren’t even there and it makes your skin even more feverish. Fuck why was this so hot?

“Her pussy is clenching too.” Jungkook so graciously points out and you can feel his hand on your ass sliding down. And just before it reaches its destination, he asks. “Can I touch your pussy noona?”

His voice sounds so innocent, so incongruous with his actions but what were you going to say when he spoke to you like that? Say no?

“Yeah baby. G-Go ahead.” You look behind you for the first time and finally see the way the two are positioned and it makes your blood run even hotter that you’re surprised it hasn’t burnt your skin to a crisp from the inside out. Taehyung stood directly behind you and your mind momentarily slips to another reason he may be in that position but you push that thought away when you see Jungkook on his knees, hands on your ass like it was the 8thwonder of the world, kneading and rolling it while one hand finally slipped further down to your aching pussy. His fingers are parting your sticky lips and the labia surrounding your engorged clit as he massages the wetness in even further – making obscene sounds bounce off the living room walls.

“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Taehyung hums in agreement while his own large fingers slip in between with Jungkook’s to gather your arousal as lubricant because he’s bringing them back up once he’s thoroughly coated them in it. Your moaning, whimpering and letting out small cries as Jungkook continues to massage your pussy while Taehyung is circling the tight ring of muscles with your slick arousal as well. It’s a sticky mess and you can very well hear it.

“You go first hyung. I’m hungry for this.” Your head is whipping back quickly at Jungkook’s stammering but it’s too late – he’s already dipped his head down and clasped your clit firmly in his mouth as he gently sucks.

“oh god.” A dry sob leaving your lips as the tears steadily well up in your eyes from the sheer intensity of the sensations. Especially when Taehyung is also kneeling and has now started to tongue your ass while Jungkook has a feast further down. The scene unfolding in front of you is so hot that you’re almost cumming on the spot because by god – getting head from two boys? Heaven. You know you’re absolutely ruined now. Your best friends have spoiled you.

“Ah,” A high pitched moan that would put porn stars to shame – leaves you when Taehyung stiffens the muscle of his tongue and probes your asshole with it. Repeatedly trying to jam his tongue inside you further and further in with each thrust. Jungkook is only helping the knot building up in your belly to tighten rapidly.

“Tae!” You’re crying out loud when he has grasped both of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart obscenely before flattening his tongue against the tight ring and licking and flicking at it rapidly. You knew you loved having your partners go down on you there but of course – it wasn’t exactly the most common of occurrences.

“Can I put a finger inside your ass y/n? Can I? Please?” He’s almost pleading between licks – mouth wet from his own saliva and your arousal that he keeps sampling to smear on your rear. You just vigorously nod your head and he’s placing a kiss on your cheek – oddly sweet – before he’s sliding down to your pussy where Jungkook’s face is still shoved, licking and sucking lightly – not hard enough to make you cum just yet but enough to torture you.

With one thrust, Taehyung’s finger is deep inside your pussy, thoroughly coated in your arousal while you can only whimper and hold on to the couch as he withdraws his thick, long finger to bring it up to your ass and circle the tight opening there.

“It’ll burn for a second baby.” You don’t have time to reply because he’s already pushing it in, your thoroughly wet ass sucking his finger right in.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Tae h my god. J-Jungkook.” You don’t know who’s making you suffer more. Jungkook with his mouth making out with your pussy or Taehyung’s finger that’s slowly pushing in until he’s in until it’s nestled in deep while his fat tongue licks around the intrusion. But one thing is for sure – you’re going to cum.

“I-I’m so c-close, oh god.” Tears have finally escaped your eyes as you push your ass against Taehyung’s face while Jungkook is almost laying on the floor, messily sucking at each of your pussy lips before taking in your blood swollen clit in his mouth to suck it raw. Taehyung’s finger has now started a nice pace but just when you’re about ti cum he’s withdrawn the finger and replaced your gaping entrance with the stiffened muscle of hif tongue. And then you’re coming. All over Jungkook’s face and the pleasure is so intense that your vision has gown bleary and you’re almost sure you died for a second.

“Fuck hyung, s-she squirted.” You’re too out of your mind to notice anything other than trying to steady your breathing. But you do finally glance back to see Jungkook’s wet shirt around the chest area and the shine on his lips and chin.

“You’re so hot noona oh my god.” He’s placing kisses all over your ass and you haven’t even had time to recover before they’ve already switched positions. Jungkook has wasted no time in spready apart your cheeks wide and shoving his tongue in right there in contrast to Taehyung’s more paced approach but you were too sensitive and were going to flinch either way. But when You hear Taehyung’s zipper go down – your temperature is rising again. Jungkook has now discarded his shirt as has Taehyung. Both of them were naked from the waist up while you were exposed from the waist down. Not fully but Jungkook is quickly taking off your absolutely ruined underwear and discarding it on to the building pile of clothes.

“Be gentle kook. I-I’m sensi- Fuck!”

Of course he’s doing before listening. His tongue is flat on your asshole, continuously licking up and down, faster than Taehyung and this alone is going to be enough to make you cum this time because you’re so worked up already. But of course, Taehyung can’t help but join in again as you feel his hand on your flinching pussy, rubbing your wet entrance and rubbing the nectar around your thighs, thoroughly coating you in your own mess. But you weren’t too mad about it. You liked their messiness for once.

“I love your ass noona. Isn’t it great Tae? Fuck we should’ve done this sooner.” His words are muffled as he talks between sucks and licks. Of course he would talk while he eats. Messy. Your internal laughter is dying down when Taehyung is shoving his ring covered middle finger inside your trembling pussy once again – but this time, he doesn’t pull out. He pushes it back in despite your withering form from the continuous assault on your sensitive skin.

“T-Tae-Ah- p-please. I can’t, n-no more. Oh fuck.” You’re crying and letting out small sobs, back aching from being bent over like this for so long but the pleasure is so much and so addicting it’s like you’ve been kept away from your drug when you’d never even taken it in the first place. Jungkook licks down to your perineum before coming back up to your clenching hole and fucking it with his tongue, setting an unremitting pace while Taehyung is fucking your clenching cunt with his bony fingers. And this continues over and over. You and Jungkook mostly moaning while Taehyung is grunting and growling out obscenities once in a while, jacking off his hardened length with his free hand while the other ruts in to you.

All it takes is one look behind you and seeing Taehyung’s girthy length – red, veiny and the head fattened with blood – leaking profusely while his wrist is snapping inside your pussy as well as Jungkook’s black mop of hair as his face is almost shoved entirely up your ass. That’s it. You’re gone with a shout.

“I-I’m cuming!”

“Come for us y/n. Fuck yeah. All over Jungkook’s tongue and my fingers.” Taehyung is growling, snapping his fingers inside your walls so fast and the accompanying shove of Jungkook’s tongue inside your ass is enough to have you leaking like a faucet – making the most obscene symphony of noises – better than that damn orchestra – sound the walls of the living room as you cum once again. Much less in duration but just as intense.

Taehyung’s hand has left your pussy and opted for grasp and tug at his shaft in rapid movements until he’s heaving and growling out his orgasm – cumming all over your ass.

“F-Fuck, c-can I cum over your ass too noona? P-please? Oh fuck.” Only when Jungkook has stood up that you realise he’d been just as painfully hard and had at some point started to palm himself through his jeans. And now that he slides his fist over again and again – slightly longer than Taehyung but not as thick – you can see how he’s leaking the pearly white liquid as well. And of course. You’d let him do anything to you right now.

“Go ahead baby. Cum on noona’s ass.”

“F-Fuck yeah. Oh fuck. I love you noona.” Your heart is fluttering and you’re not given a chance to dwell on his declaration further because you feel the spurts of his own orgasm dirtying up your ass, sliding between your cheeks and wetting your skin. And you honestly loved it all.

Fuck you loved them both.

You’re all breathing hard. It’s been at least a minute when you feel Taehyung’s hand rubbing in both his and Jungkook’s cum in to your ass, massaging it in your skin that you’re finally coming to your senses and realising how sore your back will be. Fucking hell. You’re about to straighten up but Taehyung is already wrapping his sticky hands around your waist and turning you around to lay you across his and Jungkook’s lap. Your eyes are closing and your body is giving in to its tired state. You’ll worry about the regrets and explanations tomorrow. Right now, you just wanted to snuggle both of your annoying friends who just made you cum twice. And they haven’t even fucked you.

Yet.

“Love you y/n.” That’s the last thing you hear before you’re dozing off.

a/n: let me know what u thought :)) i’m still working on baby baby so this is in case i dont post it early. 

[drkoestersmithrpg]

The Krufe Effle Tournament - Universe 1

Rocking, rocking, endlessly rocking, Tony moved with the stronger man above him in a smooth, graceful parody of a man making love to a woman. On his back, legs spread wide, pierced to the core, Tony was in the position of the woman. Which meant that he had turned out to be the useless fucking faggot his father always knew he would be. The constant scraping of his prostrate was driving him crazy and the sounds above him were frying his brain. He had kept his mouth clenched tight for fear of what might come out of it, something like ‘stop’ or ‘more’ or ‘I love you, what’s your name again?’ or ‘I do say sir, your cock is the perfect size.’ But he was slack-jawed now, awestruck, whimpering. His eyes were clenched tight -- maybe, if he kept them closed, this wouldn’t really be happening, he wouldn’t really be here; his legs spread shamelessly, his hands splayed out over the scattered LPs , his impending orgasm threatening to blow the top of his head off, his lover above him making impossible demands…. “Open your eyes.” “I can’t,” he whispered (whimpered) and he bent his body forward in hopes of rubbing his cock against that other body while simultaneously turning his head as far away from his lover as he could get it, trying to pretend this was all just another Deranged Fantasy a-la-Tony, that he was really just the Poor Little Rich Boy alone and pathetic…very pathetic…but at least safely alone. “Tony, open your eyes.” He did, and when he saw his father, he knew he had died and gone to hell. He screamed and threw his arms over his head.

“Limp wristed fairy, you pathetic pillow biter,” his old man spat, and Tony’s hands pressed over his ears did nothing to block out the hateful voice.  “You and your twisted, deviant friends can go play your sissy games but know when you come back home I won’t have a weak queer living under my roof…” Far away……in another room perhaps, or in another reality, he could hear another voice call his name, and he knew hope was near. Peter was here, Peter would save him, and if Peter couldn’t save him well, then he could save Peter and not have to think about this horrible nightmare that was currently and enthusiastically fucking him into the floor.

“Tony…..what? Tony I…..oh shit, oh FUCK Tony……” “Language!” he whispered breathlessly (his mouth and throat too dry to really speak) as he flailed his arms around in the darkness, trying to find Peter.   Something was very wrong…Peter sounded like he was in trouble (or feeling REALLY good!) and either way Tony was going to find him and save him.

He could find him.  He could save him.  And then the weak silly pillowbiter would be gone and the Big Solid Hero would be back again. He tried to turn his head, because all efforts to flail his arms to find Peter weren’t working because he didn’t know which was up which is when he realized, for the first time, that there was no darkness he was only keeping his eyes tightly closed.

Opening them didn’t help.

They clearly were not in his childhood bedroom, but they WERE laying atop of what would appear to be his entire Black Sabbath album collection (he could feel them crunching underneath his back OH he was going to be SO pissed at someone) and he couldn’t get off the broken albums on the floor because a much stronger man was on top of him, but suddenly it didn’t matter because PETER had just fallen on top of him and he couldn’t flail his arms around because he was holding tightly onto Peter.  

Tony had rescued him after all. He pulled his sweating, panting (and weeping?  were those tears??) boy closer to him and stroked the damp hair.  “Peter, oh god Peter,” he was saying, and TRYING NOT to say, because he DID NOT want to admit how terrified, how helpless, he had been just moments before.  Tony actually found himself KISSING the boy’s head and trying to rock him back and forth, overwhelmed with the urge to GIGGLE (and losing) because he wasn’t supposed to be kissing Peter, was he??  No, that would be SO unprofessional. But Peter didn’t seem to notice. In fact, Peter seemed to be very upset about something, and was currently clinging to Tony begging forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, oh gosh Tony, oh fuck I tried, I really I tried, Oh god forgive me. I’m so sorry Tony, I’ve just wanted you for so fucking long….” “Hey hey hey…it’s ok…” Tony said (what else could he say?) He pushed the boy’s wet hair out of his eyes, dried the tears from his face (yes the boy had been crying) all while trying to make sense of it all. “Kid, what happened to you? Where are we? You want me?” A look of despair marred Peter’s beautiful face as he pulled his body away (Tony couldn’t help but notice that he was embarrassingly nude but Peter didn’t seem to mind that fact, probably because he was gloriously nude also.  Nor did Petey even notice that Tony was sporting a huge erection.) “What’s the last thing you remember?” the boy asked, whispered really. He sounded heartbroken. “We were with Cap on the roof, waiting for the  Krufe Effle alien to arrive for the tournament - the One-Man-Gladiator thing,” Tony said, keeping his hands on Peter’s arms, not wanting to let him go.  He could keep talking, he could keep being ok, as long as Peter was here.  “...where he was going to fight Cap for some alien honor something, in front an audience of the Heads of State, and Strange messaged us to tell us it was all a setup, which we figured.  So we put out an all call and Sam and Nat and .....and......”

“And Barnes and Thor and that Starlord dude you hate so much, they were nearby.  And you told me not to come because it was too dangerous but I came...”

“Right, right, and I introduced Nat as the Queen of England and Sam as the King of Motown and Thor as Our Local God and you as the Twink Ambassador To Earth...”

“Dammit Tony I’m not a twink.”

“No....no.....you’re the AMBASSADOR to the Twinks.   And the alien seemed to buy it...and I had just analyzed the box that the  Krufe guy said Cap needed to use as a weapon…. Peter? Why are we both naked?”

“Ohgodforgiveme,” he said, but when he tried to pull away Tony wouldn’t allow it, keeping his arms wrapped around Peter’s body and although Peter was far stronger, he stayed. “That Krufe Effle alien,” he said, ducking his head down to Tony’s chest, trying to hide in Tony’s arms.   Tony combed his fingers through the wet hair as Peter tried to explain.  ”It was all a setup, just like Strange said.  But he sent another message about the weapon that Cap was using… I was TRYING to get his attention....but I couldn’t get anyone to listen....  Strange said to use the POMMEL of the weapon, but Cap just used the blade, he said we couldn’t not let any of the blood…I guess that was the point of having the battle with all the heads of state in one place…and then you called one of the Sentinels and they grabbed it and soared off with it but…” ”Oh god the blood...”

”It went everywhere.  I was standing behind you but Cap got a whole facefull and just started screaming and pulling his hair, but you were still in your suit and you started sending the uninfected people to carry the infected people into the showers in hopes it would just wash off but everyone was going in every direction - Barns picked up Nat and carried her into the kitchen and Starlord said he was going to fly Thor somewhere to.....actually I’m not sure.....I’m not sure WHAT they were doing......”  “Is Cap all right?” “He got it the worst…you told Sam to take him to your shower and they got in there alright but…well ......I’m not sure what they’re doing but they’re still in there.....” “We came here, I remember!” Tony said, grabbing Peter by the arm, where the alien’s blood had been eating through his suit.  Suddenly Peter’s wet hair was making more sense. “The sink in the lab!  I used the bucket to douse you!  But my suit should have…”

“You took it off.  My hands were shaking too much to fill the bucket and I guess you meant to take the gloves off but it all came off and then you were holding me up to pour the water on me…and well…”

“But how did we get here?” Peter looked up and around in despair. “Through your vintage record collection.  Sorry.” His sad frown was a centimeter from Tony mouth. and even as Peter tried to explain how the shelf got knocked over and the albums scattered Tony closed the distance and pressed his lips to the boy’s soft skin.

“These are expensive, aren’t they?” Peter was asking, close to tears.

“Not as much as you think,  I brag a lot about them because I’m an asshole” Tony was whispering against that soft skin, untilPeter turned his mouth half an inch to meet his mouth in a kiss that made Tony’s bones melt. “You wanted me for so long?” he whispered when a surprised looking Peter came up for air. “That’s what you said, word for word. Is that true?” he asked, but when Peter tried to apologize Tony interrupted him with another kiss. “Oh God Tony yes,” he said, his voice breaking, and Tony sat up and pulled the boy to him, wrapping him up in his arms and swearing he would never let go.

“But I hurt you, I think I ra….I know I hurt you,” Peter was saying.  “That mineral oil you said would neutralize it better than the water, well it wasn’t exactly enough and, god I’m sorry…”

“Oh kid you’re going to have to be a lot rougher than that, and a lot bigger, to hurt me,” Tony said, fighting hard not to burst into hysterical giggles.  But when Peter looked at him in disbelief, he lost the battle.

“Oh kid,” he said after collapsing onto his back and finding himself wrapped up in <i>Peter’s</i> arms, hiding in the comfort of the boy’s strong embrace, his hair being stroked with gentle fingers.  “Oh Petey, I’ve been a limp wristed fairy for a <i>very</i> long time.  No…no I’m afraid a number of twisted deviants have made me a little….jaded.  You didn’t hurt me kid…” “You…..? But I mean….it was my first time…..I thought I must have done it wrong…wait….

“Wait.”

“How did you <b>not</b> know I wanted you??” Peter said, pulling back a little, looking angry now. “I thought I was being a little obvious.” “I didn’t know because I couldn’t,” Tony said breathlessly. “Ever since you officially stopped being a kid, well, I guess I spent a great deal of effort  ....making sure I didn’t know.”

“Why?!?”

“Because I…..because I was pretty sure you wanted me to ...... because had no idea you wanted to fuck me.”

“I didn’t….” Peter said, suddenly looking down and stammering.  “I mean I didn’t know that I wanted to....I mean I did know that I wanted to but I didn’t think that….oh god.......and I should have told you “no” but it’s just when you begged me and then you kind of took my pants off and I didn’t know how to tell you....

Tony burst into hysterical giggles again and Peter calmly bent down to stroke his hair, kissing his face and shushing until the man could speak again.  

“So, you wanted me, to want you like this?”  Peter said, eyes full of wonder.  “Because I do.  I want the other thing to - actually I think I want a lot of things - but yeah, this to.”

Then he moved forward for another kiss, then they both stopped to look down awkwardly, for just a moment, when the movement brought Tony’s erection against the Peter’s body, which made Peter chuckle. “Sorry,” Tony said, brow creasing, wondering why the kid was laughing at his dick – maybe it was some Millennial joke he didn’t get? "Where did you come from?” Peter was saying gently.   “I just thought just took care of you.” “Wait….what?” Tony took Peter’s face in both hands. “Jesus this isn’t fair, what else don’t I remember?” “Can’t tell you,” Peter said with a playful smile, turning toward Tony’s fingers and mouthing them suggestively.  “But I promise I took care of him already.”  He leaned down and whispered “I have done that before.” “Ah fuck!” Tony moaned, falling back to the wet carpet and covering his eyes with his hand. “You went down on me for the first time and I missed it?” “And I did it well,” Peter bragged. Tony peaked out from between his fingers. “Did you?  I think I’m going to need proof.”

“I don’t need proof, I had THE Tony Stark inform me I was *very* good.  I think your exact words were “How the fuck did you get so GOOD at this kid?”

Tony was still peaking out from between his fingers. “Maybe I was just reacting to the sexed-up alien blood.  My reactions aren’t trustworthy.  The data is tainted.” Peter pulled Tony’s hand away from his eyes and, moving his body on top again, kissed each eyelid. “Well then we’ll have to do it again, for scientific purposes,” he whispered playfully.

“But lets go to the bedroom.  We’re laying on an overturned shelf of what I thought were priceless LPs and they’re stressing me out.” Peter kissed him again and tried to sit up. Tony sat up with him, trying his best not to break the kiss, trying to kiss and stand and speak all at the same time. “Is this real? Are we really sober?  Is Strange going to show up with a cure and make you come to your senses?” “No idea – we should have a lot of sex before then in case he does.”

“No Tony…..no” he said next, pushing Tony away gently as Tony tried to stand up while kissing him at the same time. “No, Tony,” he insisted, using his strength to keep the bigger man in place.  “That’s how the record shelf came down.”

Peter’s bare feet crunched harmlessly over the crushed vinyl while he helped a limping Tony, battered and bruised, out of the wreckage, finally picking him up and carrying him the final feet to safety.  Then he stopped and held Tony’s face in his hands, his eyes searching.  Tony was to weak and euphoric to protest, and endured the examination patiently. “Swear to me I didn’t rape you,” Peter whispered, barely audible.  “Swear to me I didn’t hurt you.” “You didn’t rape me kid.  And I wish I could answer all your questions Petey, but I don’t remember.” “I wasn’t sure where I was, I wasn’t even sure I was sure if any of it was real, but when I could see straight and when you let me make love to you, for a moment I thought….I thought you screamed. I thought you screamed and tried to hide.  Did I hurt you?” Let me make love to you. Were there six more beautiful words in the English Language? Tony closed his eyes and floated in the heaven that was this kid using the words ‘making love to you.’ “Tony?” “Whu…..? Oh, yes…..I mean no. I mean…..I was still hallucinating, and I thought I saw……I didn’t know where I was, and I thought I saw .... something.” “What?” Tony leaned down to kiss the boy he had been harboring impossible secret fantasies about, fantasies that until an hour ago he would never had admitted to anyone in the world. “A monster,” he whispered against soft lips, then pressed into a kiss. “But you made the monster go away.”

[switchinspirals]

Texas Turnaround Part 2 Safe!

Continuation of request for @texanstrong

Trevor took his time his time washing Jake’s body down in the shower. The new sensation of smooth hard larger muscles lathered in soap and dripping with water was erotic in it’s own right. He did think to himself for a second how familiar it was standing in this shower. His strange lucid waking dream of being in this very shower with that other guy. Except this time he was in the actual body of Jake not his own. After finishing his shower and wrapping a towel around his waist, he went to investigate the apartment. It was an older apartment on the south eastern side of Dallas based on what the GPS said on his phone. It was a mess, it looked like there was a party here recentlty. Although looking through the clutter it seemed as if laundry day only happened once every month if it that. Trevor also got the strange sensation that Jake didn’t spend to much time here, and the one called BAE probably didn’t either. He turned on the TV and Telemundo switched on, he didn’t realize it was just background noise for the moment as he turned on Jake’s phone and begin to look.

Jake didn’t have a facebook, or atleast not the mobile app, but he and instagram, grindr, scruff, jack’d, and tinder. All the profiles read the same.

“Jake, ��Age:22  Hieght:5'11 Latino,  Speaks English and Spanish, Body Type: Jock, Bodybuilder, Toned.  Negative, In an Open Relationship”

It matched his apperance perfectly. And the picture was a seductive image of selfie of Jake showing off his perfect body. The discription about himself was different for each app, yet very similiar. The grindr one had the most detail though. “Vers top, but bottom for the right guy, I am picky but for cash I can get into any dude, prefer if you host, if I host don’t be a bitch about my place. I have a bf he sometimes down for 3somes but prefer not to get him involved, don’t be a dick or a racist.” It was a strange sensation for Trevor to read someone else’s profile yet know it now currently belonged to him. Trevor was no stranger to hook ups, but he was more picky about who he had sex with, and had never in his life had or considered getting paid for sexual favors or sex it self. Yet now being in Jake’s body and life, there was an excitement about getting paid for it, even if the dude wasn’t attractive. Trevor knew he was good looking and a catch, but Jake was the superior to his former body in every way. And Jake didn’t give one fuck about what people thought of him, and for the first time Trevor realized how hot it was to have a guy so infatuated with him even if he wasn’t that attractive. Trevor thought back to the night before, the blonde kid in the shower, he was cute but his body was only slightly toned and less impressive than his old body back in Houston. Yet during that strange experience he enjoyed the way the boy felt up his body. Now knowing he was feeling up Jake’s body made that whole experience even hotter. He saw how many guys had messaged him on grindr alone, all sorts of boys and men. Older muscular men, big hairy men, twinks of types, jocks, it was like almost any type of guy one would want. He did notice a lack of white dudes reaching out to Jake though. Most of the messages were positive, sensual and seemed to lead to a hook up. It was rare to find a negative conversation or one not leading to sex but they were still in there. He learned from those Jake was a high-school drop out, and slutted out a few years earlier and pissed of a lot of guys who still held it against him for sleeping with their boyfriends or husbands. Trevor didn’t know how to feel about that, in some ways it bothered him how Jake seemed to not care about those people’s relationships, yet at the same time him sleeping with them sounded hot, and exciting. As for being a high-school drop out well it seemed sad but maybe if he was trapped in this body long enough he could change that.

Trevor decided to stop reading all the messages and then swiped to his calendar, Jake it seemed was a landscaper, had his own truck somewhere around this apartment complex. He seemed to do most of his jobs in the surrounding suburbs of the DFW metroplex. That’s when his alarm went off, the alert was for “GYM TIME” Trevor wasn’t sure where Jake worked out at but he figured this apartment had to have some sort of gym. He looked through his wallet, there was no gym membership card, and not credit card, just Jake’s drivers license confirming his grindr profile was accurate, and fifty dollars of cash. Trevor found blue tank top with the words “RAVE” on ot it, and some black very short gym shorts, he quickly put them on and walked to the bathroom again. He admired himself in the mirror, Jake or rather he now looked sexy as fuck. Part of Trevor wished he could get back in his body if only to make out feel and have sex with Jake, it was a pleasurable torture being so hot and desiring the very some flesh you inhabited and Trevor was loving every second of it.  He walked out of the messy apartment and into very warm and sunny Dallas day.

He did find a small gym for the older apartment complex, it barely had any machines or weights, Trevor using Jake’s voice mumbled to himself “This probably isn’t where he works out” but he didn’t feel like getting lost looking for a gym. So he started to do his normal routine with what he had available there, which wasn’t much. Trevor first started to work out using some free weights, doing basic bicep curls, in front of the mirrors. As expected it was a sexy and very exciting to watch the muscle stud work out. Trevor found himself making seductive faces and holding on the the flex of the bicep curl longer to show off the muscle. And in return the sexy stud Jake flirted back to him through his reflection and showed off his muscles. It was hot and making him horny. But it was also getting hard to focus, it seemed as if the more he saw himself in the mirror the more he wanted to rip off his clothes and jerk off again. Trevor wasn’t sure if Jake had a higher sex drive than he was used to, or that his ultimate fantasy of being someone else was just to much for him to handle, or if both of those facts were keeping his new uncut cock hard in those sexy gym shorts. He decided to turn around and work out facing the windows.

The view was much more grounding for Trevor, he clearly lived in the poorer part of Dallas, it wasn’t very nice, it reminded him the neighborhoods and area’s in Houston that were old, falling apart, and rather depressing. A far cry from the suburbs of Houston he was used to. Yet despite that he still felt a rush of anxiousness and excitement. It was a new life, and one where he didn’t have to give a fuck. In part because Jake never did, and also because there was no longer and consequences to his sexuality. He could truly just enjoy being young and sexy. Even in less than two hours he had inhabited this body, he knew Jake’s life was far from perfect, the grindr profile showed a dude who had great sex, but also experienced some rather disturbing racism. And his view showed what privilage he had in his old life, but there was something about not worrying about his sexuality anymore and being able to expeirence anything that made the more negative changes worth it. And after turning his head around to see that sexy face smiling at him, he knew it was worth it. Trevor took a picture of himself and posted it to instagram. It went viral to the several of thousands of followers Jake had on his instagram. Commets filled with compliments and lustful desire.  A direct message came in from someone named Alex.

“Loved the pic, I am bored and have $50 I wanna spend, come over let me lick you up and fuck me raw and it’s yours cutie.” Trevor felt another surge of excitement. He quickly looked up Alex’s instagram pictures, they were for the most part rather dull and ameraturish. His face was nothing to brag about and his body was that of a very smooth, very skinny twink. There was some toned definition on it but he was even more skinnier than the kid Jake was fucking in  the shower before. Yet the lure of fifty dollars, his chronic horniness and a strange new desire to fuck this twig of a twink pulled Trevor’s ambitions and desires and make him use Jake’s hands to text him back. “Hey! Ya would love to fuck forgot where u live send address?” Trevor waited. A reply and an address, a quick search on google maps revieled he lived in a near by suburb. Now came the hard part finding Jake’s truck. Wondering around the parking lot like an idiot Trevor kept clicking the lock button on his keys to see if he could hear a beep. After about ten minutes of searching he found it. The truck was a modest 2011 White Ford F150 with a landmower, and landscaping equipment in back, most of which was rather old and needed to be replaced. The inside of the truck was hot, smelly and needed to be cleaned but that wasn’t important he had to get to Alex’s place. The drive was uneventful and Trevor made it to Alex’s nice place in the suburbs. Clearly he still lived with his parents. When he knocked on the door, the young only been eighteen for four months twink greeted him with a overly friendly hug. They both walked into the nice clean house and sat on the couch. Small talk was made, and Alex’s hands were already trying to explore. There was the occasional gesture of him rasing up Trevor’s tank top to feel a single one of Jake’s abs. A single “You know what it’s like honey” followed by Alex’s kind yet obviosily clever excuse to put a palm on Jake’s firm pecs. “So where are your parents? They aren’t going to walk in on us?” Trevor said in Jake’s sexy Spanish accented voice. Alex was amsused and laughed “You weren’t so bothered the first two times that shit happened, but no they are out of town no need to worry, you don’t have to lie and say your some poor exchange student I seduced or anything.” Trevor gave a surprise looked using Jake’s face of course. But Alex was tired of talking and went in for the kiss. It was a passionate yet sloppy kiss. Alex’s hands went crazy all over Jake’s or rather Trevor’s new body. Trevor had had guy into his body before but this was different. Alex was significantly smaller and skinnier, and because there was money involved he felt Jake or well Trevor up as if he owned him. It was a strange sensation for Trevor but he enjoyed it. The kissing went down his neck, Alec playfull licking, touching, kissing, Trevors dark muscualr pecs. The foreplay was hot as hell for Trevor as much as it was for Alex. Then it happened Alex dipped his hands into Trevor’s briefs ignoring the gym shorts and grabbed Jake’s big thick uncut cock. The sensation was once again new, it was like the first time Trevor felt someone touch his cock, except it was better. He could feel Alex rubbing the foreskin up and down. In a panic Trevor down his shorts to free his growing cock. Alex stopped for a second, watching Jake’s foreskin stretch. He seemed a little bit repulsed by the foreskin.

“Something the matter?” Trevor said as he looked to Alex, “No honey, just foreskin always looks weird to me, feels like I am not looking at a cock is all, no worry once you get hard it looks better.” The feeling made Trevor feel embarrassed and a little annoyed. He decided to ignore it but it felt strange to be objectified to the point that his foreskin which to this point was something he wished he had in his old body, was now a turn off for this kid. Well time to try being aggressive. Trevor used his new found strength and wrestled Alex to his back. “Well you wanted a dominant jock, you got one suck on this cock” And with that he jammed Jake’s now his cock into Alex’s mouth. And again the sensation was brand new, like the first time yet it felt different, the foreskin making this experience even more pleasurable. Despite Alex being a bit of an asshole, his blow job skills were really impressing Trevor and he seemed to know how to take it rather deep with out gagging. There was several times Trevor almost came, both from the hand job and now the blow job.

He pulled out of Alex’s mouth and then put on a condom and began to fuck Alex, it started of slow and almost vanilla.  Trevor was having such an amazing time with another new sensation of the foreskin in an ass that he didn’t notice Alex’s boredom till Alex moaned “What’s wrong with you, make me your bitch Jake, fuck me like you always do” Trevor decided why not, and began to really thrust faster and harder. He typically never tried to fuck too rough, but he decided to do it now and it felt amazing. Trevor got fully into character and started to moan loudly, calling Alex his bitch, and fucking harder, he said a few phrases in Spanish too, since Alex requested that in between his moans. And then he came inside Alex into the condom.

“That was way too fucking fast…” Alex said “Sorry I just…” Alex laughed, “Don’t sweat it cutie, I loved how rough you were today I could tell you didn’t hold back.” He then started to feel me up, “Grab my dick and jerk me off” I complied and did as he said “Fuck for once you’re doing it right” Alex moaned. “It’s like you learned how it feels to jerk off with out foreskin and aren’t holding back.” It was true Trevor was using his normal tactics to get Alex off. After about five minutes of jerking and sucking Alex’s cock while he felt up Trevor’s new muscular body Alex came. And He handed him the fifty dollars. Trevor was unsure what to do but  Alex gave him the non-verbal cue with his hands to get dressed, and so Trevor did. “Well that was fun, I gotta get clean up have a safe drive back to wherever you live,” And with that Trevor was once again back in the sunny warm humid day walking to his truck.