#virginity kink

[royalbacchus]

Need an experienced older dom to instruct me. To hold me across his lap and finger me till I’m crying. Till my legs are wobbling, telling me I’m a “good boy” and trying to get me to squirt for my first time.

I would be so happy to be lead on a leash and disciplined with a firm hand while he kisses my clit and eats me out, praising me for being so well behaved, like a good little puppy.

[morikosa]

Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! Reader, nickname, missionary, oral (reader receiving), size kink, belly bulge, age gap, innocent! Reader, reader is 18, teacher x student, Gojo takes his lovely student’s virginity.

The room is filled with anticipation as Gojo stands before you, the cute student who has caught his eye for more than just academic reasons. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest,

You’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long, but now that it’s finally here, you can’t help but feel nervous. The idea of losing your virginity to your teacher is exhilarating yet terrifying at the same time.

Your breaths quicken with each passing moment. His hands are gentle yet firm as they guide you toward the bed. The soft luminescence of the lamps casts a warm glow on the two of you.

“Are you sure about this, my pretty girl?” he whispers in his deep, sultry voice, his hand caressing your delicate cheek, leaving a trail of warmth.

You nod, still struggling to find the courage to speak.

“Then let’s begin~” Gojo says, pulling you close, his muscular body enveloping you in a warm embrace. The scent of his cologne mixes with his natural masculine aroma, filling your senses to the brim.

His lips meet yours gently at first, but soon, the passion takes over, and the kiss becomes more intense. His tongue explores your mouth as his hands roam freely across your body, sending jolts of excitement through your veins.

His hands, skilled and experienced, begin to undress you, his touch sending electric currents through your body, making your skin tingle and your heart race. He removes your shirt, revealing your bare skin, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and your heart pounds with a mix of trepidation and excitement.

“You’re so beautiful, all for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. You feel a rush of heat between your legs, a mixture of fear and desire.

As you lie on the bed, his muscular body looming over you, you can’t help but tremble with anticipation. His hands, strong and skilled, explore every inch of your petite frame, tracing the delicate lines of your body as if they were terrain on a map. His touch is gentle yet firm, and you find yourself lost in the sensation of his fingers exploring your most intimate parts.

His hands slide under your skirt, gently lifting it over your hips, and you feel exposed and vulnerable as he guides you towards the bed. He lays you down gently, taking his time to admire your beauty behind his blindfold.

He groaned at the sight, groaning at the sight of your cute little pussy pathetically clenching around nothing. His blue eyes, those captivating windows to his soul, focus intently on the tiny, moist folds of your cunt. He’s surprised, for he knew it was small, but this… it’s even tinier than he imagined

He rubbed your thighs, slowly coercing you into spreading your legs so cutely for him.

He can’t resist the urge to explore further, delving deep within your core with his fingers as his lips close around your clit, sucking gently while his tongue flicks against it in a rhythm that’s both enticing and maddening. You moan softly, your body arching up against his, eager for more. The sensation of his fingers and tongue working together is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and you wonder if it’s possible to feel any more pleasure than this.

His fingers continue to work their magic, sliding effortlessly in and out of your tight cunt, while his lips and tongue dance a sensual ballet on your clit.

And then, İn that instant, you feel something intense within you breaking free. You arch your body up against him, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. You can feel the walls of your cunt tightening around his fingers, clawing for more, craving the release that only he can give you.

“Sensei, s-something is-Ah~ Something is c-coming-ah~hah~”

He smirks and takes his fingers out of your pussy just as you’re about to cum; he can’t let you cum. Not yet. You moaned in frustration when he stopped licking and fingering you.

“S-Sensei, w-why did you stop?”

“Fufu~ Don’t worry, pretty girl. I just don’t want you to cum right away. I want you to cum on my cock. Your sensei will soon make you feel good~”

He laughs under his breath

“…cum?”

Not understanding what he meant by cum, you tilted your head and looked at him with deer in the headlights, you didn’t know any terms about sex. Your parents always kept you away from that kind of thing.

“I think your sweet pussy is wet enough for my cock~”

He unclasps his belt, revealing the bulge in his pants, and you feel a tremor of anticipation. Your heart races with equal parts fear and desire.

You feel a sense of relief as he starts undressing himself, revealing his muscular body, a testament to his physicality that only intensifies the heat in your body. He stands over you, his erection tense and throbbing, his eyes locked on yours.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice a hoarse whisper. You nod, your heart racing with anticipation and fear.

“What if I-It’s not fit, sensei? You are so big…” you press your tiny, delicate hands on his muscular chest,

Damn, your innocent words made his thick cock pursuing.

“Fufu~ easy there, my sweet student~. It’ll fit, of course.”

He positions himself between your legs, his erection nudging at your wet and small entrance. You feel the sudden urge to push him away, to deny the act and the fear that comes with it. Instead, you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let him enter you.

The pain is sudden and sharp, but it quickly fades as he begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady.

You felt something flowing between your legs and look down at your cunt. You were bleeding.

It didn’t flow much, but half of his cock was covered with a little bit of blood. You closed your eyes and gasped in fear, you wrapped your delicate arms around Gojo.

“S-Sensei- *sobs* I-I’m bleeding. Its hurts”

He smirked wryly and said as he patted your head as if you were a puppy

“Fufu~ looks like I popped my little student’s cherry~”

As you open your eyes, you see satisfaction on his face, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he continues his gentle thrusts.

“Hah… this sloppy pussy belongs to me now.”

“Sensei…~” you whisper, the pain subsiding to a dull ache between your legs. You feel his fingers cradle your face, his eyes searching for yours.

“It’s okay, mochi~” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “Just focus on your breath and let your body adjust.”

You close your eyes again, trying to relax and welcome the sensations coursing through you. His hands cup your face, his thumbs gently tracing your cheekbones, and the warmth of his touch feels like a balm against your nerves.

“You’re doing great, my pretty girl~” he says, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Just take your time and let yourself enjoy this.”

His erection, now entirely inside you, pulsates in sync with his every movement, and the sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

“Your beloved sensei is here with you,” he murmurs, his words like a soothing melody, easing the remnants of your fear.

As his rhythm increases, so does the intensity of the sensations. The pain has receded, replaced by a throbbing pleasure that takes your breath away. You feel his hands on your hips, guiding him deeper inside you, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan, your body responding to his touch.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down,” he says, his breath hot against your neck.

“mh-ah~”

“It’s okay,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “Just focus on your breath and let your body adjust.”

“Good girl, good girl~ you’re doing great~” he says, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Just take your time and let yourself enjoy this.”

His hands grip your waist, his erection pulsating inside you, and you feel a rush of joy and pleasure that takes your breath away. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, the moment when everything falls away, and all that’s left is the connection between you and Gojo, the forbidden love that burns within.

As he continues his rhythmic movements, your heart races, and your mind is swept away with the euphoria of the moment. Every touch, every movement, every moan fills the room with an electric energy that crackles between you two.

You can feel his erection pulsating inside you, matching the rhythm of his hips. The pleasure building within you is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, and it consumes you completely. Your body is alive, alight with desire and longing, and you can’t help but revel in the forbidden passion that fuels your every sensation.

Then, you feel his hand brush against your hair, his fingers gently stroking your scalp. You can feel him struggling to control himself and keep his desires in check, and it only adds to the moment’s intensity.

“Y/N-Chan~” he whispers, his voice barely audible above the roar of your increasingly rapid breaths. “I’m speeding up a bit; tell me if it hurts too much.”

You nod, unable to speak as the moment’s intensity washes over you. His large hands grip your waist, his erection pulsating within you as he speeds up his movements. Your body responds, your moans increasing in pitch and volume as the pleasure builds to a crescendo.

“What a good girl for her sensei,” he murmurs, his words a soothing melody that calms the storm of emotions raging within you. Your tits bounce in each movement. What a view for his eyes.

“ahh-hah~ sensei~ It feels so good~nh~”

As you continued to protest and fumble for breath, Gojo smirked all the more, his eyes twinkling with mischief behind his blindfold. With a sudden surge of intensity, he thrust into you, your body trembling and your voice catching in your throat. You could feel the inevitable coming closer and closer, like a mighty wave crashing against the shore.

“Gojo-sensei~” you panted, your voice barely audible as you tried to convey the urgency of your situation. “I-I’m gonna…ah~ s-stop please, or else-I-I’ll p-pee.”

Gojo laughed softly, a wicked grin playing across his face. His voice rumbled through you like a distant thunderstorm.

“Fufu~ is that so~?” He asked, feigning innocence as he looked up at you from behind his black blindfold.

“Don’t worry, little one~ you won’t pee. You’re gonna cum~” he said softly, his tone filled with both pleasure and amusement.

“And I, for one, am looking forward to it~ to feel all of your sweet nectar covering my whole cock~”

You swallow hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your heart rate escalates. “I… I don’t know what’s happening to me,” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling. “I… I can't… I’ll~”

Gojo chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?” He crooned, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You’re completely vulnerable to me at this moment.”

His words sent a thrill coursing through your veins, and you could feel the orgasmic energy building up beneath the surface, threatening to burst forth at any moment. You arched your back, your body writhing under his, as he continued to move within you, his thrusts growing more urgent and demanding.

“Kyah~aaaah~ ”

The room was filled with the symphony of your breaths and moans, the sound of skin on skin, the sound of your wetness.

“Sensei~ aah~hah~ s-senseii~”

*clap clap*

“Yeah, moan like a whore when your sensei fucks you, little girl.”

*clap clap clap*

Your heart raced and your breaths came in short, quick gasps as the pleasure grew more intense with every passing second. And then, just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, you felt it - the explosion of pleasure, radiating outwards from deep within your core and coursing through every fiber of your being.

“kya~aaah~”

You cried out his name, your voice echoing through the room as your body shuddered uncontrollably beneath his. Gojo’s fingers dug into your hips, his thrusts growing less rhythmic and more erratic as he, too, found release within you.

The knot eventually broke after a few forceful thrusts, causing your sweet nectars to spill across Gojo’s massive cock.

After a while, he continued to push his cock into your pussy even though your hot fluids had coated his cock.

A few thrusts later, he also cum. You felt your womb fill with warm fluid as he poured his semen into your womb, causing you to murmur peacefully.

His breath was heavy, sweat was running down his chin in little beads, and he had a smirk on his face. He cautiously withdrew his softening cock after a bit of time. He slowly removed the blindfold with one hand to witness your disheveled state more clearly. His eyes narrowed as he saw your gorgeous pussy quiver and drip his load and your nectar. Gojo slowly pushed the cum leaking out of your womb back in using his finger.

“ah~”

You moaned softly as he slowly pushed his cock back in, took you in his strong arms, and held you against his chest. His cock was still inside you. You were so tired that you hugged Gojo tightly and fell into a peaceful sleep, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Seeing that you had fallen asleep from exhaustion, Gojo couldn’t resist and chuckled; he gently kissed the top of your head and inhaled your scent. His hand gently caressed your bareback

“Fufu~ I think sensei pushed you too hard, sweet girl~”

[httpscomexe]

You? A Virgin?

Day 4 of Kink-tober - Virginity

Summary: Wade discovers you're a virgin, and it turns him on.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Wade Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Blood, more blood, kind of a blood kink, pv, pet names, violence, descriptions of death, crude humour, virginity kink. (Lmk if I missed any)

Tags: @cellyx33 @foxherder @shybluebirdninja

Word Count: 1307 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)

P.S. If you would like to be added to the Kink-Tober tag list, just let me know.

You were covered in blood. A grin on your face as you’re bent over, hands on your knees, and a hysterical scoff leaves your throat. You looked like a damned psychopath. Covered in blood and brain matter, but yet, you were laughing at the body under you, his eyes peeled open in fear, or they would be if he wasn’t dead. He shouldn’t have called you a bitch. You step over him, doing a fancy little flip of your daggers before shoving them back into the little holsters on your thighs.

“Wow, that was hot.” He comes up from behind you, pulling you towards him, his hands on your waist.

“What was?” You giggle, his hands finding yours as he twirls you like a princess. A princess covered in blood.

“The sort where you were laughing while covered in blood. It’s fucking psychotic to the point where it’s sexy.” You chuckle, looking down at the floor, a shard of glass showing you how covered you really were. Your long hair was soaked in thick blood, dying it almost brown, some of it still wet as it dripped down between your eyes.

“I should be revolted, but you make it look hot.” Wade exaggerates the word ‘hot’ as he grabs your hand and twirls you again, it was easy considering the blood on the concrete floor was slippery.

“Well red looks good on you too.” You tell him, his feet avoiding the bodies on the floor as he turns the dance into a slower dance. It was definitely psychotic.

“Well mine is a suit.”

“Still looks good.” You shrug.

“You can’t even see my face.” He laughs a little, then stops dancing, pulling his mask off.

“Still hot.” You tap his nose twice before leaving his arms. “Maybe don’t use the mask when you fight.” Suddenly, a thump comes from behind you where Wade is, and you turn to see a new body on the floor, and Wades cheek covered in blood. “Yup, still hot.”

“God if we fucked it would be a total blood bath.”

“Neither of us have blood between our legs.”

“Have you ever been fucked on your period?” He asks casually and you just turn back towards him with your eyebrow tilted questioningly.

“I’ve never been fucked.”

A comidical gasp comes from his mouth, and his hands raise up to cover his lips. “No fucking way.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Cause you’re sexy as fuck!” He shouts, blasting a bullet into a man’s head as he groans in pain, and you chuckle a little. “I mean come on, you? A virgin?”

“Yes, me. A virgin.”

“I’m jealous.”

“Why would you be jealous about that?” You chuckle, using your sleeve to wipe some blood off your face as you bend over and reach into one of the man’s pockets, searching for the paper you’d gone there for in the first place.

“I’m jealous about whoever will have the pleasure in taking you first.” You fluster a little, something Wade doesn’t notice from the blood still draining your face, a natural blush.

“It isn’t that special.”

“Your first time is always special.” He tells you, his hand finding your lower back as you stand straight again, the folded piece of paper with written plans inside in your hand is quickly stuffed into your pocket.

“Wow, who knew you were so romantic.” You sarcastically roll your eyes, a teasing grin forming on your lips as you feel his hand grasp your ass.

“Well if I knew you were a virgin I would’ve helped you months ago.” He groans, pulling you against him.

“Well that’s too bad huh?” You ask rhetorically, not realising he isn’t joking as much anymore.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck someone while they’re covered in multiple other men’s blood.”

“That’s a weird thing to have on your bucket list.”

“Can you help me mark it off? I’ve got that 207th bone right now.” He begins to whisper as he pulls you further against him.

“You always have a 207th.”

“Feels like 208 when I’m around you…” He suddenly leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss, his tongue trailing over your lips as you part them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. “Fuck you taste like 23 different bad guys.” You giggle, throwing your head back a little and his lips latch onto the skin of your throat, causing a moan to come from your throat.

“Wade, we need to go.” You chuckle, attempting to move away, but his hold tightens on you.

“No we don’t, everyone’s dead. Let’s fuck. I’ll show you a really good time.”

“Right now?”

“Yea, or I swear to God I’ll be calling you ‘Little Ms. Virgin' in front of everyone.”

“You better not.” You arms wrap behind his head.

“Well let’s get going…” He mumbles, leaning forward again to continue his soft kisses to your lips, his body slowly walking you backwards until your back hits a pillar of the warehouse, his hips gently beginning to rock against your in a steady rhythm.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, and fuck it sounded so hot. Consent really is sexy.

You nod, and his hands reach down between your bodies, his fingers quickly hooking into your combat pants, and his lips never leave yours, causing sloppy and messy kisses to slobber your lips, making you chuckle. You expected nothing more from Wade.

“Fuck I’ve waited for this…” He tells you, pulling your shorts off before undoing the zipper on his suit, one you didn’t know was even there as he pulls his cock out. For your first time, you were definitely confident.

It was just how you felt around Wade.

Confident.

“You ready fox?” You nod, a little urgently. And he wastes no time, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes into you, his lips never leaving yours as you moan into his mouth, causing a groan to come from his.

“Fuck- Wade…” You moan as he begins thrusting in and out of you. As much as you wanted to feel like it was wrong.

You’d just murdered about 50 people together, who were all currently lying on the ground all dead in front of you, some of their mouths hanging open, or some of their stomachs hanging open. But here you were, letting Wade fuck you against one of the pillars. The same pillar you had smashed someone’s head into repeatedly to crack his skull. But you didn’t care.

Wade was your best friend. Even considering he was fucking you into a murder pillar right now. You weren’t sure if this would change your relationship name. From best friends to lovers? Perhaps friends with benefits. Maybe even best friends with benefits. Whatever it would be, you didn’t mind. You were also sure he wouldn’t mind, as long as it included you.

He had joked about getting into a relationship with you before, but you always shrugged it off with a joke. Fuck I’ve waited for this. His words repeat in your head as his lips find your neck again, kissing and biting as your throat vibrates with moans, his dick still sliding in and out of you. He’s wanted this…

“Fuck baby you feel amazing…”

“Logan is totally gonna regret not coming today…”

“Get it? Coming?”

Anyone else might’ve been annoyed, or turned off. But his little jokes while he was pounding you into a concrete pillar made you laugh, your foreheads connected as he suddenly slows down, your hips rocking forward as your mouth hangs open, the feeling of him spilling inside of you causing you to moan, causing you to finish with him.

“I knew you were perfect…” He tells you, gently pulling out of you and he helps you put your feet on the ground.

“Still though… I can’t believe you were a virgin…”

[blindmagdalena]

First Time's the Charm

18+ 6.5k homelander x virginal reader. loss of virginity, virginity kink, fingering, mutual masturbation, penetrative sex, cunnilingus, light spanking, blow jobs, praise kink, light breath play, dirty talk. snapshot-style fics of homelander being your first in a variety of acts. AO3. fic directory

You're Homelander's biggest fan, and he's thrilled to take your virginity.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three ( male!reader ver. )

[maladaptiveobsession]

*pokes* oh my god! i really love all of your dol headcanons, the suicidal one admitedly made me cry, it's just that good! :'D not sure if you take request or not, you can ignore this if you aren't, but i'd absolutely would love something related to bailey taking reader's virginity...? his dialogue in canon (before it was removed rip) when he took pc's virginity drive me fucking crazy :)

“Your body was always mine.”

Synopsis: You owe Bailey, but are short on cash. He takes your virginity as payment.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, anal mention, biting, cervix kiss, deflowering, fingering, masturbation, noncon, oral mention, overstimulation, scratching, purity/virginity kink

Words: 2,159

A/N: Sorry this took so long. It’s been a rough month or so. I wish they would have left us the ability to fuck Bailey at least until they had more lewd content to replace it with. I refuse to acknowledge his canon disinterest in the player.

In a town such as this, where temptations festered in the shadow, it was a miracle you’d preserved your purity for as long as you had. He can’t imagine how you managed, though he supposes your affiliation with the church must have contributed. Fat load of good that did against him, though, didn’t it? It hadn’t been intentional, but he’d gradually accrued your virginities, unraveling your innocence thread by thread.

Once in a moment of weakness, driven by frustration. You’d pestered him all that morning with dumb shit, and in a haze of anger and desire, he overwhelmed you, his hands gripping your body as he bent you over his desk and roughly violated your ass. You fought valiantly, but you were just no match.

"You should be putting out more if you're this tight. What do you think you're good for?"

Once with the intentions to torment that insufferable prick, Avery. You may have been that bastard’s date for the evening, but he was your guardian, and it was about damn time he reminded you both who actually owned you. With the right encouragement—threats against that other brat, Robin—he hadn’t needed to lift a finger for your mouth to get to work. The look on that man’s face as you choked on him was the highlight of his evening, though your inexperienced tongue running alongside his shaft was a contender to be sure.

"Don't get any funny ideas. Just take it."

Once more that same evening without thinking. With all the adrenaline coursing through his body, he hadn’t considered the significance before grabbing your hand and thoughtlessly dragging you off to his car. He hadn’t registered the way your hand tensed against his own until long after he’d dumped you off at the orphanage.

Lastly, by your discretion, too drunk for you to realize the “handsome stranger with kissable lips” was in fact your caretaker coming to collect your dumbass after you’d gone and got yourself roofied. You were lucky it was the day before collection; otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered. For reasons unknown to even himself, his resolve to remain indifferent crumbled under your clumsy lips, pulling you close to dress your lips with his and turning that chaste brush of lips into a ferocious battle with his tongue. You probably still think it was that haunting freak you barely tolerate who took your first kiss, but he hasn’t forgotten.

"Surprised are you? You'll learn to kiss better soon."

Now, behind the locked door of his office, he finds himself clawing at the remnants of his self-control, trying desperately to ignore the desire that began to bloom since he first pinned you against his desk. He palms at the ache pressing against his trousers, shame creeping along his spine. He should never have let things get as far as they did. There were lines he had resolved not to cross, and yet here he was, hips jerking to the thought of your warm tongue, soft lips, and tight ass.

The thought that you’ve been sauntering around town with that virgin cunt of yours unprotected, purity vulnerable to any prowling perverts, evokes a possessive rage that has no place invading his thoughts.

He sure as fuck shouldn’t be entertaining the thought that you’re only some doors down, just out of reach. The desire to own you in full has him in a chokehold. Growling, he reclines deeper into his swivel chair, impatiently fishing his cock out from his trousers, leaking pre-cum down over angry veins.

Fuck it, just this once.

With a sense of urgency, he gathers himself in his hand, tightening his hold damn near enough to strangle, and begins furiously pumping his hand. It doesn't take too long before he reaches that precipice, jaw and core tightening as he inhales sharply. Warmth spreads over his hand, pace and grip relaxing as he eases himself down from his high.

Releasing a sigh, he reaches across his desk for a tissue. After cleaning himself off and resituating himself into his pants, he glances down at his wristwatch.

12:30 AM

Right, there was still the matter of your debt. Before he could erase you from his thoughts, he had to collect your payment for this week. It was admittedly early, but the day of collection nonetheless, and he could swing by damn well any time he pleased. He steels himself before pushing the door open and striding up the stairs towards your room. The sound of your laughter mingling with that of another orphan—Robin, his mind supplies to his distaste—pulls at his insides like a vice.

The door swings open violently, the force startling the both of you into silence. The sight before him reignits that possessive rage; your hips straddling his with only a pair of panties protecting you from his exposed length. Underneath you, the boy cringes as Bailey's attention rests on him, eyes widening in bewilderment and terror. The air was thick with tension.

“Get out.” He bites out as calmly as he could manage, nails digging into his palms.

Robin casts a rueful glance between the both of you, torn between the desire to shield you and fear. You assure him that you’ll be fine, gesturing towards the door with your chin.

“But—” Robin begins, but is interrupted by Bailey.

“Did I fucking stutter?” he snarls, the animosity seemingly making the air colder and heavier. Quickly worming back into his night shorts, Robin slinks by Bailey while sending one last remorseful glance your way before vanishing down the corridor.

Silence punctuates his departure. Rage simmers below the surface of his skin, threatening to burn him. The sound of shuffling sheets punctures the quiet, instinctually causing him to look your way. Breath catches in his throat, soaking in the sight of your exposed thighs. As you reach for your bottoms, awkwardly twisting your body, he sees what he believes must be that brat's fluids discoloring your underwear. Lips twitching, he’s overcome with the desire to tear it from your body and have it burned.

Had he arrived even an hour later, you’d have surrendered your virginity to that urchin. Struck with violent impulse, he feels the final strand of resolve disintegrate. He stalks forward, his presence overwhelming as he closes the distance between you.

Scrambling back until your back is pressed against the headboard, you glare daggers, demanding to know why he’s here. The slight tremble of your voice reveals the fear underlining that false bravado you’ve taken to wearing. He makes note of your shifting eyes, frantically searching for an escape, and snorts in amusement. There would be no trouble subduing you, especially at this distance. Perhaps you came to this realization yourself, your eyes snapping back to him with a trace of defeat settling onto your features.

“You owe me.” A grimace overtakes your expression. Ah, now this was a first. Of all his orphans, you were one of the few that were consistently prompt with their payments. No wonder you were offering yourself to that brat. Now, no guilt would weigh on his conscience; you owed him and he intended to collect. You had only yourself to blame for whatever happened next.

Gathering your voice, you stamper out a retort, voice raising as you speak. “I-I’m a little short, but I ha-have enough to cover Robin! Do whatever to me; just leave him out of it!"

You nervously extend the bills out, and he snatches them, flicking through the stack to tally the sum. Satisfied with the amount, he stuffs the wad of cash into his pocket before glancing back up to you.

“I know just what to do with you. Don’t worry, I have no interest in that brat joining.” Closing the distance between you, he snatches your ankle and drags you towards him before you can resist.

You yelp as he pounces, quickly pinning your arms above your head and adjusting his grip so he can hold them down with just one hand. He doesn’t give you a moment to react before he snatches your lips with his own, silencing any potential objections. His tongue swipes across your lips, thrusting down your throat—domineering, rough, and speaking of suppressed desire. Pulling back, a string of saliva connects your lips.

“Wh-What was that about...?” You gasp out, greedily sucking in air, nearly suffocated by his intensity.

“You owe me.” He begins, hand drifting down to cup your sex. “And you have something I want.”

Tears gather at the revelation, struggling against his hold. “N-no way! Haven’t you stolen enough from me?”

Snatching your cheeks in his fingers, he clenches as a warning and sneers. “You fucking owe me, so unless you want me knocking on that brat’s door for payment, you’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you.”

You sniffle and sob, but otherwise settle down, realizing you have no other choice but to comply. Watching your eyes for any signs of rebellion, he feels assured you won’t try anything and releases your face and arms. You go limp, defeated. He hooks his finger in your panties, impatiently pulling them off your body before tossing them to the floor. He doesn’t bother to take off your shirt.

Though having seen you exposed before, he can’t help but stare in appreciation at your glistening lips. Swiping his middle and ring finger between your folds, he wastes no time before sinking knuckle deep, aided by your slick.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. That brat do this to you?” He begins pumping his fingers and circling your clit with his thumb, enjoying the crinkle of your nose and eyes as you try to maintain composure. “Or do you actually want this?”

You shake your head and try to say no, but your voice breaks into a whine as he curls his fingers against a sensitive spot. He takes the initiative to attack that spot, pressing a hand against your chest to hold you down when you begin to squirm.

"Just relax. I'll handle everything like always."

Feeling your chest rise faster and walls clenching tighter, he pulls away just as you’re about to reach your high. A whine leaves your throat against your will, feeling betrayed at the loss of his fingers. Without warning, his hands grip your waist, pulling you into him and replacing his fingers with something much thicker. The sudden intrusion steals your breath away and sends you over the edge, vaguely registering the pain through your climax. Perhaps he was just impatient, or maybe he cares some semblance to distract you from the pain of being split open by something so large. Either way, he gives you no time to adjust to his size, fingers digging into your skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks.

His eyes and lips pressed tight, overwhelmed by your tight heat. He’s plucked plenty of virgins, but none had brought him such intense pleasure. Melting into you, he sinks his face into your neck, tongue gliding across your skin and savoring your taste. You shiver as his lips trace your collarbone, the nipping of his teeth forcing sharp breaths from your throat.

It’s subtle, but you can hear his muted groans as his hips snap against yours, hungry and desperate. The sounds of wet, heated sex penetrate the thin walls of your room, sure to be heard by all. He can’t find it in him to care when all he can focus on is how sweetly you massage him, bringing him closer to the precipice of pleasure with each thrust. The crown of his cock kisses your cervix, your back arching from the sensation as your hands and legs wrap around him. Your nails dig into his back as that coil in your stomach tightens, leaving deep scratches in their path.

As you push against his thrusts, his hand slips between your bodies, teasing your clit with fervor. You feel yourself slip over that edge, head snapping back against the bed and calling out his name with eyes twisted shut. Feeling you tighten, he loses composure and begins frantically chasing that high for himself. Sensitive, you whine from overstimulation, softly calling out his name to catch his attention. The sound of your soft voice helplessly calling for him and only him lights his nerves and leaves him helplessly gripping the sheets. He bites down on your shoulder to stiffle a moan, spilling into you. His hips grind into yours as he winds down, hands tenderly gliding across your body.

As he pulls back, hot white pools onto the sheets below. He admires the mess he’s made: your bruised skin, neck raw and glistening, and lips parted as you try to gather your breath. His thumb ghosts over your lips, amused by the dumb look settled on your face. Satisfaction thrums through him, having claimed the last of your purity.

"Your body was always mine. Like your first time."

[mychlapci]

The matrix makes any bot carrying it a virgin, it doesn’t matter if the seal was broken, the matrix will fix it. Optimus Prime is forever pure no matter how much Megs fucks him. Only way to be a forever non-virgin and still carry the matrix is to be fucked by a herald of Unicron or just Unicron himself.

ooooh that's inch resting... only Unicron can deflower a Prime, no one else. But it's not all bad... Megatron really enjoys fucking Optimus' virgin valve open every single time they interface. and Optimus leans to enjoy the little pinch and the ache that comes with having his seal breached.

[mx-monster]

I have a lot of Horny Thoughts about the incubus. It’s such a cliche and so overdone but it’s just so hot. MM, corruption/virginity kink, a leetle dubcon, nsfw maybe one day it’ll become a full story but for now just enjoy my horny rambling

The son of a fire and brimstone preacher has been homeschooled all his life, with little interaction with anyone outside the church his father preaches at.

The church he’ll one day preach at.

He has a girlfriend but they’re waiting until marriage to kiss. He doesn’t understand why his peers are having such a hard time abstaining from the sins of the flesh. It’s easy for him. He’s never even watched porn. And aside from night time expulsions, he’s never had a proper orgasm.

He’s exactly everything he’s supposed to be. Free from sin. Free from failure.

Until the dreams start.

He feels weight on his chest. Something was laying on top of him. He blinked his eyes open only to have his breath stolen by a pair of brilliant gold eyes. The strangeness of the eyes didn’t stop with the color of the iris. Where the whites of the eyes were supposed to be, there was inky black. And instead of roundness the pupils were thin, vertical slits.

The eyes of a snake.

Of a demon.

He was in his bed with a demon sprawled out on top of him.

It had to be a demon. The creature had blue skin and a pair of horns that sprouted from its long, inky black hair. And yet, despite its alieness, he could not look away from the sharp angles and planes of the creatures face. So enraptured by the creature, he didn’t notice it begin to grind its sex into his own clothed cock until a wicked heat sparked deep in his belly.

“I see you’ve noticed my gift, sweet one,” the demon purred. And God that voice, “I’ve been blessed with two cocks. Do they feel good?”

Yes, they did, he loathed to admit. Bolts of electric pleasure sparked underneath his skin with every roll of the demons hips.

It was just a dream he could have this in his dreams

The sound of his own wrecked whimper broke him out of his lust induced haze.

“Get off me,” he snarled, scrambling out from underneath the demon. As the demon sat back on its haunches, the covers fell away revealing the demon in all its naked glory. Blue skin that stretched over lean muscle. Elaborate gold tattoos adorned the demons arms, torso, and legs. He traced the intricate patterns with his eyes until his gaze fell to the two thick cocks that stood at attention between its muscular thighs.

The demon gave him a pacifying, nearly condescending, smile.

“Don’t worry, sweet one. I have no plans on forcing myself on you. That defeats the purpose. I plan on taking my time with you. To truly savor you. A meal like you is rare nowadays,” the demon reached out a clawed hand, tracing the preachers sons jaw with a long, black talon, “I’ll take you in my mouth first. And then you’ll take mine into yours. I’ll press your face into the pillow while rut into that virginal hole of yours and then I’ll turn you over and lavish myself on your cock until I’ve had my fill. I’ll have you in front of God and you’ll cry tears of ecstasy. But not until you want it. Until you’re crying for it.”

“I’ll never want it.” The preachers son growled through clenched teeth. Heart beating wildly with rage and perverse desire.

The demon’s golden gaze flitted down to the tent in his sweat pants. A grin bloomed on it’s face, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, “we’ll see about that.”

[tomssexdoll]

can you do 2023-24 tom with a younger reader (not weirdly younger but maybe she’s like 26-27 and she’s still a virgin cause she was never ready😓😓) and she gets like super horny one day and gets tom to help her out like litt begs him multiple times, and at some point he’s a bit too rough and she’s like whining and crying cause she never knew he was THIS BIG and he’s like “you wanted this so bad and begged for it now take it”

THEN CUTE AFTERCARE WITH PRAISING AND STUFF

ps: lysm lysm keeping my puss wet everyday with your stories smooch smooch 😚😚

YES POOKIE DOOKIE

Me and my older boyfriend Tom have been going out for 5 years, we first met when I was 22 and he was 27, we only have a 7 year age gap so it never really bothered me.

He was always kind and caring, spoiling me and taking me onto tours with him. Our first few months were very lovey dovey, dates all the time, super affectionate.

Now it's similar but toned down, we know how much we love each other so we don't express it all the time, kissing and cuddling is all we need. He still takes me out on dates, every Saturday and gets me flowers every 4 weeks whenever the last one dies.

I'm still a virgin and Tom knows, he respects that I was never really ready, we of course did other stuff but he knows how precious my virginity is to me.

One day I felt burning in between my heat but it felt different, my mind was racing with thoughts of his cock. I had a sudden change of heart, wanting to finally fuck him, it had been too long and I needed it urgently.

I went up to him, rubbing his shoulders sensually "baby..." I whined, causing him to look up from his work. "Yes love?" he smiled softly, I sighed "i need you..m' so horny.." I mumbled, his eyes widened, rubbing the small of my back, "baby..i..are you sure? I don't think it's a good idea.." he bit his lip, closing his computer and standing up.

I rolled my eyes, "I know what I want Tom" looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows, "I still don't think it's a good idea, you've never even seen my cock..." he caressed my cheek softly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, cmon" I tugged on his arm, pouting softly, he shook his head, "no baby, you're going to get hurt" he said sternly, visibly frustrated.

I crossed my arms, "please Tom!" I whimpered, giving him doe eyes to hopefully make him cave, and it worked perfectly. He sighed and kissed me softly, "fine, get in the bedroom and strip" he turned me around and tapped my ass, signalling for me to hurry.

I rushed to the bedroom and practically ripped my clothes off, jumping on the bed and waiting for him, legs spread wide open. He eventually made it into the room, a tent formed in his pants and a hungry look in his eyes.

"Fuck baby.." he groaned, climbing onto the bed and taking his pants off, along with his boxers, revealing his huge veiny cock. My eyes widened at the size, not expecting him to be that big.

I winced slightly, looking up at him, my eyes full of concern. He reached over to the nightstand and got a small bottle of lube, rubbing it on his cock softly.

"Can't wait to fuck that tight pussy.." he smirked, holding my hips and pulling me closer, his tip hovering over my entrance, ready to go in at any second.

"Hold onto me baby it might hurt" I nodded and wrapped my arms around his toned body, stuffing my face into his neck as he slowly pushed in, painfully stretching me out. "Ah!" I cried out, biting down onto his shoulder.

"Almost there baby..doing so well" he groaned, shoving in the rest of his thick cock, giving me a moment to rest before snapping his hips back and slamming into me, creating a rough pace.

"Mm.." I rolled my eyes back, his tip stabbing at my sweet spot, pleasure coursing through my body with each thrust. "You like that, hm?" he groaned, pounding his cock into my tight pussy.

I nodded, my head hazy from how big he was, my pussy not being able to handle it. He continued to slam himself into me, fucking me roughly.

"Fuck!" I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly and pulling him in further. His hands snaked up to my tits, squeezing them as he dove his head into my chest, kissing and sucking on one of my nipples, his finger grazing against the other.

I arched my back, throwing my head back from all the pleasure. It was too intense, his tip kissed my cervix, abusing my g spot. "Such a good girl..taking my cock so well.." he growled lowly, his balls slapping against my ass.

The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, the headboard slamming into the wall, creating a small dent. "Gonna make you scream" he grinned, fucking me harder now, his cock slamming into me at an inhuman pace.

It started to become too much, his cock too big for my pussy as it cruely abused my hole, "too big!" I cried out, my legs slightly shaking, "ah tom!" I whimpered, he groaned "shut up, you wanted this so bad and begged for it, now take it" he spat, pounding into me.

I whined more, mascara filled tears running down my cheeks as I felt my orgasm nearing, a knot forming in my stomach. "Cum on this cock" he mumbled, eyes fixated on my pussy as his cock disspeared inside.

I scratched at his back, my pussy clenching around his cock. "Ohh yes cmon!" he cried out, hand coming down to my clit and rubbing harsh circles, "fuck!" I screamed out in pleaure, my pussy clamping down on him harshly as I came all over his cock, "yess!" he groaned and shot his load into me, painting my insides white.

Tom collapsed on me, panting and placing a sloppy kiss on my lips, "fuck..princess that was so good" he chuckled, flipping us over and laying me on his chest. I was so out of breath I couldn't even talk, just holding onto him tightly as he lightly stroked my hair, comforting me from how hard he fucked me.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @charliesgoodboy

[postmodernbeliever]

little darling- fox mulder x female reader (SMUT OH MY GOD…)

fox mulder knows how badly you want to be touched, to be taken care of, and he is obsessed with being the first and only guy to do it.

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my ao3 | word count: 6,071

content tags: smut, smut so good in my brain it came out poetic?, loss of virginity, virginity kink, dom fox mulder, protective gentle extremely horny fox mulder, embarrassment, sexual fantasy, plus size reader gets sooooo much love, im blushing just posting this aaaaaaa, oh some religious bits bc catholic girls are freaky and also his sex is THAT good, cross-posted on ao3

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fox knew it was wrong, and he didn’t care. he knew how he thought about you, how he touched you in his mind, how he wanted to possess you was culpable- but then again, how shameful could it truly be? how bad was it to want to take care of you, to teach you the right way, to want to show you how good love is supposed to feel? well, maybe it wasn’t completely pure, because he nearly came untouched just thinking about you sometimes, but he just couldn’t help himself. he wanted to. he wanted to be the one you chose to give yourself to. the only one. 

it was always in the most mundane moments, like this one, that he needed it most, which played into his guilt. soft moments where you were unaware of what you were saying or doing, clueless as to how you were making him feel. now, as you sat watching the sex scene from basic instinct while fox pretended to be filling out a case file at his desk, was one of those moments. you squirmed in your seat with a sweet blush on your cheeks, watching the slight caricature of sharon stone on top of michael douglas, pupils blown wide and trying to hide your interest. fox was doing his best not to move a muscle, but he felt like a vein would pop if he didn’t turn around to look at you. his stomach was twisting itself into hot, trembling knots just wondering what the scene was doing to you. 

you’ve been dating him for a few months now, and upon meeting him, you fell in love in a way you still didn’t understand. he did, too. he idolizes you, he holds you up above everyone else to his detriment. after the first few dates, you told him that you wanted to take the physical aspects of the relationship slow because you had personal obstacles to overcome; he promised to do so, because when you look at him, his entire world glows, and he refused to jeopardize that heaven you unraveled. but he’s learned a lot about you since then simply through deduction. the few risqué movies you’ve watched with him proved through the surprise on your face that you hadn’t seen much video porn, let alone been touched; the books you tried to hide in your purse had absurd covers with the lustful silhouettes of cowboys and prairie girls, corporate bosses and assistants, big looming over small against some dark backdrop– all of it meaning that when you were alone, you fantasized. but the most telling was when fox himself touched you, albeit innocently. it was like you’d never been touched by anything before. when fox’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles as he held your hand, you’d giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding your face in your shoulder. even better, when he brought those same hands to the soft, warm apples of your cheeks, you’d shudder, melting into his touch like you’d lost your volition. it didn't matter how he did it- if his hands were on you in some capacity, your breath hitched in your throat like a fool. 

you wanted to let him touch you. there wasn’t a thing in the world you wanted more than to let him give you all of the things you’d dreamed, all of the things he must be aching to, but it was difficult for you. it seemed no amount of love was enough to break down your walls– you’d never let anyone that close. you’d always struggled with your body and your worth, and the little dating experience you’d had wasn’t much to boast about. you weren’t what people wanted, even if you were deserving. you knew fox was different, and that to him you weren't too big or not pretty enough, but you had just about every anxiety about physical affection. he had no idea you were a virgin on top of it all, which only made the pressure greater. you just couldn’t get over the fear. but you yearned to have it, so much so that even the smallest instances set your body aflame. you had the most lewd things running through your head when fox did just about anything. once you watched the man reach for the cereal box on the top shelf in his kitchen, and his sleep shirt rode up to reveal the dark happy trail that disappeared down his pants, and you felt so dizzy you could’ve dropped dead. and whenever he was close, it was unbearable. you replayed the sensation of his strong, lean hands resting protectively over your hip at his friend’s house. you thought about the way his lips felt on your forehead so often you could’ve written a book based solely on the texture. it drove you insane, the way you wanted him, and you drove yourself insane every time you didn’t act on it. but what did you know of hands, of mouths, of letting someone see what you shroud in fabric every day? what did you know of making him feel good, too, of being worth the wait for him?

now, as you curled up on his couch, you watched michael douglas’ hand grip sharon stone’s leg. it was big, but not big like fox’s. you imagined it was your boyfriend on the television, dark and brooding, as you saw how the man dove between the blonde’s legs, starving; her back arched, propelling her hips forward into his face, and she let out a soft moan. in your head, you saw yourself on that bed, and fox as hungry. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered the blanket draped across your legs in your palms, trying not to look as overwhelmed as you felt. but the agent who listened to the heavy breathing on screen saw exactly what was happening to you. he saw the blood rushing to the tips of your ears, tinting them the color of your bitten lips; he saw the way you shifted rhythmically beneath the blanket, almost undetectable, but absolutely undeniable. fox looked up at the ceiling as if to thank the god he didn’t believe in for playing basic instinct on cable, and he stood up from the desk, stalking over to sit beside you on the couch. as his body made the cushions dip, you smiled nervously. through a cracking voice, you said, “i didn’t know this movie was all… y’know.”

‘oh, yeah, it’s pretty heavy,” fox nodded, attempting his best unassuming expression. “still good, though, huh?”

“i mean, sure,”

“yeah, i think so, too.”

fox sighed just a tad too loudly and let his hand fall on your thigh. nothing but the blanket was between his palm and your skin. you looked to him with a pleading pair of eyes, though you didn’t really know what you were pleading for. the moaning from the television got louder, and you felt so warm, and his hand wasn’t going anywhere. you had no idea what to do. fox grinned at you and let his head tilt back over the couch as he swallowed thickly. you stared at the curve of his stately neck, how his adam’s apple bobbed, and every inch of your body pined in his wake. fox gazed at you, lounged wide like a lion, and his hand slowly traveled up your thigh to the crease of your hip. he slid his fingers across the soft crevice, and you were still at a statue, stuck between craving the friction and terrified to feel it. 

“can i ask you something personal?” fox’s voice was gentle. husky.

“...mhm.”

“has anyone ever, uh,” you followed his gaze to the tv, where michael douglas was doing things that made your hands sweat. “have you ever done it like that?”

you prayed that a black hole would open up in the floor and suck you in, so you never had to admit the truth. but his hand was still in that soft spot, and his minty eyes were made of looking glass, and the image of him that fucked your mind was so boggling you were on the edge of giving up. 

“just out of curiosity,” he added, lips curling into a cheshire smile.

you ran a hand across your burning cheeks and murmured, “uh, no. no, i haven't.”

“it’s interesting, y’know, how they can make it look so real,” fox pursed his lips, pushing his hand back down your thigh to rest on your knee. 

before you could bite your tongue, you confided, “i wouldn’t really know.”

fox’s hand paused at the crest of your kneecap, a chill running down his body. he thought of you, his pretty, quiet, gentle girl, and he never once stopped to think why you were so reserved. he always blamed the little silver cross that hung from your neck and some guy from your past, but he neglected other options. but now, his mouth watered. 

“really?”

you tugged the blanket up to your face. “is that a bad thing?”

the man turned to face you, pulling your hands away to reveal the flushed face beneath. you were breathing so heavily. a need rattled his bones, one he wished he could stifle. pictures flashed in his brain- you, writhing beneath him, the feeling so new, making pretty faces as he did what the people in movies do. him, defiling you, ruining the girl you’ve been, clutching to your cross as your mouth bled with his name. maybe he was a monster, but his cock twitched in his dress pants at the humiliated expression you bore.

“no, baby, of course not!” he chuckled, “no, that’s– that’s a good thing.”

“but i-”

“everyone does things at their own pace,” 

“but…”

“but what, sweetheart? i don’t expect anything from you.” fox sweetly lied. he wouldn’t force it, but he wanted it. badly. 

“i just wish that, uh, that i had by now. sometimes. i guess.” 

your eyes darted between the television screen and the way his nimble fingers encased both of your wrists. it only took one hand for him to hold you down… what a career he could make with his other hand free. 

“have you ever tried?” 

“...no.”

“do you want to?”

you let out a nervous hum. something came over you like it always does, and you leaned over to hide in his shoulder; in a way, that was better than letting him see your face. his hand rested at the nape of your neck as he cooed, “awh, baby, it’s okay.”

“it’s not really okay,” you mumbled into his shirt. “it’s embarrassing.”

“i don’t think it is. i think it’s cute.”

you felt his hand run down your back, and you pushed yourself a little closer, so you could rest against his neck. fox kept talking since you were at a loss. 

“nothing embarrassing about that, i promise. truthfully, you’re better off. so many guys out there just wanna take advantage, y’know?” he reasoned, tracing little things at the small of your back, fingertips like pens. “probably would’ve wished you didn’t, because you’re so hard on yourself… i would hate to know you lost your virginity to some guy who didn’t care about you. not the way i do.”

the heat of your breath against his neck was maddening. everything about you was maddening. how you curled into him for protection, for reassurance, how your palms tugged at the wrinkled cotton of his work shirt because you didn’t know where to put them. the little nods of agreement you made with every opinion he voiced. he wanted to knock you on your back and fuck you right there, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t spring it on you. you had to want it, you had to let him. and he knew you wanted to let him because it was all over you. 

he asked again, “baby, do you want to?”

he raised his wandering hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you felt this urge inside you, an indulgence just begging to be released. acting selfishly, you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, and beneath your lips, you felt the vibration of a little growl. fox tangled his palm in your hair, and as gently as he could, he pulled your head back so you had no choice but to look at him. 

“is that a yes?”

your stomach churned. “yes.”

“good. come on.”

fox rose from the couch and tugged you up with him. he watched the blanket fall from your legs to see that your sleep shorts had ridden up and tucked themselves in the chub of where your thighs and legs met, that sacred spot he’d touched before, and he rolled his eyes in ardor. with your shaky hand in his, the man led you into his bedroom, where he motioned for you to sit at the edge of the bed. 

“fox, i…”

“what, love?”

“i… i don’t know.”

you watched him walk over to his closet and open the doors, revealing the shuffled-around mess inside. with his back turned to you, you saw his hands disappear to unbutton the dress shirt that crumpled on his shoulders from a day’s work. as he pulled it over his head, the spotless skin of his sculpted back smiled at you. your hips were warm. 

“you’re nervous,” he said, still facing away as he threw the shirt into the basket. “i know you are. but it’s not so scary. plus, you’re with me. i’m nice, aren’t i?” “you’re very nice,” you smiled, “but you’ve done this before. you… you know so much more than i do.”

“are you sure?” fox’s laugh rumbled low in his throat, “because i’ve seen the books you read. bet you’ve got all kinds of ideas i’ve never even tried before.”

you shifted on the bed, tucking your legs into a crisscross. “w-well, that’s different!”

“no, it’s not!” the man teased, shaking his head like you were hopeless. he crossed the room, back to you, where he stood like a pillar before the bed. when you didn’t meet his gaze, he tucked his finger beneath your chin and made you. “you’ve been thinking about it for so long, haven’t you, sweetheart? about me? must be so lonely, just thinking, never doing.” 

he passed his thumb over your trembling chin, admiring your starry eyes, how they reflected so much love. you were so pretty, a pretty he couldn’t have imagined if he’d seen all the most beautiful women in the world. none of them could hold a candle to his girl. “you’re so smart, so good at handling things when they’re hard. but you never let anyone handle you, do you? not even me, baby, and i could be so good at it.”

you couldn’t control how you let him sway you. you gave yourself over, basking in the rush. he settled on his knees, so you had to look down, and he pressed his hands to where your love handles dipped, passing the skin over in his hands. 

“i’ve wanted to let you,” you sighed, “i’ve… thought about it.”

fox’s eyes, eager as a puppy’s, looked up at you as he asked, “well, when we’re in your head, where do i start?”

you shivered. “you kiss me first.”

the man decided that you deserved to have your fantasies fulfilled; if in your pretty mind you’d dreamed up a routine, then he’d follow it, and he’d prove to you that nothing was as good as the real deal. he pushed up on his knees and leaned in, thankful for his low-set bed, as he pressed his lips against yours. you disassembled against his touch; he moved with a cadence that had your head spinning, fingers behind your ears, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you’d kissed him plenty, but never like this. never so messy, so desperate. he tasted warm, and kind, sunshine in a mouth. you let out a soft whimper as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

“i think you’re a bad girl in that head of yours, angel,” he mumbled into your mouth. “what do i do next up there?”

you were too afraid to say it, and you didn’t want to pull away from his lips, so instead you reached for the wrist that held his hand to your face. fox’s throat tightened as you guided his hand down to your stomach, a place you didn’t let him touch often. 

“so pretty, baby,” he admired, knowing exactly what it is you needed from him. he paraded his kisses down to your neck, where he got so much sloppier. he licked a stripe over your throat, nipping at the soft skin of your jaw, and he passed the chub of you over in his devastating hands. you keeled forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder, and he littered your ear with little pecks. “so soft. i love your tummy, y’know. how it looks when you wear those pretty dresses, and how when you wear my shirts i can see the shape. fuckin’ adorable, you have no idea. prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“fox,” you whined. he was barely even touching you, but the weight of his words anchored your lungs to the floor. 

he took a little liberty and leaned down to tug your shirt up, and began brushing his lips over you, spit for paint. you let your hands wander to his hair, and your stomach flipped at the noises he made. 

“now what, sweetheart?”

“y-you… agh,”

fox pulled away, and you swooned at the sight of his pretty lips already swollen. “forgettin’ already?”

“well…” you trailed off, feeling a mental fog roll in.

fox stood up and pushed at your shoulders, tilting you back onto his bed. laying down, he had more access to pushing your shirt up and seeing you for real. he sucked at his teeth, handsome face overtaken with want; you curved like a muse beneath him, and he wondered why you hid all this body beneath clothes. you felt his hands like a compass, mapping the cascading mountain ranges and slow, dipping valleys of your hips and thighs, as if his whole world was discovering you, as if his purpose existed within the endless confines of your flesh and bones. and his hands roamed freely, nomadically, through your land, committing every road that made you shiver to memory. 

“where do you touch yourself, princess?” fox smiled. you whined, and he clicked his tongue. “come on, show me.”

your hand shook, but you rested it over your shorts, and you curled your fingers in to prove you knew how. 

“good girl. bet you know just what to do, huh?”

“mhm,”

“but your fingers aren’t enough, are they?” fox pouted playfully as he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band squeezing your waist. 

“no,” you wheezed, “never.”

“fuck. you sound so pretty when you need me. let me see you.”

trying to stop himself from rushing, the man clambered on top of you and grabbed you by the back of your knees, pushing you up the bed a bit. when your head hit pillows, he tucked them behind you, and he crawled back down to your legs with a mission. gently, he tugged your shorts down, and beneath were little black boyshorts that cut into the skin of your thighs. he looked about as starving as michael douglas as he flattened his palms against your hips, adoring the sight. 

“y’know, most girls hide lacy things,” he teased, “i like this so much better.”

breathlessly, you said, “lace is itchy.”

“god, you’re just dying for it, aren’t you?”

you pushed up into his palms and whispered, “please.”

“please what?”

“do it,” you heaved, “i need it, fox.”

he didn’t need to be told again. he slid your panties down in one sweep and practically drooled over what you had kept from him all this time. he could’ve cried. this must be what people felt when they saw the mona lisa for the first time, or had a prayer answered. this was his very own da vinci original. this was god’s divinity trapped in your lower half. you were an irritated pink, your pussy plump as the rest of you; as he pushed your thighs wide, he found a sheen already coating your skin. “fuck, sweetheart, is this from the movie or me?”

“y-you.” you kicked yourself for all your stammering, but the glow of his cheeks soothed the embarrassment. 

“oh, yeah?”

you didn’t know how easy it would be to let yourself be touched before you just tried it. here, with the one man who might be the direct work on god on earth, you wanted to spill every secret now that you knew something of hands. your heart beat against your ribcage relentlessly as you admitted, “was imagining it was you on tv, fox, you and me,”

“jesus christ,” fox grunted, eyes dirty and dark. “i can fuck you better than he ever could.”

fox pressed his thumb to the bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs, and just the pressure alone drew a dangerous moan from the back of your throat. he relished in the sound as he began to circle his finger, leaning down to kiss the searing skin. you rolled your hips against his touch, begging for more friction, and he wordlessly rewarded you with a new motion, one that needed two fingers for rubbing. you grabbed at his forearm as it came into reach, and he felt like he could explode from how you tugged at him. you held onto his arm like it was a lifeline. any other girl would’ve grabbed the bedsheets or touched her body, but your inexperience meant you were acting on instinct, and that quite possibly was the best thing he’d ever seen. watching you feel so good for the first time in your life had him panting like a dog. you were all his now, his pretty girl under his spell. an angel who knew only one name. 

“good, baby?”

“mm-nngh,” was all you had to say. 

“what a pretty girl.”

“fox…”

“good girl. only i can make you feel like this, right? not those guys in your books, none of those movies. just me, my hands, baby, my mouth,”

you used your grip on his arm to try and get him to go faster, but he refused. he wriggled free from your grasp and left a ghostly kiss on your stomach, tutting, “oh, no, angel. i’m gonna make this last. want you out of your mind when i’m done.”

you’ve felt powerless all your life, and you do even now, but this is the first time you’ve ever needed more. you were engrossed in being taken. you’d been too afraid to pray for this because you weren’t sure how the man upstairs would feel about you breaking his technical rules, but you had to have yearned to let fox take your virginity every night since you met him. you knew he’s done this before, but you didn’t know he was so gifted; but even he could tell you that it wasn’t so much his experience as it was how he wanted to ruin every other guy for you. and how could you want another when his hand– that which wrapped around the neck of a pistol, that which choked the air of men’s throats– circled your clit so gently, working a new kind of love into you that you never thought imaginable?

“been dreaming about this, y’know,” fox drawled, leaving stinging kisses on your waist. “been thinking about how our first time would go. and you’re doing so good, you’re taking it so well right now.”

you couldn’t speak. every word got caught in your chest. so instead you tugged at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you. he giggled, hovering over you and slowing his fingers so he could give you what you wanted. you moaned into his mouth, lips gnashing against his teeth in your eagerness, and just when you felt like you were starting to have some control, you felt two of his fingers push between your folds. they went so much deeper than you’ve ever gotten your own, and as he curled them inside you, your entire body shook. gasping against his cheek, you exhaled, “oh my god,”

“be careful, baby, you don’t want him to hear you,” fox warned, voice thick with lust. 

you grabbed at his chest, fingers running through the little curling hairs that grew in a thicket over his heart, and you felt it beating, keeping time with his hand. you wondered if sex felt like this for everyone the first time around, but then again, how could it? unless fox was there for them all, they could never have had it this good. 

“you’re so pretty,” fox cooed, “so pretty on my fingers. d’you feel pretty, baby?”

“mmm,”

“tell me you feel pretty,”

“i- i feel pretty.”

“mhm. what about me, love, you think i’m pretty, too? my hands feel pretty?”

“fuck,” you squeaked, “fox!”

“i know you do. say it.”

“you’re so pretty,” you droned, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he rerouted to your neck. 

you ground into his palm over and over again, and he felt you burning up on his fingertips, contracting, squeezing, shaking. he moaned into your shoulder, “do you wanna cum, baby?”

your hands scratched at his arms, and to his surprise, you shook your head violently. “not yet,”

“really?”

“mm-mm. not… not time yet.”

fox’s pupils swallowed the green of his eyes. the man licked his lips and slowed to a stop, letting his fingers rest inside of you, and he asked, “what comes next, then?”

even in a position so lewd as this one, you were too embarrassed to explain. so you reached up to his mouth, swiping your thumb across his slick bottom lip, and with pretty little doe eyes, you popped your finger into his mouth. you watched as he wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the salty taste of your skin, and you whispered, “i need you.”

fox pulled off your finger with a pop. “how?” 

he followed your lidded gaze as it traveled down to the bulge in his pants, and he nearly passed out. 

“you sure you’re ready for that?” his eyebrows knit together in true concern, but he knew he was the one who had to answer the question, too. he wanted to do right by you– you couldn’t regret this, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you did. “i can wait, you know. this is about you.”

“no. i’m ready,”

“positive?”

“mhm,” you sighed, “just… don’t hurt me.”

the man above you melted like putty, and the hunger he’d touched you with went soft. you saw that toothy grin again, the one that gave you butterflies, and he promised, “i’d never hurt you, angel.”

the scruff of his jaw even tinted a lovesick pink as he kissed you. your fingers scratched at the back of his ears like you would a dog’s, and you confessed between breaths, “i love you, foxie.”

his hands flew to his waist and he rushed to undo his belt and shimmy the slacks down. he wanted to scream, he wanted to stand at the edge of the world and tell every soul about the way you coated his entire existence in sugar, but right now, it was just you. he was alone with his girl, and if he couldn’t tell the world, he could at least make you sick of hearing it. 

“i’m so fuckin’ in love with you,” he swore, marking your face with invisible prints of his mouth. “i’m all yours, princess.”

“oh, god,” you groaned, watching how he spilled out of his boxers with glazed eyes. you had no idea where he was hiding all that. you felt a little dorky for the surprise, but who could blame you?

fox was too far to reign in. he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up, and he made you scoot up against his headboard; you pressed your back against the cold wood, and you yelped as he raised you in the air, pinning you to the wall. 

“fox, i-”

“you’re not too heavy,” he stopped you, knowing what you were going to say. “you’re perfect.”

you couldn’t complain- truthfully, you didn’t even get the chance to think about it, because he was all over you. with one hand holding you up by the leg, and the other gripping the headboard with white knuckles, he pushed himself between your legs, and you knocked your head into the wall at the way he stuffed you. 

“fuck, fox!”

it didn’t hurt, but god, was he big. pinned to the wall like this, you had no bearings. he had you suspended, stapled down by his sheer strength;  you never thought you could be fucked like this, some little ragdoll he could throw around, but clearly you underestimated how much he could handle. you felt the wind leaving your lungs as he pulled out and snapped back in, pelvis rolling hard against your swollen clit. he moved like a wave crashing down, managing to soak every part of you with his skin.

“fuck, sweetheart, so much better than i imagined,” he croaked, “feels okay, right?”

“s-so… so big…”

“oh, baby, i know,” he babied, leaving pinprick kisses on your jaw. “you can take it, pretty girl.”

his big hand tangled itself in the hair at the base of your neck as he fucked you into the creaking headboard. you were an endless machine of moans and profanities, head lolling, trying to keep your eyes open to watch the way his lips parted at the feeling of you encircling him. he tugged at your hair, and a guttural groan escaped your lips. 

“always wanted to get fucked like this, huh, baby? you’re such a good girl, you deserve it,”

“fox, please,”

“such a pretty girl,” he moaned, “jesus, you sure you’ve never done this before?”

as you bucked your hips against his swelling length, you offered a drunken grin. “only in my… dreams.”

“oh my god. you’ve got no idea how hot you are.”

he was everywhere, he was heaven, he was the pounding in your head as you collapsed against his body, letting him use you like a toy. you scratched at his shoulders, mouth all over his sizzling skin, and he flooded your ears with pretty praises. you hoped to god that by the time he was done you’d have the print of his hands tattooed on your hips, or that he’d never be done and you could float on by in this bliss forever. but his hips were thrusting hard, and falling out of time, and you felt your tummy squeezing like it was running out of air. he drowned in you, mouth full of dirty whines and strings of i love yous, and you knew you couldn’t hold back.

“f-fox… oh- oh god…”

“gonna cum for me, princess?”

“i… i’ve never…”

the feeling in your stomach was foreign and hot, and it was backing up all the functions of your brain. all you felt was fox between your legs, terrorizing this little spot that short-circuited all your nerves, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping his mouth with yours– and when he hit it one last time, with eyes rolling back, and you let everything go. fox felt the warmth of you spilling over him, and the silent scream you let out had him unraveling in seconds. his hands were all over your face, fingers on your teeth as he came inside you, feeling himself mixing with you, and nearly bursting again just knowing he was. 

“oh, baby,” he fussed, “good girl, atta girl!”

pulling out slowly, so you didn’t feel too shocked, he slid you down the headboard softly and helped prop you up against the pillows again. you couldn't see straight, and everything twinkled, but you did catch a glimpse of him sneaking back down the bed. the man admired the mess he left behind. the smallest dribble spilled out of you, and all of a sudden he was lapping it up with his tongue, thirsty as a castaway. your entire body buzzed with overstimulation, and in what felt like screams but only came out strangled, you exclaimed, “fuck, oh my god!”

his tongue split you open, collecting all the juices between your hips and smearing the inside of your thighs, the pretty little mound of your pussy, making you shimmer like an angel. he sucked, and he swirled, and he dug his tongue between your folds like a freak, and you grabbed at his sweaty hair, so full of him you wanted to thank your angels for sending you someone so perfect.

“come on, i know you’ve got more,” fox coaxed, “one more, baby, one more.”

black spots crossed your line of vision as you watched his face disappear in your legs, and the tidal wave rose again, drowning you in a feeling that had you bucking against his tongue like a rogue horse. you’d never been able to make yourself cum, but all it took was fox mulder to pull two loads right out of you. you felt disgusting, you felt drunk, you felt so good you could’ve died this way. you didn’t ever want to leave the bed. fox made his way back up, heaving, and he kissed you with milky lips. you tasted yourself on his tongue, and you needed his palms to pin your hips down as you trembled, stuck on your high. 

“good girl, didn’t that feel good?” kiss. “you did so good, baby,” kiss, “so good for me,” kiss, “m’so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“mm… agh,” 

“i know, love, take a deep breath.” you felt his hand press against your warm tummy, and he told you again, “take a deep breath for me.”

you smiled, trapped beneath him, and you breathed like he wanted you to. anything he wanted, for the rest of his life, he would get. through fuzzy vision, you saw his glittery eyes, the grecian curve of his face, the little white strip of teeth behind his handsome smile, and you felt so in love you didn’t know what to do with yourself. he started to blush under your gaze, so he laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest to listen to your racing heartbeat. 

“foxie,” you whispered.

“hm?”

“m’not a virgin anymore,” you giggled, the joy bubbling out of you. 

his warm laugh echoed in your ribs. “not anymore.”

“all yours now,” you swooned, “are you happy?”

you felt his hand slither behind your back, and he scratched at your spine, making you squeal at the ticklish feeling. then he attacked your neck and shoulders, mercilessly going after all the spots he knows are most sensitive until you lost your breath again from his innocent touch. “stupid question!”

“ah!– fox– agh, stop!” you swatted at his hands, a blissful wreck.

“‘course i’m happy,” he chuckled as he relented. “are you?”

in a huff, you rested your spinning head on his pillows and blushed. “mhm. very.”

“worth the wait?”

“definitely. thank you.”

“my pleasure,” he teased, flopping down beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. and when a comfortable silence fell, he couldn’t help himself: “you know i’m never gonna stop thinking about this, right? i’m ruined for life.”

“shut up,” you laughed. 

“no, seriously. get ready for a life of me drooling over you doing absolutely nothing.”

“i’d like that life, i think.”

you curled up in his side, and he drew you close, letting you hide in the crook of his neck the same way you did in what felt like a lifetime ago on his couch. there was still a little devil on his shoulder, applauding him for taking a piece of you that no one else could have now, but more than anything, his heart ebbed and flowed in his chest, blossoming each time he looked down at your pretty face. he meant it when he said he was ruined. you ruined everything by letting him fall in love with you, and he has never felt so lucky. 

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inspired by this ask ;)

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You know what I would loove to read from you? Pussy Steve (or pussy Bucky? 👀) and virginity/Innocence kink. Just pure smut of shy, inexperienced kitten getting their cunt pounded properly for the first time and cumming stupid. 🫶🏼

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

First, you probably would be interested in this previous fic rec I did for an ask

Second, I can't not think of this part of one of my evanstan drabbles that hinted at virginity kink because...

It's good. It's hot. It's, it's-- It reminds him, suddenly, guttingly, of whispered rumors of dirty, bad men told in private. Words pressed into ears, raising goosebumps, hidden behind cupped hands. Gossip that drips down your spine and pools inside you, wrong but... helplessly intriguing at the same time. Intoxicating. A fly caught in a honey trap. He feels like a dirty, bad man taking--thieving--some poor lady's worn panties and smothering himself in them, burying his face in the tiny, pretty, white-cotton underpants and fantasizing about her body, not her clothes. Picturing, filthily, how sweet and sensitive she'd be. How she'd moan and squeal and take it in a tight fit, pinned down. And as horrifyingly arousing as the nasty, vile comparison is--appealing only with his inhibitions lowered to the fucking ground, stupidly turned on and horny, not in his right state of mind--he can't quit. And, further, he makes it worse. He makes the comparison all the more real as he tilts his head to the head, thrashing side to side for a helpless, breathless moment before settling and pressing his blushing, burning face into Sebastian's pillow. He shamelessly inhales a chestful of his scent and leans that much more into it. He doesn't just rut against Sebastian's shirt as if it's a pillow conveniently held between his legs then. No. It's even more crude. Worse. He wraps Sebastian's worn shirt around his cock and defiles it.

Yeah 🥴🥴

And third... here's pussy Buck losing his virginity (which, again, like in that linked ask for recs, isn't real and doesn't mean shit):

When Bucky imagined losing his virginity, it was primarily a passing idea in the deep private space of his horny, lonely high school brain. But, he was a realist, even back then--and, not to mention, gay--so it wasn't the fantasy of white sheets, red rose petals, and fragrant candles to ward off the total darkness of having the lights off with a long-term boyfriend, ideally supposedly even good-Christian husband. He didn't imagine it slow and good, he imagined it fast and bad.

And he imagined it that way because he imagined it, again and again, with his crush, one of the jocks on the football team he pinned stupidly after who, really, seemed to be a jerk to all the girls he made out with at lame, underage drinking parties that cops would look the other way about 'cause their kid was amongst 'em and then, somehow, he would forget about who that Friday night girl was by Monday. But... he was just so fucking guh.

That jock, just a fucking pretty man who looked so good rolling around in the field, muddy and streaked with grass stains and sweat, pulling up the bottom of his jersey to wipe the drool across his chin from his mouthguard, flashing a strip of taut abs and the faintest trail of hair leading south where Bucky wanted to get. Shamefully, even if he didn't think it would be good. He just wanted.

But.

It didn't happen in high school. Which was probably a good thing, considering how progressive his town was.

It didn't happen in freshman year of college, either, even though Bucky's fantasies took on a whole new life, especially the summer before arriving, thinking about how he was surrounded by so many different men in his dorms and would be showering with them and--

It turns out, college dorms are fucking gross.

So. Not there.

And, slowly, as he slogged through college, Bucky stopped imagining it. It would happen when it would happen, there was no point rushing it or torturing himself by imagining it at every turn. Just enjoy the ride, he told himself, don't get impatient. He kissed boys men, made out, cuddled, and did some over-the-clothes shit in cars and shitty college apartments, but, it just didn't progress all the way.

So, all in all, Bucky is fucking blindsided when it does happen. He hasn't really sat down and thought about losing his virginity in... a long time. He especially hasn't imagined it happening with a hot, older PhD student. But. It does. It happens with Steve Rogers, a PhD student when Bucky's a term or two away from getting his Bachelor's. And, most shockingly, it's good--

"Ahh, ohmygod, aH-!" Bucky moans underneath the man on top of him, sweaty and heavy and pressing him bodily into the mattress, which is a good thing because if he didn't, Bucky thinks he could float away. He didn't think it would feel so good the first time. He thought it would hurt or that, best case scenario, it would be fine, but not good or great because he doesn't know what he likes and he assumed he would be with someone his own age who was also unsure and fumbling and inexperienced, therefore, innocently bad.

He didn't--shit, a wave of heat crashes through Bucky, sticky and intense as Steve keeps going despite his embarrassing sounds of pleasure--he didn't think he would want to slap a hand over his own mouth during his first time because, fuck, it was embarrassing enough when he had to red-faced explain to Steve that he's never done this before, he's 23, it means nothing that he hasn't, but... just looking at Steve? Steve fucks. And, now, he's more embarrassed because he can't stop making sounds.

Breathy, shocked, hot noises that curl out of his gaped-open lips like mewling moans as he has his cunt fucked loose for the very first time. He feels loose. Loose lips, moaning, loose joints, neck limp, and losing timing.

He's so fucked because, yes, literally, Steve's cock is inside him, it's heavier and hotter and thicker in his pussy than he would've ever thought to imagine, but he's also fucked because this feels so good. He gets it. He gets why no one can shut the fuck up about sex. He understands. He's not going to shut up about it. Even as embarrassing as his reaction to it is, he's never going to go without this again.

God.

It feels like a revelation.

It is a revelation.

He wants to do this forever.

This is the only thing that matters to him now.

Sex.

Every time Steve thrusts forward inside him, he gets in so deep. The pressure and friction are so good. The slide is wet but tight. Bucky is so much more sensitive inside than he ever realized.

Jesus Christ, it's laughable now to think that Bucky didn't think he liked penetration that much just an hour ago. An ill-informed opinion based on how it felt when he was touching himself. Having Steve touch him is so entirely different. Bucky almost always just stayed on the outside of his body, playing with his achingly sensitive clit and tracing the folds of his inner and outer lips when it got too much to keep rubbing his clit or to gather up the wetness that would leak out of him for easier circles around his achy, pulsing clit. Whenever he tried to finger himself in earnest, searching to find his own g-spot according to Cosmo's top ten salacious tips for better sex, he just ended up with a crick in his wrist, was frustrated by the fact that it didn't feel that great when he thought it ought to, or being unsure if he was even doing it right in the first place. He didn't know that--

"Oh, ohh," Bucky's eyes roll back in his skull despite all his effort to focus on Steve on top of him. He's muscle, just, everywhere. How he has time for school and living at the gym and charming the pants off Bucky, Bucky does not understand. How else can he be built like a Greek god if he's not always at the gym? He's so fucking handsome, pale and blushing, strong and muscular, nice but dirty. He's everything Bucky never dared to think about, thinking men like Steve were so out of his league.

Steve is here, though, Steve is making him helplessly moan and whine on his cock as he fucks him within an inch of his life in his bed. One of his hands is planted next to Bucky's fanned-out hair restlessly curling across the pillows as he thrashes his head side to side and his other hand is on Bucky's body, tracing the line of his throat, toying with his nipples, finding his hips and squeezing, pawing at his clit to leave his toes curling and using his fingers to slide down, down, down his wet slit and trace where his cock is splitting him open, leaking around the intrusion of him.

He's so big.

Bucky doesn't know how it fits in him.

He doesn't know how big Steve really is, he's got nothing to compare him to, but he just knows that it feels like it's in more than his pussy--Steve's filling his belly and fucking into his throat. That's why Bucky can't breathe. That's fucking it. He's so chokingly full.

And Bucky is having the fucking time of his life.

Choking, sputtering, and writhing as Steve goes at him, buried within him and showing him what he's never known before. Their chests heaving and hitting together, colliding perfectly.

Steve is fucking him so good, his hips rolling smoothly, just hard and deep and fast enough. It's perfectly good, making Bucky really fucking feel every inch of him, clenching, trembling around him in a daze of arousal. Eyes rolled back. Feeling like he can't do anything but take it.

Take it.

Steve's cock is plunging expertly into his wet, squelching cunt, moving to the rhythm of a thudding, window-shaking, whole-body-rattling house-music-style song that Bucky can't hear but shamelessly revels in anyway; Steve's hands caressing his body like he's precious, touching him everywhere and making him sweat like crazy, feeling so much, and filled to overflowing with heated desire; Steve's lips on his, colliding hard and swallowing his sounds down, then smearing hungry kisses across his face to his jaw to bite and suck at his neck, the thin, delicate skin there so much more alive then Bucky ever knew it could be, crackling with want; Steve's hot, honey-dripping words meeting Bucky's sounds of pleasure in the scant few inches on thick, humid air between them, so charged that it's hard to take any oxygen into his lungs, barely breathable, too, too much--

Steve chuckles, amused and pleasantly teasing as he tells Bucky, "you can touch me, too, sweetheart."

He's been doing that all night, coaxing him into participating in his first time more and more. It's active. He's taking but he's also giving. Bucky loves it.

Bucky fucking loves sex.

And, really, Bucky had not realized his hands were just shaking in limp, unsure fists by his sides until Steve's words finally process in his mushy brain. He blinks open his eyes, fighting against the sticky, too-thick lust poured over him, weighing him down, making him slow. Dumber. And for a long moment, the best he can do is arch his back. It feels so rauchy, but he's possessed. Bending. Breaking. His head is dropped completely back against the pillows. His neck couldn't hold the weight of his head if his life depended on it. He... he... he feels like he's moving through molasses, trying to lift his arms and touch Steve.

It's nearly impossible. Bucky is spread so thin, melted into Steve's mattress like a thin layer of marmalade on hot toast.

He's never going to recover.

He gets about halfway into holding his arms up, muscles trembling weakly before Steve takes pity on him and uses his sure, knowledgable grip to loop his arms around his neck. Bucky moans, feeling how feverish and sweat-soaked Steve is--it's not just him. Steve's in it, too. He's here with him. And Bucky uses all of his wimpy strength to push his quivering fingers into the short hairs at the base of Steve's skull, cupping his head and staring foggily into his ravenous eyes. He looks ready to swallow Bucky. Something inside Bucky adores it, preening and pushing his chest forward, feeling big and bold and wanted. Desired, even. It's hot as fuck. Bucky wants to feel like this forever.

"Yeah," Steve rewards him with a groaning word of agreement and a lewd kiss, tonguing him, no, fucking his mouth with his tongue as his cock just fucking keeps at it, grinding, digging, carving into him.

Bucky can't breathe, he can only gasp.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Steve encourages, "why don't you hold onto me, hmm? I know it feels good--"

Bucky whines. It does. It feels good. It's so good he could cry.

"--and I know 's a lot, so just hold on and touch me a little while I fuck you, yeah? Don't worry about anything else, jus' right here, touch me, lemme in, c'mon, babyy."

Bucky nods uselessly, letting his hands slide down Steve's body, openly adoring and admiring his unreal body, squeezing the meat of his hugely broad shoulders and following his fingers with his eyes, nearly going cross-eyed when--

Oh.

His vision is fucking filled with the overwhelming, gut-punchingly hot vision of Steve's chest. Bucky felt up his chest when they were making out just before this, he knows he has big, tight, high pecs. Part of his unreal, gym-sculpted physique. He didn't--he doesn't know--how was he supposed to know that his pecs would jiggle when he's fucking into him?

"Go on, h-honey," Steve kisses his temple, just a little sloppy as he moans against his skin, "touch 'em," he urges him on, "grab my tits."

Bucky does. He doesn't need fucking brain cells to follow those tempting directions. He just does. He wants to bite Steve's tits and, fuck, he's never had such an aggressive, intense urge before but it doesn't matter. He has no ability to process it. He just feels it.

He wants to bite.

Further--because that's not it, of course, that can't be it--Bucky fucking holds on for dear life, he wraps an arm around Steve's muscular fucking back and lifts himself forward an inch, maybe not even that, clinging to him, shoving his face against Steve's neck, feeling his pulse thunder through him, and smashing his hand tight against Steve's pecs--his tits--and his own heaving chest.

Just that little bit changes the angle, and suddenly, a squeal is ripped out of Bucky.

He has no choice but to cling tighter, curling his legs around the formidable line of Steve's body, needing him even closer, deeper, tighter, more, shoving them together tip to tail. Christ. His body couldn't be hungrier. He needs. He--

He accidentally shoves his clit tight to Steve's pelvis changing the angle, making the hot, hard line of Steve's body rub harshly against his clit with every thrust into his soaking pussy.

"OH!" Bucky's mouth drops open wide, hardly muffled against the junction between Steve's neck and shoulder. His hold, arms and legs wrapped around Steve's body, is like if he were drowning in shark infested waters and someone threw him a life preserver. It's frantic.

Fervent.

Steve doesn't even have to touch him between his legs anymore. His cock can do all the work. And he's free to plaster the huge, heavy hand, not holding himself up against the small of Bucky's back and keep him there. Keep him tight. Keep him close. Keep, keep--

Keep thrusting.

Bucky is fucking losing it. No. He's lost it. Already.

He's squealing, he's hyperventilating, and he's crying. He's crying not because it's so beautiful and emotional like he might've once assumed losing his virginity would be, hell no, it is beautifully filthy with every wet sound of Steve's cock fucking into him and every cry of pleasure from them both, but, instead, tears are prickling his eyes, hot and pressurized behind his squeezed shut eyelids, because it's so fucking good.

He's crying and he's tipping over the edge with Steve inside him and against him and overwhelming him and he's cumming so hard that he can feel it in his teeth.

It's official: Bucky's imagination doesn't hold a candle to reality.

[average-dilf-enjoyer]

KINKTOBER

Day 5: Virginity + Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), PIV sex, fingering, lots of pet names, insecure reader, pre-outbreak Joel

A/N: Sorry I've been late with writing! I had really busy few days. When I get the time I'm gonna do multiple fics in one day over a couple of days to catch up, just bear with me for a week or so while I get back on schedule

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You didn’t know what the hell you were thinking, letting Joel take you to his place. It was a terrible idea, really. Because you knew you wouldn't be able to stop once you started.

But you let him drag you inside anyways. You let him push you up against the door and kiss you hard and deep, and you nodded when he pulled away to whisper, "Is this okay?" because as much as it terrified you, you fucking needed Joel Miller.

You also didn't protest when Joel brought you to his bedroom, laying you down on his sheets and kissing you over and over again.

"Joel," you whispered against his lips, trying to get his attention. He didn't answer, just kept pressing kisses to your lips. "Joel," you mumbled again. Another kiss. You pressed your hands into his chest, pushing him off you. "Joel."

"Yeah, baby?" he cooed, cupping your face in his hand and swiping his thumb tenderly across your cheekbone.

"I need to tell you something, but you gotta promise not to laugh," you muttered nervously. What if he thought you were weird?

"Can't promise that if I don't know what it is," he said, that gorgeous smile of his on full display. "But I'll try my best, honey." He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the space below your ear. "What's on your mind?"

"Um..." Stupid. It was fucking stupid. Twenty-six years old, and you were still a virgin. The whole thing was so dumb. You'd had boyfriends before Joel, and you easily could have lost your virginity to any of them, but you didn't want to. You were scared, to be honest. Not to say that you weren't still fucking terrified, but you had a feeling Joel would be good to you. "I... damn it."

"Take your time, honey..." Joel murmured, lightly kissing at your neck and rubbing your sides in a soothing motion.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and then blurted it out before you could think about it any more. "I'm a virgin."

Joel immediately lifted his head to look you in the eyes. He could see the fear in them, and he wanted nothing more than to get rid of it. "Oh, honey," he sighed. "You should've told me sooner, I would've taken things slower. We can stop if you want. Don't gotta go any further if you ain't ready."

"No, no, I want to," you assured him. You really did, as much as it scared you. If anyone was going to take your virginity, you wanted it to be Joel.

"You sure, darlin'?" he asked, concerned. "We don't need to do anything toni-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "I want it. I want you," you whispered. "Please, Joel."

Joel groaned, kissing your jaw. "Fuck, honey. Gonna be the death of me, I swear." His hands moved to the hem of your shirt. "Can I take this off?"

You nodded. "Yeah." You'd never done this before, let a man see you like this. And even though you wanted Joel to see, you were still nervous. Insecurity flooded you, suddenly all too aware of each of your flaws.

Joel seemed to sense your nervousness, because he stopped. "You alright there, honey?"

You sighed. "Yeah, just... never done this before, y'know?"

Joel nodded. "You don't gotta be nervous, I gotcha. You just relax."

"Okay," you mumbled. You had to remind yourself that this was Joel. The man that didn't kiss you on the first date out of respect. The man who made time for you even if he had a long day at work. The man who told you how beautiful you were every time he saw you.

"Okay," Joel agreed with a soft smile. "You wanna leave the shirt on, then? Don't gotta show me, but let me tell ya sugar, I'd fuckin' love to see what's hidin' under it."

You shook your head. "No, you- you can, I want you to.”

“Alright. Tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything I do, okay?” he asked as his fingers began pulling your shirt up your lower stomach.

“I will,” you breathed, lifting your arms to help him slide the shirt over your head.

“Good girl,” Joel cooed, his hands moving to your now bare torso, rubbing his hands along the skin. “Shit, you’re gorgeous, honey.”

“Joel…” you giggled, squirming as his hands brushed along your sensitive skin. “That tickles.”

“Oh yeah?” he growled playfully, his hands purposefully tickling you now.

You laughed and smacked his hands away. “Joel!”

“Alright, I’ll stop. But only ‘cause I like ya,” he joked, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Can I take off your bra? Wanna see your beautiful tits.”

“You haven’t seen them yet, how do you know they’re beautiful?” you quipped.

“Because every part of you is beautiful, baby,” Joel whispered, and you just about melted on the spot. He was so sweet, so gentle, so Joel, and you could barely handle it.

“Honey…” you breathed. “Please. I want you to see me. I trust you.” And you did. You trusted him more than you had ever trusted any other man. You trusted him with this precious part of yourself nobody else had ever had the privilege of seeing before. You trusted him to take your virginity.

“I told you, I gotcha. You don’t gotta worry about a thing when you’re in my bed, you got that?” Joel said as he unclasped your bra, gently sliding it off your arms and discarding it on the floor with your shirt.

“I know,” you agreed with a nod of your head. “You got me.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Joel breathed, completely in awe of you. “So fuckin’ perfect. I don’t deserve ya, I really don’t.”

You giggled. “Are you kidding? I don’t deserve you. You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

“Darlin’ you deserve every good thing in this world and then some,” Joel sighed, his hands moving to rest just below your breasts. “Can I..?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes.” You had never wanted so badly for a man to touch you until now. You felt like you would explode if you had to wait even another minute.

His hands gently, tentatively rested over your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your hardened nipples. “So soft…” he murmured, lightly squeezing them. He smiled when you sucked in a sharp breath. “Doin’ okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Feels good.” He was so gentle with you, soft and sweet as his hands kneaded at your chest. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he assured you, moving to kiss at your shoulder. “‘M gonna try somethin’, tell me if it feels good.”

“Okay,” you breathed, waiting for whatever he was planning for you with bated breath. You couldn’t imagine that whatever he was about to do wouldn’t feel good. You were quickly proven right when Joel took one of your nipples between his fingers and lightly pinched it. “Oh, fuck-“

“Good?” He mumbled, his mouth never leaving your skin.

“Very. Do it again,” you insisted, and he huffed a laugh against your shoulder.

“As you wish, darlin’.” One of his hands continued to play with your nipple while the other drifted from your breast to your hip, holding you to him while he toyed with you.

“Shit,” you panted, tingles of pleasure coursing through you. “Joel, oh my God.”

“I had a feelin’ you’d like that,” he whispered, his kisses moving from your shoulder, down, down-

“Fuck!” you yelped when he pulled your other breast into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. “Feels so good, Joel, don’t stop,” you begged, running one hand through his hair while the other grasped at the bedsheets.

And he didn’t. He sucked and licked and touched and didn’t stop for one moment, playing with your body and pulling sounds you didn’t even know you could make from your mouth.

"Wanna see what's under these jeans,” he begged, and you took his hand and guided it to the waistband of your pants.

“Please,” you whispered, sounding almost embarrassingly needy, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry about that when he was touching you like this.

His hands eagerly pulled at the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down along with your panties. He had to have you, he couldn’t fucking wait any longer. “Fuuuck…” he groaned, his eyes drinking you in as you laid completely bare under him. “Gotta taste you, baby. Will ya let me? Let me lick your pretty pussy till you’re comin’ on my face?”

You swore you nearly came right then. “Yes, fuck, whatever you want, honey,” you panted as he kissed down your body, stopping just below your belly button.

“You sure?” he rasped against your skin. One last chance to back out.

“Yes. I need you, please, Joel.” You were desperate, clenching around nothing.

He positioned himself right between your legs, looking directly at your bare heat. "Y'know, I think it's kinda hot that you're a virgin, if ya don't mind me sayin'," Joel mused as his hands grasped your hips, tugging you closer.

"Why?" How could he possibly find that attractive? A whole-ass adult woman who's never been laid? What was hot about that?

"Because, darlin', I get to be the first one to see how beautiful you look when you come, and I get to be the first to touch this pretty pussy," Joel explained, kissing your inner thighs. "Pretty goddamn special, bein' a woman's first."

"Oh," you breathed, lost for words.

"Yeah," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

You gasped, bucking into his touch. “Oh my God,” you whined.

Hearing you whimper like that, Joel had to restrain himself from completely devouring you. ‘Go slow,’ he reminded himself as he licked a stripe up your slit. “Taste like fuckin’ candy, sweetheart,” he groaned, kitten licking at your clit.

You fisted your hand in his hair, lightly tugging on it, and he let out a low grumble of approval. Of course he liked getting his hair pulled.

“Just like that, fuck,” you moaned as he circled your clit with his tongue.

He continued like that, driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy with each passing moment. He ate you like a man starved, his eyes never leaving you as he took in your reactions to what he was doing, learning what you liked best.

"F-fingers. Please," you whimpered, and he obliged without hesitation, sliding his middle finger into you.

His ring finger followed not long after, pumping in and out of you. Oh God, his fingers were so much longer, so much thicker than yours. He started slow as he let you get used to the feeling, but he quickly sped up, relishing in your moans as he crooked his fingers into you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars.

"J-Joel, I'm gonna come," you managed to get out between pants, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Go ahead, honey, I wanna feel it," he groaned, his movements not letting up for even a moment as he brought you closer and closer to your release.

A moment later he had you coming on his tongue just he had promised, licking up your release as your thighs trembled around his head. “Holy shit,” you gasped, affectionately running your hand through his hair as he finally took his mouth off your pussy, instead settling for kissing your inner thighs as you came down from your high.

“Good?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

“Amazing,” you corrected him as you bent forward to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned softly into his mouth as he laid you back, once again climbing on top of you.

"Good to hear," he said gently, running his hand down your body from your chest to your pussy, running a finger through your slick folds. "You gonna let me fuck ya, honey?"

"Yeah." You couldn't wait any longer, any fear you might have felt overwhelmed by lust and need.

He nodded, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer and sliding it over himself. “Okay. You tell me if you need me to stop, you got it?"

"I know. Just... please, Joel."

And, well, how could he resist that?

"Gonna go nice and slow, alright pretty girl?" he mumbled as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't," you assured him, leaning up to kiss him.

He kissed you back sweetly, gently grasping your hips for leverage and slowly pushing the tip of him into you.

You whimpered against his lips at the burn of him stretching you open in a way you never had been before.

"I know, baby," he whispered, peppering your face with kisses. "You're doin' good. Doin' so good, honey."

"Ow," you hissed as he pushed deeper, ever so slowly.

"Need me to stop?" he asked, his eyes not leaving yours as he gauged your response.

You shook your head. "No, just... keep going slow."

“Okay.”

After a minute of pushing slightly into you, stopping when you dared make a noise to check that you were still doing okay, and then moving a little more, he was finally fully sheathed within you. And it felt fucking incredible.

“Oh, Joel…” you moaned. You felt full in a way you never had before, feeling like you could barely breathe as you adjusted to Joel’s cock inside you.

“Pretty girl…” he whispered, brushing his hand across your cheek. “You feel so good. Fit me like a goddamn glove.”

You giggled and leaned up to kiss him, running a hand through his hair. “Move,” you insisted, needing more of him.

He only hummed in response, his lips staying latched onto yours as he pulled out almost entirely and slowly pushed back into you. He just repeated that for a while, letting you get used to it all, and eventually the burn faded. You bucked your hips forward. “More, Joel.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, his thrusts picking up speed as he pulled away from your lips to look you in the eyes.

“Baby,” he gasped, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Tell me, s’it feel good? Am I makin’ my girl feel good?”

“Yes, fuck, don’t stop.”

“I won’t, sugar,” he grunted, pressing deep into you and slowing his pace to a roll of his hips, and it had you seeing stars. “Won’t stop until you’re comin’ all over me.”

Joel held true to his word, never letting up as you writhed and whimpered under him, that familiar knot of pleasure building inside you.

“Joel- fuck, need your fingers.” You were so close. His fingers on your clit would have you coming undone around him in seconds.

He answered with a low groan, his hand reaching down to rub tight circles onto your clit.

“Oh, fuck!” You were nearly shouting now, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your head fell to the side, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Shit, you’re squeezin’ me, honey. You gonna come?”

You nodded eagerly, grasping at his shoulders.

“Look at me, wanna see that pretty face when ya come,” Joel cooed, cupping your face in his hand.

You met his desperate, hungry gaze and that was all you needed to fall over the edge, moaning his name as pleasure overcame you.

He fucked you through it until he couldn’t anymore, seating himself deep inside you as he came a moment later.

You gazed at each other silently as you came down from your highs, sweaty and sated. You stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out of you, discarding the condom in the garbage.

“How’re you feelin’ sweet girl?” Joel finally asked.

“Incredible,” you sighed, your body relaxing into the mattress.

Joel crawled back into bed, leaning in to kiss you. “Glad it was good for you.”

“Of course it was good,” you whispered, running a hand along his chest. “And for the record, you’re amazing at oral,” you added.

He chuckled. “Why, thank you, sugar.”

You were asleep not ten minutes later, and as Joel looked down at your sleeping figure, he felt peace for the first time in years.

[r6s6r]

hear me out

listen i want to make a story about y/n (reader) being a virginity snatcher in the walter household so bad. she’s like coles age and she takes his first (she already wasn’t a virgin) and then goes down the line (obviously avoiding nathan, lee and the babies of the family cause wtf)

shit maybe even jackie cause she fine fine but i can’t stop thinking about her getting to alex last and him fully aware that she had been having sex with all of his brothers and patiently waiting his turn. she saved him for last bc she wants to continue fucking him until he’s learned a few things. i can’t stop thinking about it lmfaooo

[cvntyboylove-666]

I had the craziest wet dream the other night where I was in public with these two older men and my breasts started growing and wouldn't stop. They got so big they burst out of my clothes and my nipples were huge and puffy and pouring out milk and the men with me just grinned at each other then started fondling my massive growing boytits. I begged them to stop but they just ripped the rest of my clothes off and pushed me to the ground and they each started sucking on one of my udders and then they both shoved a finger in my virgin boycunt and both started fingering me at the time. I couldn't even fight them because my tits were so huge. Sadly I woke up before they could shove their cocks in me 🥺

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Sweet Boy

Leo's finally ready to lose his virginity but isn't sure his boyfriends want him, so they prove him wrong the best way they know how.

Warnings: Pure smut, virginity loss, begging, praise kink, breeding kink, some possessiveness, dumbification, subspace, dacryphilia, size kink, some brief dysphoria, brief mentions of self harm, aftercare, Leo is a pre-surgery trans man, probably some other stuff that I'm missing

Word count: 14,044

crossposted on my ao3

Minors dni

If anyone had told Leo that today would be the day he would lose his virginity, he would have laughed in their face.

Of course, he had thought about it, fantasized about it even, wondering what it would be like when he finally let his boyfriends take his virginity. It wouldn't be new to them, Leo knew they were having sex regularly when it was just the two of them alone, not wanting to make Leo uncomfortable but also wanting to take care of each other's needs while they waited. Leo was fine with that, he didn't mind that they didn't wait for him to be ready before getting with each other, he understood. He had almost asked to join them a couple times, but anxiety plagued his mind before he could, and he ultimately decided that he just wasn't ready yet.

At least, he had thought he wasn't ready.

But something had changed over the past few weeks. He wasn't sure what it was, it's not like anything was different between him and his boyfriends. He just thought it was one of those times where he was super horny for no reason, but that it would fade away after a couple days. However, as the weeks went on his feelings didn't change. In fact, they only seemed to get worse. 

He tried to take care of himself on his own, but it wasn't enough, not anymore. Not even when he tried to pretend that his fingers belonged to one of his boyfriend's, who would have been able to reach much farther inside him then he was able to. Any anxiety he had when thinking about sex previously had seemingly dissipated. His fingers weren't cutting it anymore, he needed his boyfriend's. He needed to feel them inside of him, needed them to dick him down until he was too tired to cum anymore, needed them to touch him, grab him, anything to relieve him of his pent up desires. 

But he had no clue how to bring up his little problem to them without feeling extremely awkward, so he kept it to himself, either waiting for an opportunity to present itself, or waiting for his constant lust to die down a little.

It had been a regular date night with his boyfriends. The trio had gone out to eat, and as usual, Rain was extremely touchy, draping himself over both Leo and Micah whenever he got the chance. Normally Leo enjoyed his affections, but now, every single touch, no matter how slight, was igniting a fire in his gut. The flame intensified when Micah grabbed Leo's hand on the way out of the restaurant, his warm palm practically searing Leo's skin. It certainly didn't help that Micah's hand's were much bigger than his own, leaving the poor, flustered man to imagine what it would feel like to have them run down his exposed skin. He tried to ignore the heat building in his stomach (and his face), but the more his boyfriends brushed against him, the more his mind began to wander...

"Dude, you doing alright? You're spacing out again!"

"Hmm?" Leo quickly turned his head as Rain's voice broke him out of his lewd thoughts, embarrassed. "Sorry, what did you say?" He hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt.

"I didn't say anything, but you're staring at the wall again. Seriously, are you ok? You're more quiet than you usually are." Rain inquired, sitting up a little on Leo's bed. He gently grabbed Leo's hand, rubbing it in what was meant to be a supportive manner, but all it did was make Leo want to scream in frustration. He had hoped that arriving back at his apartment meant he could try to take care of himself without bothering his partners, but that went out the window when Rain had asked if they could stay the night.

So now they were here, snuggled up in Leo's bed, and he had never felt more desperate and pent up in his life. Of course tonight would be the night they stayed over, of course it was! God, he wanted to yell, but he couldn't, so he suffered in silence. "I'm fine, just got a lot on my mind. Sorry for staring off." He replied sheepishly, internally kicking himself for how unconvincing he sounded.

Micah hummed from behind Leo, his chest pressed against Leo's back. "Anything worth sharing?" His fingers wove their way between the short, wavy strands of hair on Leo's head, a motion that both soothed and annoyed Leo further. 

"Not really," he mumbled, still too nervous to admit to his boyfriends what was on his mind. What if he told them and they weren't in the mood? He would have made things awkward for the rest of the night, they might even leave if they were uncomfortable enough. He hated the idea of upsetting the men he loved most, so he opted to stay silent. Feeling defeated, he laid his head back on Micah's chest, trying his hardest to forget his horniness.

Leo could feel the bed shift next to him, reopening his eyes when he felt Rain's bony hand drag him back up into a sitting position. Before he could question what he was doing, Rain grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss right on his lips, coming back up and grinning widely at the stunned look on Leo's face. "You're always thinking," he sighed, his tone almost whiny. "Don't you ever get a break?" His face suddenly shifted into an expression of concern. "Is your anxiety acting up again? I thought your meds were working?"

Leo could feel Micah stiffening up a little behind him, also concerned. He hesitated, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to tell them about his...issue. "Yeah, a little bit." He admitted, looking down at his hands. "But I'm fine, I promise! It's not too bad, I can deal with it. Don't worry about it, please." The longer Rain gazed at him, the hotter he felt his face become. 

Rain seemed unconvinced, but didn't question him any further. Instead, he softly nudged Leo's chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Do you need a distraction?" he breathed, his lips barely hovering over Leo's. 

Leo paused. This was a dangerous path, especially with how lustful he was feeling currently, but he desperately wanted to feel some sort of closeness to his partner's, even if it wasn't exactly what he needed. Deciding he was willing to risk even more bothered later, he whispered out a soft "please," his eyes betraying how needy he was.

Rain pressed his lips back onto Leo's, slowly moving his lips against his boyfriend's before becoming more desperate, his tongue eagerly swiping against Leo's bottom lip. Leo obliged, opening his mouth enough for Rain to slip his tongue in and deepen the kiss. 

A small huff of surprise left Leo's mouth when he felt Micah attach his lips the the sensitive skin on his neck, lightly sucking on one spot before pulling back to admire the mark he'd made. After a second had passed, he reattached his lips, sucking hickeys and bruises into Leo's skin.

Leo had to hold himself back from moaning and whining. Sure, this wasn't the first time he'd been marked up (both of his boyfriend's could get pretty possessive when they wanted to), but he was never this needy, and it never went any further than that. He wished it would though, he could feel his arousal growing with every second. Some distraction. But any composure he had left the second Micah's hands wandered down to his stomach, lifting his shirt enough so they could slip underneath and press down on the exposed skin. The feeling of Micah's large hands enveloping his stomach, the pressure, it was all too much...

Before he could catch himself, a lewd whine left Leo's lips, loud enough for all three of them to hear. Both Micah and Rain stopped what they were doing almost immediately, Rain pulling away slightly so he could look at Leo's face. Leo quickly snapped his mouth shut, hoping to possibly play off what just happened, but he couldn't hide how he was feeling anymore. His face was flushed red, his eyes half-lidded with obvious lust as he panted, trying to catch his breath while actively avoiding looking Rain in the eye.

"Holy shit." Micah said, embarrassing Leo even further. He was glad that at the very least Micah couldn't see his face, he didn't know what he would do if both of his boyfriends saw how pathetic he was.

"Babe." Rain said softly, trying to catch Leo's eye. "Baby look at me." 

Slowly, as if afraid of what he would find, Leo looked up at Rain, shame and embarrassment shining in his eyes. He ruined it. He made them uncomfortable, he knew he did. He couldn't keep his stupid noises to himself, and now they were going to leave.

"Baby, do you... do you want to go a little further than we normally do?" Rain gently asked, trying to rest his palm on the side of Leo's face. Leo turned his head, too ashamed to continue looking at his partner.

Embarrassment flooded through him at the question, although he wasn't sure why. He wanted this so badly, why were his nerves suddenly catching up to him now? I mean, he was still worried that Micah and Rain didn't want to do anything and that he had just made everyone feel awkward, but other than that, what did he have to feel shameful for? 

"Yeah." Leo finally answered after a moment, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I do. That's why I've been spacing out all day. It's been one my mind for weeks, but I didn't know how to bring it up, and I didn't want to make either of you uncomfortable if you weren't in the mood or if you didn't want to do anything with me at all, and-"

"Hey, hold on!" Rain interrupted, both worried and offended. "Who said we don't want to have sex with you?" Rain turned Leo's face back towards him, but he still refused to make eye contact. "Sweetheart?"

A couple beats of silence passed before Micah spoke up, knowing full well Leo had no intention of answering. "Leo, you're one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen. Why wouldn't we want to be with you like that? " 

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt as he searched for an answer. "I don't know... I just don't think I'm attractive in that way I guess. I don't think I'm... hot enough, at least, not the way you two are. Plus, you both have experience with this and I don't. What if... what if I'm bad at this? What if I can't make you feel good? I don't want to disappoint you, but I also don't know what I'm doing." 

"Oh baby," Micah sighed out, grabbing the hand Leo was fiddling with and holding in comfortingly. "You have no idea how attractive you are, do you?" He made eye contact with Rain, who looked just as bewildered as Micah felt. Did Leo not know how much they had wanted this? How often they talk about how much they wished their third would join them? Did he never suspect that both of them often jerked off to the thought of him, pretending that their hand (or the others hand) was his mouth, his hand, his cunt? Man, they really had failed at showing him just how wanted he was. 

Leo shook his head, skeptical of Micah's words. Nobody had ever wanted him before, why would that have changed? He wanted to tell his partners this, but Rain leaned forward once again, snatching Leo's hand and pressing it against his clothed crotch. To Leo's surprise, he felt a rather large bulge poking against his hand, and was even more surprised when Rain let out a small "mmph" noise at the contact.

"Oh yeah?" Rain huffed against Leo's lips, a challenge in his voice. "You aren't sexually attractive? Then tell me sweet boy, how'd this happen?" He rubbed Leo's hand up and down the outline of his hard dick, his breathing heavy. "You have no idea how arousing you are sometimes, it's kinda cute how you haven't realized that yet. We've wanted you so badly for so long, we just never told you in detail because we didn't want you to feel pressured into doing anything." He removed Leo's hand from his crotch and grabbed his face, looking him dead in the eye. "I'm gonna ask you again, and this time, I don't want you to worry about your experience, or how you think you look. Do you want to have sex with us, right now?" 

Leo swallowed, his face and core burning hot. He couldn't believe this was happening, he couldn't believe how enthusiastic his boyfriends were. "Yes. Please, I want this more than anything else."  A shaky breath left his lips, no longer trying to hide his need.

Rain smirked, his eyes half closed as he leaned closer to Leo's face. "Good boy." he whispered, before pressing his lips back onto Leo's. Micah took that as his cue to reattach himself to Leo's neck, sucking much more vigorously than he had before. Leo and Rain continued to kiss until Leo pulled away, a trail of saliva briefly connecting the two while they both gasped for air.

Micah continued marking up Leo's neck, only separating when Rain slowly pulled the smaller man's shirt over his head, leaving his stomach exposed and his chest covered with only a binder.

Leo's nervousness began to catch up to him now that he was semi-exposed, but it slowly dissipated as Rain brought his lips to his bare stomach, leaving a trail of kisses from his tummy to the faint scars littering his torso to his still-clothed chest, then to his throat and finally to his lips. Leo had to stop himself from moaning into Rain's lips as his cold hands began to travel their way up to his chest.

"Can I..." Rain trailed off, tugging at the edge of Leo's binder. Leo hesitated for a moment, but a particularly harsh suck on his neck from Micah had him enthusiastically nodding his head.

Slowly, his binder was lifted off of him and over his head, the cold air immediately hitting his hardened nipples. Rain stopped and stared down at Leo's chest for a couple of seconds, but those seconds might as well have been minutes for the nervous man as he fought the urge to cover his chest with his arms.

All of Leo's insecurities came flooding back to him at that moment. What if his boyfriend's stopped seeing him as a man after this? Sure, they knew he was trans, and yeah, he still had some feminine features that he felt impacted his ability to pass, but this was different. They had never seen his body before. Maybe this would change how they saw him, now that they could actually see how different his body was from theirs. What if they were disgusted with him now that they know what he looks like? They would leave him for sure, especially since Rain is gay, he wouldn't want to be with someone who has this body, any moment now they would get up and leave-

A sudden warmth on Leo's chest pulled him away from his thoughts, but before he could look down, Rain smashed his lips onto Leo's, bringing him into a heated kiss. 

Rain squeezed Leo's tits before moving his thumbs to rest on top of his boyfriend's nipples, rubbing them in a steady circular motion as he continued to make out with his lover. A smirk formed on his face as Leo let out an involuntary moan into his mouth, the shorter man arching his back and pushing his chest even further into Rain's hands.

Eventually, the pair broke apart, Leo panting as they separated.

Rain removed his hands from his boyfriend's chest and placed them on the either side of his face, Leo immediately melting into the gentle touch. At some point, Leo realized Micah's arms had wrapped around his stomach, keeping him pressed firmly to his other boyfriend's body while he and Rain had their moment.

Leo looked back at the black haired boy in front of him, who had the most lovesick expression plastered on his face.

"You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen." Rain said, adoration dripping from his voice. Leo felt tears spring to his eyes as an uncontrollable smile crossed his face at his boyfriend's words. 

The sound of a voice clearing made both boys turn to look at Micah, a look of mock offense plastered across his face as he glared at Rain.

"Excuse me, what about me?" he said, putting on a haughty voice.

Rain rolled his eyes and smacked his ginger boyfriend on the arm. "Ok, ok, you're both the most beautiful boys I've ever seen, is that good enough for you?" He mocked.

Micah nodded, drawing Leo closer to his chest. "Much better." He affirmed. 

Rain turned back to his brunette boyfriend and pressed their foreheads together, both basking in the physical touch. Before Rain pulled away, he kissed Leo quickly and smiled at him.

"Thank you for trusting us enough to see you like this." He whispered.

Leo said nothing, only smiling as he squeezed Rain's hand.

Micah, who had been watching his lover's up to this point, turned Leo's attention to him as he grabbed his boyfriend's chin and brought him into a slow but passionate kiss. His tongue swiped Leo's lip, causing the man to open his mouth enough to let Micah deepen the kiss. His hands found their way up to Leo's cheeks, gently cupping them as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around his neck.

Using the distraction to his advantage, Rain lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one of Leo's nipples and lightly sucked on it, gauging his reaction. He took his boyfriend's muffled moan as a sign to continue, and he began to suck and bite at one of Leo's breasts while rubbing and squeezing the other.

Both of Leo's boyfriend's thrived off of the muffled whines and moans their partner was letting out from Rain's motions, motivating the slender man to thrust his hips into Leo's as he played with his chest, drawing an even louder groan from the boy. He continued to grind their hips together, Leo steadily copying his movements, as he let out a hum against his lover's chest, which only seemed to stimulate the topless man more.

Rain vigorously continued his movements for a while, but suddenly pulled away from his partner's body when the noise's coming from Leo became more desperate and the grinding motions of his hips more erratic. Leo let out a frustrated groan from the loss of stimulation, his impending orgasm fading away, but Rain shushed him, grabbing his chin and turning the smaller boy's face away from Micah.

"Shhh baby, I promise we'll make you cum as many times as you want, but not yet. We don't want to tire you out too quickly." Rain soothed. "We still need to get you ready to take us."

As he spoke, Rain placed his fingers in between Leo's stomach and the waistband of his pants, looking up at the flustered man for permission. Leo nodded desperately, and Rain wasted no time unbuttoning and unzipping his lover's black jeans, throwing them to the floor and leaving Leo in nothing but his boxers. 

Rain couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face when he saw the sizable wet patch staining the front of Leo's boxer's. He ran a finger over the damp area, feeling the slight jump of Leo's hips as he did so. 

"Damn babe, we haven't even touched you down here yet and you're this wet?" Rain's smile only grew as he watched Leo's face turn about fifty shades of red, the embarrassed boy hiding his face behind his hands. "I can't wait to see how wet you are without anything covering you." 

"Shut up." Leo stuttered out, his reply muffled by his hands. Rain chuckled, once again grabbing the waistband of his boyfriend's remaining clothes. His impatience got the better of him, and without any warning he yanked the boxers down Leo's legs, exposing him to the cold air.

"Woah." Rain said, looking down at Leo's lower half in wonder. Leo didn't expect that reaction, but before he could as if it was a good "woah" or a bad "woah", Rain got on his knees and brought his fingers to the man's glistening pussy, looking at it with interest. He spread the lips of Leo's cunt apart with his fingers, but he didn't make any other moves. He simply sat there, looking curiously at it, slowly feeling his way around the organ.

Leo, for the second time, opened his mouth to ask Rain what he was doing, but was again cut off by the curious man poking his clitoris, drawing a surprised gasp from his mouth.

Rain smiled. "Found the clit." He said smugly, proud of himself and the reaction he caused.

"Dude, what the actual fuck are you doing?" Micah asked the kneeling man, completely bewildered and trying not to laugh at what was going on. Leo had to agree, it was almost like he was getting inspected rather than having sex. 

I'm trying to figure that out, I've never seen one of these before! Give me some grace dude." Rain replied, continuing his staring contest with Leo's vagina, Micah's question not slowing his exploration of the foreign organ. 

Micah let out a loud snort, which he tried to stifle upon receiving a glare from the uncomfortable man leaning on his chest. Leo looked back down at Rain and swiftly closed his legs, smacking his thighs together and trapping Rain's hand where it was. 

"Hey!" Rain yelped, surprised. "What was that for?"

"One of these?" Leo mocked his words, making air quotes with his fingers. His voice dripped with fake anger and amusement. "You're staring my genital's dead in the face and you're calling it 'one of these'? And stop poking me!"

Leo opened his legs again and Rain drew his hand back, a look of offense plastered on his face. "Sorry! But what was I supposed to say? Ah yes, what a fine pussy you have here, let me just part these lips real quick so I can see what's going on-"

Rain was cut off by Leo's foot colliding with his chest, soft enough to not hurt but hard enough to shut him up. Micah was full on giggling at this point, his shoulders shaking as he tried to quiet himself in hopes of sparing himself from Leo's wrath. Rain was also laughing, and Leo had to cover his mouth to block the other two from seeing his smile, still trying to seem annoyed.

The smaller boy felt the warmth of Micah's body leave him as his long-haired boyfriend began to stand up, moving Leo off of him as he stood and removed his shirt off of his body. 

Leo couldn't help but stare. The larger man's torso and arms were muscular, not as defined as a complete gym nut's muscles would be, but it was still pretty noticeable. His chest was spangled with well-trimmed orange hairs, and looking down, Leo could see longer hairs forming a happy trail down Micah's stomach. He could feel saliva flooding his mouth the second he laid eyes on it. Micah's long, wavy hair fell onto his bare back, still in the low ponytail he was wearing earlier, and Leo briefly wondered how he had managed to get with someone this beautiful.

You're staring." Rain teased, breaking Leo out of his thoughts. He was met with another soft kick to the chest, causing the man to let out another small laugh.

"Swap places with me." Micah ordered, walking to the foot of the bed and helping Rain up. The black-haired man went to protest, but Micah cut him off. "Let me do this, you clearly have no idea what you're doing. I do."

Rain grumbled, but walked over to the side of the bed and sat down, slotting himself behind Leo's back and pulling him into his clothed chest. Rain leaned back, bringing Leo with him, until they were both lying against the headboard. Leo could feel his boyfriend's bulge on the small of his back, and he resisted the urge to wiggle around solely to tease the lanky boy.

Micah knelt down on the carpet in front of the bed, leaning his upper half onto the bed and pulling Leo down enough so he could reach his crotch. He began kissing up Leo's legs, sucking on the skin of his thighs as he made his way up. 

"Open up these legs for me my love." Micah requested, continuing to work his way up Leo's thighs. The term of endearment sent a wave of warmth through Leo's stomach as he spread his legs, allowing Micah to see all of him for the first time.

"Oh fuck baby." Micah whispered, his blue eyes flicking up to meet Leo's. "You're so fucking beautiful. I can't wait to taste you."

With that said, the orange-haired boy left one last kiss on Leo's thigh before diving into his pussy.

He licked a stripe up his lover's slit, his nose bumping into Leo's clit as he began to tongue fuck his partner. He went slow at first, leaving little kitten licks to his boyfriend's hole and clit while studying the man's reactions, trying to figure out what felt the best.

It certainly felt good to Leo, his heavy breaths and little sighs made that clear, but it wasn't enough for him. He needed more. The stimulation he was getting wasn't nearly enough.

Micah sensed his boyfriend's need and became more aggressive, flattening his tongue on Leo's nub firmly before flicking the muscle upwards as his mouth closed around the bundle of nerves, sucking harshly on his clit and repeating the process. 

This seemed to do the trick, as Leo's moans became more pronounced, his thighs instantly widening a bit to give the larger man more access. Micah grabbed his partner's hips as Leo began to thrust them towards his mouth, holding the man steady as he continued to make out with his lover's cunt. 

Micah could feel his cock growing painfully hard with every twitch and moan his boyfriend made, letting out a low groan when Leo's hips continued bucking up desperately into his mouth despite the hold he had on them. 

"Oh fuck!" Leo whined, the vibrations of his lover's voice sending waves of pleasure through him. "Keep doing that, God you feel so good!"

Micah, ever the pleaser, indulged his boyfriend, encouraged by the reaction he was causing. His own small groans and hums of arousal joined Leo's, almost drowning out the obscene slurping noises he was making. 

Leo threw his head back onto Rain's shoulder, his hands making claw-like shapes as they searched desperately for anything to grab onto, anything to ground the overwhelmed man. Rain took notice of this and grabbed one of them, holding it firmly, and moved the other one so it rested on Micah's head. As needy as Leo was, he hesitated to grab his boyfriend's hair, so Rain rested his fingers on top of Leo’s and curled them into the orange strands himself.

"You won't hurt him, I promise." Rain reassured, moving his head so it leaned against Leo's. "In fact, he's into having his hair pulled a little. It tells him how good he's making you feel."

Micah let out an approving hum into Leo's cunt, causing the boy to tug his orange locks gently in pleasure.

A small groan next to his head pulled Leo enough out of the pleasure-filled haze in his brain to become more aware of what was going on around him, and he noticed that it was more than just his own muscles making his hips move upwards. 

"Mm sorry." Rain huffed out, his pupils blown out wide with lust as his half-lidded eyes gazed at Leo's face. "I couldn't help it, you two look so hot right now, it was driving me crazy." He continued to hump Leo's lower back as he spoke, causing the smaller boy's hips to jump slightly with each thrust. 

Leo's attention was quickly brought back to the boy between his legs as he felt Micah's tongue slip into his slick hole, his orgasm slowly building up in his stomach. He continued to ride the man's tongue, making sure to move his hips so that his ass bumped against Rain's clothed bulge, causing the pale man behind him to let out breathy grunts each time they made contact.

Rain's grunts turned to needy whine's his hips bucking furiously into Leo's ass, and he pressed his cheek against Leo's in an attempt to gain more physical contact. He wrapped his free arm around Leo's shoulder and held the man to him tightly, wanting to be as close to his lover as possible.

Leo reveled in the physical touch, slumping even more into his lover's embrace as the pleasure began to overwhelm him. It was comforting to have someone hold him while he was this vulnerable, it gave him a sense of safety and love to know someone was there, caring for him when he was this exposed. Not to mention how much it turned him on that they were both losing themselves to pleasure together.

"I need you so badly." The lanky man grunted, chest heaving with the effort of his movements . "But this'll work in the meantime." He groaned again. "Shit, keep moving your hips, just like that baby..."

Leo's orgasm was approaching quickly now, his thrusting becoming more erratic and his whines becoming higher in pitch. Micah picked up on this and began sucking more rapidly, removing his tongue from his boyfriend's hole and instead using it to rub circles on his boyfriend's swollen clit. Leo's whole body tensed up at the motion, a clear indicator of what was coming.

"Fuck Micah, I think I'm gonna cum..." Leo's shaky voice trailed off as his orgasm hit him, his body clenching up as sheer pleasure washed over him. Micah stuck his tongue back in Leo's hole right as the boy's climax peaked, letting out a low moan when his boyfriend's hole pulsed around the slippery muscle, sticky liquid beginning to cling to his mouth. Leo gripped Rain's hand tighter as he rode out his high, the taller boy gripping him tightly while continuing to buck his hips into the smaller boy's ass. 

Leo closed his eyes as he rode out his orgasm, clinging to the comforting warmth Rain radiated as he waited for the intense pleasure he was experiencing to die down. Once he felt his body calm it’s twitching a bit, he reopened his eyes, breathing heavily as he took a second to recover.

That second however, was cut short by Micah once again lapping at Leo's folds, making the limp man gasp from the overstimulation.

"Shit, it's too much..." Leo slurred, the overstimulation making his legs twitch again. Micah didn't stop however, continuing to run his tongue over Leo's hole for a couple more seconds before leaning back on his knees and licking his lips, his chin and mouth covered in Leo's sticky cum.

"You taste so good when you cum, my love." Micah's voice had lowered with lust, and a pang of need shot through Leo at the sound. "I just wanted to clean you up a bit, there's gonna be enough of a mess as is later."

Micah wiped the slick off of his mouth with the back of his hand, and then crawled up to where Leo was resting against Rain. He grabbed the tired boy's face, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, pulling away after a moment and smiling down at him.

Micah was about to say something more but before he could, Rain let out a loud whimper from beside Leo, his hips finally stilling as he clung to the boy on his lap, letting out labored breaths. 

Both boy's watched Rain as he came down from his own high, His head still leaning on Leo's. The shorter boy squeezed Rain's hand as he panted, kissing him on the cheek and stroking his black hair with his free hand. Micah leaned forward again and pressed his lips to the trembling man's forehead, staying like that until he'd calmed down enough to open his dark eyes and raise his head.

"You couldn't wait a little longer to get off?" Micah teased, a fond smile playing on his lips.

Rain smirked and shook his head. "Nope. You two got me all hot and bothered. You should have heard yourselves." He turned his head to look at Leo, kissing his forehead affectionately. "Especially you, sweet boy."

Leo's face erupted into red at Rain's words, embarrassment flooding his brain. "Was I that loud?"

"Mmmm a little bit, but that's a good thing. I love your little noises, can't believe I survived without hearing them before." Rain hummed, resting his chin on the brunette's head.

Micah looked back at the smaller man, who was still slumped against Rain, but otherwise, seemed to have recovered from his previous orgasm. :How are you feeling?" He asked softly, resting his hand on Leo's cheek.

"I'm ok. I feel good...really good actually." Leo laughed, leaning into the touch. "You felt amazing, how many times have you done this?"

Micah chuckled. "A couple of times, but I've never cared for any of those people as much as I care for you two." 

Leo looked down Micah's body and noticed the massive bulge in his pants, suddenly feeling a little guilty. He and Rain had both cum at least once each, but Micah, who had spent most of their time together pleasuring Leo, still remained untouched. 

"Do you... do you want me to help you with that?" Leo swallowed, still looking down at Micah's clothed crotch. He's never given head before, and he was a little nervous about choking or not doing it right, but hey, he had to learn sometime right? Besides, it's not like he didn't want to. He desperately wanted to make Micah feel good, and thought of being able to taste him made his mouth water and his stomach flip with desire.

"Hmm? Oh, don't worry about it, It'll get taken care of eventually." Micah replied, seemingly unbothered by how hard he was.

Leo blinked in surprise. "Really? But you ate me out, don't you want me to return the favor?"

Micah smiled lovely, stroking Leo's cheek with his thumb. "Trust me sweet thing, I would love to feel your lips around my cock, but what I want more than that is to make you feel better than you ever have, especially during your first time. Today's about you, we can focus on me another time, ok?"

"Besides..." His eyes darkened with lust, his voice dropping once again. "I don't know how much longer I can wait to make you mine. I need to be inside you so bad it hurts. The less detours we take, the better."

Heat pooled in Leo's stomach at Micah's possessive words, and he nodded frantically, just as desperate to have his boyfriend inside of him. "Please, I need you so bad." He whispered, looking up into Micah's eyes.

Micah smiled, pulling away from Leo. He sat up on his knees and signaled Rain to sit up a bit, pulling Leo up with him. "Not quite yet love, I still need to get you ready to take me, it's gonna hurt if I don't." 

Leo sighed in frustration, but Micah just shushed him gently, spreading his needy boyfriend's legs apart once again.

Rain snickered from behind Leo, once again leaning his head on the other man's. "He's right baby, you gotta be a little patient. Micah's not exactly small."

"That's rich coming from you." Leo muttered, but before he could say anything else, he felt a long, thick finger enter him, sliding in easily thanks to how wet he was. A yelp of surprise left his throat.

Micah curled his index finger inside Leo, feeling around. "Shit baby, you're so tight." He paused a second, still feeling around. "...And wet. But not wet enough." 

The palm of Micah's hand pressed against Leo's swollen clit, steadying the man's hand as he readied himself. "I'm gonna stretch you out a little bit, ok? Let me know if anything hurts." Leo nodded in conformation, and Micah began thrusting his finger in and out of his partner, slowly at first, but gradually becoming faster.

It felt a little strange to Leo at first, he wasn't used to anything being in him, but it didn't hurt either. Eventually, it started feeling good to the boy, but it wasn't enough just yet.

After a couple of seconds, Micah slowly inserted another finger, slowly thrusting the two experimentally. This was a tighter fit, and Leo wasn't even sure he'd be able to take another finger after this. He let out a low noise as Micah began carefully spreading his digits apart, spreading the small ring of muscle inside of Leo so much so that he was afraid something would snap.

But nothing did, and eventually the uncomfortableness turned to pleasure, more intense than before. He could feel himself loosening up a little bit, and so could Micah, because a third finger soon joined the other two.

Leo arched his back in pleasure, his walls stretching to accommodate the new appendage. Micah continued to thrust his fingers in and out, occasionally spreading them a bit to make more room. He ground his palm further into Leo's clit, keeping a steady pressure on it.

"That's it, my love." Micah softly said, eyes focused on the mess Leo was making on his fingers. "You're doing so well, just a little bit more ok?' 

Leo felt the praise go straight to his crotch, more clear liquid beginning to drip down Micah's fingers.

Eventually, Leo felt another orgasm build up in his stomach, and he came with a groan, leaning on Rain for support as he rode Micah's finger's. This orgasm wasn't as intense as the first, but it still took a moment for him to recover, legs shaking as Micah pulled his fingers out of him, leaving him empty.

A whine left the trembling man's throat, but Micah shushed him, sucking Leo's spend right off his fingers.

"Shhh baby boy, You're not gonna be empty for long, I promise." Micah reassured his lover, standing up. "I think you're ready now."

Micah stood up off the bed and began removing his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers. Leo noticed there was already a small stain of what he assumed to be pre-cum on the front of them. Micah slowly lowered the last remaining piece of clothing off of himself, his dick finally springing free from its confines.

Leo could feel a rush of saliva coat his mouth as he stared in awe at his boyfriend's dick. Micah's cock stood proud against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip, threatening to spill down the side. It was a lot bigger than Leo imagined it would be, standing at what he believed was a solid 8-9 inches, he wasn't really sure. He figured that Micah would be big, I mean the man was a foot taller than Leo for fuck's sake, but good lord, he was massive. It was the same color as the rest of Micah's skin except for a pale blue vein that ran up the side and the tip, which was a dark pink color, probably a darker shade than normal because of how hard he was. His pubes were as neatly trimmed as the hairs on his chest, maybe a little longer but certainly not un-groomed. Micah's balls hung heavy underneath his shaft, also neatly groomed.

"You're staring again." Rain teased, using his hand to close Leo's slightly open mouth. The shorter boy felt his voice die in his throat as he continued to stare, trying to fathom how that was going to fit inside him. 

"You ok love?" Micah's concerned voice broke the nervous man out of his thoughts. Leo realized his silence was probably extremely off putting to the now fully naked man, who was waiting for him to say something.

"I don't know how you're going to fit inside of me." He breathed, still in shock at what he was seeing. 

Micah laughed at his boyfriend's dumbfounded face, smiling gently. "I promise it'll fit, we just have to go slow, ok? It's gonna be fine, I promise."

"I can confirm." Rain chimed in, smirking to himself. "I had the same reaction but I took it just fine! Still do." 

"Not helpful Rain." Micah sighed, giving the lanky boy a disapproving glance before looking back at his nervous boyfriend. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's thigh. "Do you still want to do this?"

As nervous as Leo was, he couldn't deny how turned on the sight of Micah's dick made him. He needed his lover inside of him, the consequences be damned. "Yes." He said, his voice steady. "I want this so badly, please fuck me."

"Good." Micah grabbed his lover's body off of Rain and laid him down next to their pale boyfriend, so that he was lying flat on his back. Rain took the hint and scooted to the side to give the two more room.

Micah crawled over Leo's smaller body, holding himself up by his arms as he lined the tip of his dick up with Leo's dripping entrance. "Are you 100% sure you want to do this? I'll stop at any point if you need me to, but I need you to be sure this is what you want." Micah spoke, concern and need evident in his voice.

Leo smiled up at the worried boy and nodded. "I'm sure. I want you, I want to do this with you, and with Rain. I trust and love you so much, there's no one I'd rather have with me right now than you two. Please, I need you so badly baby, I need you in me right now."

"Just... be gentle. Please." Leo trailed off, mentally preparing himself for what to come.

"Of course my love, I'll be as gentle as possible." Micah reassured him, bracing his hips and bumping his tip with Leo's hole. He grabbed one of Leo's hands and held it, a silent comfort in case there was any pain. "You ready?"

Leo nodded, gripping Micah's hand for dear life. The boy above him gave him a comforting smile, and began slowly pushing himself into his boyfriend.

Leo sucked in a breath and let out a whimper of pain. It hurt. The stretch was too much, each inch felt like it was splitting him in half.

"Fuck Micah, it hurts, it hurts -" Leo cried, tears forming in his eyes as he squeezed his partner's hand tightly enough to sting. Micah immediately halted his movements, leaning down to press his forehead against the pained boy's head.

"It's ok little one, I'm almost in. You're doing so well, just a little bit more, ok?" Micah comforted softly, doing his best not to move.

Leo gave a stiff nod, and Micah resumed his movements, gradually easing himself in until he bottomed out with a low groan. 

The pair remained still for a couple of minutes, Micah and Rain both whispering praises into Leo's ear while he adjusted to the new feeling. Leo's pants slowed as he got used to the stretch, the pain beginning to die down, replaced by the feeling of utter fullness he had never experienced before. 

"Relax sweet thing, We've got you." Rain purred, rubbing soothing circles on Leo's hip. He shifted his gaze to the tense man's stomach and groaned. "Oh shit, Micah look down!"

Leo slowly raised his head to look at what Rain was so enthralled with. At first he didn't notice anything different, but he felt himself clench up when his eyes fell on the small bulge in his stomach where Micah's cock was resting. The boy above him must have noticed it too, because his eyes were fixated on his tummy, pupils completely blown out with lust.

Leo felt comfortable enough to wiggle his hips a bit, desperate for his boyfriend to start moving. Micah let out a surprised grunt, moving his eyes to Leo' face, looking for any signs of pain. He found none, but continued staying still, waiting until Leo let out a noise of frustration.

"Use your words, baby." Micah gently teased, still refusing to move. "What is it you need from me?" 

"Move." Leo whined, what little self control he had slipping through his fingers. "Please move!"

 "Of course, my love." Micah smiled, reveling in how submissive his boyfriend had gotten. "Gonna make you feel so good, you'll be feeling me inside you for days."

With that, Micah gave a shallow thrust into Leo, making sure that the boy was completely ready for him. Leo let out a moan of pleasure, so the orange-haired boy continued to slowly thrust in and out of Leo, pulling out a little more each time until he was almost completely out before shoving himself back into his boyfriend's welcoming cunt. 

Micah let out his own low moans as he continued his motions, completely enthralled by the way his boyfriend's pussy was sucking him in. It was almost hard to pull out, Leo's tight hole was squeezing around him like a vice.

"Fuck-fuck you feel so g-good!" Leo whined as his lover slipped in and out of him. He had never felt this good before, no amount of masturbating could have prepared him for how amazing it felt to be fucked for real. Micah felt so big inside him, a feeling supported by the sight of his belly's bulge appearing and disappearing with each thrust. Overwhelmed, the smaller boy reached around his lover's neck, pulling him down until he could hug the man's back while stuffing his face into his shoulder.

"Need you-need to feel you!" he cried. He desperately wanted to feel Micah, not just in him but around him, surrounding his body until the only thing keeping him grounded was the feeling of his boyfriends warm, slick skin against his own. The muscular boy above him obliged, wrapping his arms around Leo until the two were pressed firmly together, the smaller man's whines and whimpers muffled by his boyfriend's shoulder.

"It's ok sweetheart, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere." Micah cooed into the boy's ear as he continued fucking him, the new position allowing him to press even further into his man's warm walls. "You feel amazing, I never wanna leave you empty again. Gonna fuck you so well you won't be able to speak." His pace quickened, making sure to be as gentle as possible while increasing his boyfriend's pleasure.

Leo nearly screamed as the tip of Micah's dick hit his g-spot, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he tugged on Micah's hair, hooking his fingers around the man's hair tie and freeing the orange locks from where they were held. Micah let out a grunt at the slight pain, but soon forgot about it as Leo's hole pulsed around him. He continued to bully the soft bundle of nerves with his dick, bringing Leo closer to his orgasm faster than the smaller man thought it would come.

While his boyfriend's were distracted, Rain slipped off his shirt, his pants and soiled boxers quick to follow. He was noticeably hard again, but nobody would blame him if they could see the lewd sight in front of him. Horny and desperate to feel any sort of relief, the lanky boy grabbed his shaft and started pumping it, steadily at first, but quickly increasing his speed as his need got the better of him. His own moans joined the two boys beside him, the noises becoming loud enough to pull Micah's gaze away from their boyfriend and on to him. Rain sent him a teasing smile and closed his eyes, making a real show of jerking himself off. Just because he wasn't a part of the main event doesn't mean he couldn't still entertain.

Micah's focus was brought back to the man underneath him when he felt Leo shift his hips, allowing him to hit impossibly deeper and ripping another moan from his throat. "Shit, you're so tight my love, making me feel so good. You're doing so well for me baby boy." 

Leo unconsciously clenched even tighter around Micah at his words, A small whimper of happiness escaping his lips as his chest lit up with the praise. He was doing that. All the noises coming out of his boyfriend's mouth, all the pleasure Micah was feeling, that was because of him . A desperate need to please settled over Leo, he would do anything Micah asked if that's what it took to make his boyfriend cum. 

Micah noticed Leo's reaction, an affectionate smile showing on his face. "Oh you liked that hm? You like when I tell you how good you're doing? How amazing you feel, sucking me in like this? You're so pretty underneath me baby, such a good boy for me." Micah groaned, feeling his orgasm beginning to build up in his stomach. "I'd praise you forever if it meant you'd keep squeezing me like that."

Leo keened at the praise, losing himself more to the overwhelming pleasure as Micah's thrusts became faster, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping would have normally embarrassed the euphoric man, but he was too far gone to care. All he could think about was the rapidly approaching orgasm climbing through his stomach, invading all his senses until he felt like he was going to burst.

His boyfriend clearly felt the same way, because the taller man's breath quickened, spitting out a quick, "I'm gonna cum soon." before attempting to pull out of Leo's gushing hole.

The shorter man instinctively locked his legs behind his lover's back, forcing his dick back inside, much to Micah's confusion. 

"In me." Leo whimpered, looking into Micah's confused, lust filled eyes. His tongue felt like lead, but he pushed the words he so desperately needed to say out. "Finish in me, please."

Micah groaned above him, his self-control threatening to snap at any moment. "Are you sure? I'm not wearing a condom." 

"I'm on the pill." Leo moaned out, mind cloudy as he chased his orgasm. "I need to feel you inside me, all of you. I wanna be yours, please, mark me, claim me, make me yours!"

Micah's eyes darkened. He threw Leo's leg over his shoulder, his dick reaching impossibly deeper as he pounded the boy into the mattress. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to claim you as mine? Wanna take all of me until you're overflowing?" he growled, possessiveness dripping from his voice as he held his boyfriend as close to him as he possibly could.

Leo nodded enthusiastically, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. He clung to the muscular man's back, desperate to be as connected to him as he possibly could as his guts got rearranged.

"Fuck baby boy, you drive me crazy. Gonna make you all mine."  Micah spoke, his mind only allowing him to think of breeding his boyfriend. "My baby. No one gets to see you like this, feel you like this, except for me and Rain, yeah?" 

Leo couldn't speak, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he nodded his head vigorously, little gasps and whimpers leaving his mouth at the mass pleasure he was experiencing. Micah felt the man tightening around him, and crashed his mouth onto Leo's as the smaller boy's orgasm finally hit him. Leo moaned into Micah's mouth, the taller man swallowing his noises as he shoved his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. The brunette arched his back in sheer euphoria, continuing to cry out into Micah's mouth as the man's thrusts continued.

The fluttering of Leo's walls around his cock soon brought Micah to his own orgasm, a low, strangled noise leaving his throat as he flooded his boyfriend's insides with cum. Leo let out a small whimper as the sticky liquid reached deep inside him, filling him up until there was no more room, the excess seed dribbling out of him from around Micah's dick.

The two rested against each other, panting, Micah still buried deep within Leo's dripping cunt. The red-head caught his breath first, pressing a tender kiss to the boy beneath him as he trembled, his eyes still screwed shut as he soaked up the warmth radiating from Micah's body. 

"It's ok little one, I'm not going anywhere. Take as much time as you need to recover, we'll wait." Micah whispered into the man's neck, gently rubbing his back as his boyfriend struggled to calm himself. Leo let out a breathy hum of acknowledgement as he let his legs collapse from off the larger man's back, becoming more aware of the sticky mess leaking between his thighs as he did so. 

Micah's attention shifted back to his raven-haired lover, who had finished pleasuring himself whilst the other two were still recovering. He had grabbed his already soiled boxers, wiping the sticky mess he made on himself off his stomach. Finishing up, he threw the boxers into the nearby laundry bin before turning back to his boyfriend's shaking bodies, a fond expression plastered on his face.

"He adjusted a lot quicker than I thought he would." Rain said, ruffling Leo's hair affectionately. He turned back to Micah. "How'd he feel?"

Micah let out a breath of laughter. "Amazing." He stated. His gaze softened even more as he looked at his boyfriend, feeling a little guilty for hogging their smaller lover. "How are you doing?"

Rain sighed dramatically, taking advantage of his boyfriend's clear guilt. "Neglected, pent up, and depressed, I might as well not even be here!" He joked, his tone making it clear he was ok despite his words. His tone became more genuine. "But for real, I'm ok, I'm just glad you're enjoying yourselves."

Rain scooted closer to his boyfriend's, resting his hand on Micah's. "Besides," he said, looking down into the man's blue eyes, "we agreed on this right? I wanted this to be as easy on him as possible."

"Agreed on what?" Leo mumbled, opening his teary eyes to look at his pale lover. His body had ceased shaking now, and his mind had cleared enough to make talking easier than before.

"We...uh..." Micah sat up a little, letting go of Leo to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. "We've talked about this before. About who should be the one to take your virginity first, whenever you were ready to lose it." 

Leo raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything, waiting for one of them to elaborate.

Micah stayed quiet, so Rain continued for him. "Since it was your first time, we wanted to ease you into everything, and we figured that taking you at the same time would be too much for you to handle, at least in the beginning. So we talked about who should take you first, and we both agreed that Micah might be easier for you to handle."

Leo gave a tired scoff. "Easier? It felt like he was splitting me in half at first."

"I was worried about that, which is why I initially thought that Rain should go first, he could stretch you out a little more so it would be easier to take me. But the more we talked about it, the more we realized it would probably be best if I started you off." Micah stated, gently pulling Leo up so he was sitting upright, leaning into the red-head's chest while he was still inside him.

"Because you're needier than me?" Rain asked teasingly, moving himself behind Leo so the brunette's back was against his chest.

"Because I have more self-control than you." Micah corrected, mock-glaring at the dark-eyed boy. "You have a habit of being rougher than you mean to be, which would have been too much for him. We both knew he would need a gentler, slower start than you could have managed."

"You mean the self-control you so clearly displayed? I seem to recall it flying out the window the second Leo asked you to cum in him." Rain mocked, giggling softly as Micah lightly slapped his arm.

"Shut up." Micah growled, holding Leo's forearms as the man leaned against his chest. "You have your turn now, don't you? Maybe focus on prepping him instead of making fun of me."

"Oh, trust me, I plan to." Rain smirked, dipping his fingers down to where his boyfriend's were connected. Luckily, the pair's previous actions had left him with more than enough to work with, slicking up his fingers with their leftover fluids before bringing them back up to Leo's asshole. He prodded the sensitive area gently before slipping his finger's in, feeling how tight the man was before slowly starting to spread his digits apart.

Leo stifled an uncomfortable whine. It felt weird to have something stuck up there, especially when he was getting spread open like this. Rain pressed comforting kisses to the man's neck, distracting him while he continued stretching Leo's second hole out.

"I know baby, I know. It feels weird, just give me a couple of minutes and you'll be ready." Rain promised, trying to calm the man as best as he could. 

Micah noticed the tense look on Leo's face and took pity on him, distracting the man by bringing him into a soft kiss. Leo gladly took the opportunity, focusing all his attention on the way Micah's tongue swiped over his teeth, the tickle of his lover's stubble on his chin, the sweet scent of his sweaty body. He became so engrossed in the kiss that he barely flinched when Rain inserted a third finger, stretching him wider for a minute or two before removing his fingers entirely.

Rain shifts his hips under Leo until his dick pressed against his asshole. "You ready to take both of us baby?" he asked, his excitement and need reflected in his voice. "I promise I'll go slow, at least at first."

Leo broke away from Micah, his eyes half-lidded with renewed lust. He braced himself against Micah's chest, his hands gripping onto his boyfriends broad shoulders for support. He let out a shaky "ready", and without any further warning, Rain slid himself into Leo, stifling a moan as he slowly bottomed out.

Leo let out a small gasp of pleasure as Rain settled inside him, surprised as how good it felt. He hadn't expected anal to feel all that great considering his anatomy, but he couldn't deny how good it felt to be so full, both of his boyfriend's filling him up so completely. The two men he was sandwiched between gave him a minute to adjust to the new feeling, softly praising him for taking them both at once like this and for how good he was being for them, making them feel so loved and trusted.

Leo could feel his mind fogging over at his boyfriend's words, warmth spreading throughout his chest. He wanted to be good for them, wanted to do whatever it took to make them feel as amazing as he felt. His need to please was consuming his mind, making him a submissive mess between his lover's bodies as he waited for them to move, to take care of his needs as well as their own. He slowly relaxed against Micah's chest, content little hums leaving his throat as he shifted his hips eagerly. He felt like he could stay like this forever.

Micah looked down, noticed the cloudy look in his boyfriend's green eyes, and brought his hand to the man's cheek, turning Leo's attention to him. Leo immediately nuzzled into his touch, thriving off of his boyfriend's affections as Micah ran his thumb down his soft cheek. The change in his demeanor was obvious to both Micah and Rain, both boys sharing an affectionate look over Leo's shoulder before Rain pulled the slumped man up a little, sitting him upright between him and Micah.

A surprised noise left Leo's mouth, but it was quickly replaced by a content sigh when Rain began kissing up and down his neck, gently brushing his lips over the bruises that were previously left on the sensitive skin. Micah continued to stroke his cheek, feeling himself harden again at his boyfriend's happy sigh's. Leo had shut his eyes and turned his head towards Rain, but peeled them open again when Micah turned his head back towards him, his eyes meeting Micah's gentle gaze.

"Hey love." He whispered, his tone soft and adoring. "How're you feeling?" 

A second passed before Leo responded, his mind still buzzing. "I feel floaty." He murmured, continuing to look up at Micah through half-closed eyes. "It feels weird... and nice. Is this normal?" 

Micah chuckled softly. "Yes, this is normal sweetheart. I think you're in subspace right now." Micah looked over at Rain, who was shifting his hips, desperate to start moving. "Rain gets in that headspace too, although his is usually caused by pain."

"Oh." Leo whispered. He had heard of subspace before, but he thought it could only be achieved by intense pain. He guessed he was wrong about that.

Micah stroked his smaller boyfriend's hair gently, getting increasingly turned on by how soft and pliant his normally tough and guarded boyfriend had become. "Do you want us to take care of you little one? Want us to make you cum around our cocks again?"

Take care of him? They already were. He felt so safe and loved in his boyfriend's arms, like nothing could ever touch him. But he couldn't deny how much he needed them to move, to fuck him until he was nothing but a dripping, shaking mess in their arms.  Leo shuddered in anticipation. "Please."

Rain didn't need to be told twice, immediately pulling out before pushing himself back in with a groan. "Fucking finally." He huffed out, his impatience apparent. He gripped Leo's hips, pushing and pulling them in time with his thrusts so that it was easier for him to move. At the same time, Micah stayed still for a moment, timing himself so that he could thrust in when Rain would pull out. As soon as he saw Rain's hips move backwards, Micah bucked his own, pulling out as Rain pushed back in, the two finding a perfect rhythm after a couple of moments.

Leo opened his mouth, silent gasps of pleasure escaping him as his body bounced between the two men. The pleasure was constant, never taking a break as someone was always thrusting into him, hitting his most sensitive spots. He could hear Rain moaning behind him, the pale boy's fingers digging deep into the fat of Leo's ass as he maneuvered him, rough enough to leave bruises. "I've waited so long to do this." Rain breathed out, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. "can't believe I finally get to have you, all pretty and fucked out while I rail you." His pace grew harsher, his balls slapping against Leo's ass as he slammed himself into Leo's hole.

Leo's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the change of pace, small little whines slipping past his lips as he wrapped his arms around Micah's torso, doing everything he could to ground himself in the face of his overwhelming euphoria. Micah changed his speed to match Rain's, letting out his own grunts and groans of pleasure as his cock dragged against Leo's walls. He shifted Leo's hips a little, the new angle allowing him to once again hit the boy's g spot vigorously.

Leo's body felt like jelly as intense pangs of pleasure washed over him. He tried to keep himself upright, but all the strength had been sapped out of him, his arms and legs shaking with ecstasy. His body collapsed into Micah's chest, the only thing keeping him from falling over completely being his boyfriend's strong, stable arms as they wrapped themselves around his trembling body. Leo screwed his eyes shut, burying his face into his boyfriend's hairy chest as he let out high pitched whines.

"I've got you, I've got you sweet boy." Micah panted, holding onto Leo's crumbled body as tightly as he could. His dick twitched at the sight of his boyfriend relying on him so heavily, pride building in his chest. Only they could make Leo feel this good, only they could take care of their sensitive boyfriend, and only they could be trusted to see their beautiful boy this vulnerable. "We're making you feel so good, aren't we baby?"

Leo couldn't answer, his brain fried beyond comprehension. All he could manage were whines and whimpers, completely lost in euphoria. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah~" Leo whimpered, his eyes still closed in pure bliss as tears began leaking from them. He couldn't even keep his arms around Micah at this point, instead curling them towards himself as Micah held him, leaning even more into his slick chest.

Rain laughed at Leo's lack of response, smirking down at him as he pulled in and out of him. "Oh poor baby, did we fuck you stupid on our cocks?" he cooed, taking pride in every twitch and moan his fucked out boyfriend let out. "Our dumb, pretty boy, so perfect for us. You're so beautiful when you're this out of it, my sweet thing."

Rain removed his hands from Leo's ass, instead moving them under the man's folded over body and finding his chest, squeezing the soft mounds and circling his nipples with his thumbs. Leo arched his back a little, tiny whimpers leaving his lips at the added stimulation. His brain felt so fuzzy, to the point where he was only half aware of what was going on around him, but he trusted that his boyfriend's would take care of him in his fucked out state.

Rain's moans turned into whines as his orgasm approached, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster as he threw his head back in pleasure. A moment passed, and he brought his head back down, leaning towards Leo's ear. "I'm almost there baby, can we cum in you again? Please?" His voice was whiny and desperate, trying his hardest not to bust without getting an answer first.

It took a second for his words to register in Leo's brain, but after a moment he nodded frantically, knowing exactly what he wanted but unable to get his tongue to work properly. He could feel Rain buck into his ass a couple more times before he groaned again, stilling inside his boyfriend and filling his hole with his own hot seed. He pressed himself as close as he could to Leo's ass, wanting to empty himself as deep as he could without spilling a drop. 

While Rain was still trying to catch his breath, Micah, who was getting close himself, grabbed his face with one hand and smashed his lips onto Rain's, bringing him into a rough kiss. Rain whimpered into Micah's mouth, overwhelmed by his orgasm and the firm grip his boyfriend had on his face, as well as the overstimulation Leo's still bouncing body was making him feel. Micah continued to aggressively make out with Rain for a minute longer before breaking away, smirking at the sex-drunk look on his boyfriend's face and continuing to grip his cheeks harshly.

"Look at you, angel. You wanna talk about Leo being fucked dumb? You should see yourself right now, a whimpering, pathetic mess in my hand. It's almost cute, how easy it is to shut your brain off." Micah's voice was sickly sweet, his smile venomous as he degraded his boyfriend. 

Despite the stinging sensation in his cheeks from Micah's killer grip, Rain tried to smirk, a defiant look in his eyes. "It's only this easy because I wanted to be nice for Leo. I can give you a much harder time if you'd like." The smirk turned into a slight grimace when Micah tightened his hold, a clear warning.

"I'll keep that in mind for later. For now, behave yourself. I think he's close." Micah all but growled out, his eyes hardening. A teasing look remained plastered on Rain's face, but he nodded, letting out a breath when Micah released his jaw and wrapped his arm around Leo once again. Both boys' eyes softened when they looked down at their third, who's noises had heightened in pitch, his hands gripping Micah's arm for stability. His boyfriend had been right, Leo was definitely on the verge of coming undone.

Tears rolled down Leo's cheeks as his body shuttered, a pitiful cry leaving his throat as his orgasm hit him like a train. Rain draped himself over the smaller boy's back, circling his convulsing stomach with his thumbs in a comforting motion. "That's it baby, let yourself go. I know it's overwhelming, but we've got you. You're making us feel so good." He soothed, closing his eyes and soaking in the warmth radiating from Leo's curled body.

Micah continued to lazily thrust his hips upward, moans spilling from his mouth at the way Leo's cunt was squeezing and pulsing around him. "Oh, just like that baby boy, I'm gonna cum again. Gonna cum so deep in you that it won't spill out." He groaned, feeling himself give in to his own sweet release.

Leo barely registered the hot cum flooding past his cervix, filling him until the mixture of his and Micah's cum started dripping out of him and down his boyfriend's thighs. He was still riding out his own orgasm, his pussy spasming around Micah's dick, milking every last drop of cum from his twitching cock. The fog in his mind had only thickened upon his release, leaving his senses completely clouded with pleasure. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, all he could do was feel the comforting texture of his boyfriend's soft skin on his own as they guided him through his high.

Eventually, his orgasm faded, leaving him trembling in his boyfriend's arms as he tried (and failed) to regain his grip on his senses. Leo's tired body used the last of its strength to wrap his arms around Micah, pressing himself as far into the larger man's skin as he possibly could. Micah, who had recovered from his orgasm relatively quickly, cooed down at the boy, kissing his forehead affectionately. 

"I think that's more than enough for one night." Micah murmured, careful not to disturb his overwhelmed boyfriend. "Rain, can you help me lie him down?

Rain hummed into Leo's back, taking a moment before he opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He pulled a pillow close to Leo before grabbing his body, and nodded towards Micah, signaling him to slowly pull their boyfriend down until all three of them were lying on their sides, Leo still squished between them. His head was gently laid on the pillow Rain had gotten, and the three stayed like that for a long while, the two larger boys curled around Leo's still-trembling body protectively as they waited for him to recover.

Leo had gained a little more awareness after a couple minutes, but not much. It didn't matter to him though. He was safe and warm, snuggled in between his boyfriend's naked bodies. They would take care of him until his mind cleared, he was sure of it. Sleep tugged at the corner of his mind, and he gladly let himself surrender to the comforting void enveloping his tired body.

...At least he would have, if he wasn't hyper focused on the feeling of Micah pulling out of his abused pussy.

Leo whined at the sudden emptiness, more cum starting to spill from his hole now that nothing was there to keep it plugged in. Micah chuckled at his reaction, bringing his fingers down to Leo's entrance before scooping up the excess cum and gently pushing it back in. He slowly got up, pushing Leo's arms off from around him as he stood, moving to leave the room.

Leo let out distressed whimpers at the loss of contact, having no idea where Micah was going or if he was coming back. Micah stopped, turning towards Rain for help, but his boyfriend was already moving. Quickly, so as not to upset Leo any more, Rain pulled out and turned the smaller boy around so he was now facing him, wrapping his arms around him as he softly pet the boy's hair and back in an effort to calm him.

"Shhhhh Bug, it's ok. He's not leaving, he's just getting a couple things to help clean you up, ok? He'll be back soon, in the meantime I'm right here with you, I won't leave you alone, I promise." Rain soothed, pressing his face into Leo' shoulder. Leo didn't say anything, instead wrapping his arms around the lanky man's torso, cuddling up to him in an attempt to stay warm. Micah began moving again, grabbing a couple blankets and laying them on top of his exposed boyfriend's so they wouldn't get cold in his absence. He then left the room, and Rain could hear the faint sound of water rushing as Micah started a bath.

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, blissfully snuggled under the blankets while Rain softly kissed the tears off of Leo's face. He could hear Micah shuffling around in the kitchen, probably getting him and Leo water and a couple of snacks to boost their energy again, at least enough to get clean and ready for bed. He was proven right when his Micah's large stature appeared in the doorway, holding two glasses of water and a couple snacks stashed under his arms. 

"How's he doing?" Micah asked, sitting down next to Rain. 

Rain sat up a little, enough so that he could grab one of the water glasses without disturbing Leo. "Still out of it. I don't know if he has the energy to eat right now." He whispered, sipping his water slowly. He couldn't blame his boyfriend though, he barely had the energy to move himself. The water was clearing his head a little though, slowly bringing him out of his own haze and allowing his senses to become sharper than they had been a second ago. "How are you doing? It took you no time at all to start moving around, aren't you tired?"

Micah shook his head, smiling softly. "I've always recovered quickly, you know that. Besides, if I didn't move, who was going to take care of you two? " He gazed at Leo, who was still laying down, before meeting Rain's tired eyes. "He's not in any condition to strain himself right now, and you're clearly exhausted. It's ok, I like helping you, I tell you this every time."

"I knowwww," Rain groaned, flopping back down. "But I still feel bad. You're always caring for me after sex-us now, I guess. And you never let me help you out after a session either. Don't you get tired of always being the caretaker? Don't you want me to pamper you sometimes?" 

Micah huffed in amusement, kissing Rain's forehead lovingly. "I could never get tired of caring for you. If anything, cleaning you up is aftercare for me. Seeing you happy, safe, and satisfied makes me feel better than anything else." A mischievous smirk pulled on his lips. "Besides, you forget that most of our sex is a lot rougher than this, at least on you. It would be pretty inconsiderate of me to fuck you up and then expect you to look after me when I'm perfectly fine."

Rain huffed in annoyance. "You're rough on me because I get off on being treated that way, not because you're a sadist. That's on me, it's still not fair on you to care for me after doing something I asked you to do."

Rain opened his mouth to say more, but Micah grabbed his face again, much gentler than the last time. "Angel, look at me." He said, staring intensely into Rain's eyes. "I. Love. Caring. For. You. I love making you feel loved. You two do so much more for me than you give yourselves credit for, this is the least I can do to show how much I appreciate you." he enunciated each word, hoping that his concerned lover would understand how serious he was being. Doubt still plagued Rain's  face, but he nodded in understanding, too tired to argue any more.

Micah turned his attention to Leo, who had stopped shaking for the most part, but was still clinging to Rain's side with his eyes glued closed. He slipped his hands under Leo's back, tenderly sitting him up while Rain shuffled his body so that his chest supported Leo's weight. The tuckered out man groaned a little, but slowly opened his eyes, still cloudy with brain fog and exhaustion. 

"Hey little one, how're you feeling?" Micah asked, holding out the glass of water. "Here, drink some of this, it'll help you wake up a little."

Leo grabbed the glass with trembling hands, Rain helping to steady them as he brought the cool liquid up to his mouth and to small sips. The water slid down his throat, it's cold temperature spreading throughout his chest. His mind had cleared more by now, but he was still finding it hard to speak, his tongue heavy in his mouth. He handed the glass back once he was finished, still trying to keep his eyes open as he fought his tiredness.

The two boys around him smiled adoringly at him, gazing at his tired form with love. After a moment, Micah slid one of his arms under Leo's back and his other arm under Leo's legs, and lifted him up bridal style, the man's body leaning heavily on his chest. Leo let out a squeak of surprise, but was quickly shushed by Micah, who began walking out of the bedroom. "I know you were comfortable, but we gotta clean you up. Don't worry, the bath is nice and warm, and we'll be in there with you." Rain stood up and followed closely behind, not wanting to be left out.

Micah stopped at the foot of the tub, slowly lowering one leg into the warm water before fully stepping in, carefully lowering himself and his boyfriend into the water until both were covered up to their chests. Leo, who had wrapped his arms around Micah's neck in an effort to keep himself from falling, lowered his arms, instead holding them close to his chest as he soaked in the warmth surrounding him. He closed his eyes, feeling Rain step in and curl up next to him, hugging him to his chest while Micah pulled them both close to his own body.

Leo muscles loosened as Micah ran a washcloth down his back, soothed by the rhythmic scrubbing motions and the feeling of soap running down his skin and into the water. Rain cupped his hands with water and gently poured it over Leo's body, washing the remaining suds off of him. A hand made its way down between Leo's legs, prying them apart enough for Micah to clean the mess they had left earlier. Leo, started a bit at the contact, his pussy still sensitive from all that they had done, but relaxed once again when he felt the comforting warmth of the water washing away the stickiness that had been beginning to bother him. He felt Micah's hand retreat, continuing to bask in his satisfied state as his boyfriend's began to clean themselves up.

A hand found its way into Leo's messy brown hair, brushing through his tangled locks in a soothing motion. "How're we doing, dragonfly?" Rain whispered softly into his ear, as if afraid of shattering the cozy silence they had fallen into. "You with us?"

Leo slowly shifted his head so that he was looking up at Rain's face, which was slightly above his on Micah's chest, focusing all of his energy on forming words in his mouth. "...I'm here." He croaked, forcing his voice to project louder than a whisper. He shakily brought his hand closer to Rain's, clasping it gently in his own. "I'm more aware...I think. Still feel a little floaty though." 

"That's ok." Rain smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to Leo's forehead. "You did so good for us bug, taking us so well. Made us feel so special, letting us be the first people to have you like that." 

Leo smiled drowsily. "Did I?"

"Of course you did." Micah chimed in, rubbing his hands up and down the soft skin of Leo's arm. "You took everything we gave you wonderfully, and you made us feel so loved." His hand began idly traced patterns into Leo's skin, making the man shiver from the ticklish feeling. "I was worried I would hurt you, or overwhelm you, or be too big to fit fully in you. But you took me just fine, and you felt amazing. I don't think I'm ever gonna get enough of you."

A pleased hum left Leo's throat. "I'm glad. I wasn't sure if I was gonna do this right, or if I was gonna feel good enough. It's nice to know I felt ok."

Rain snorted. "You felt more than just ok baby, you felt absolutely ethereal! I can't wait for the next time I get to fuck you like that." He paused a moment before pressing his forehead to Leo's. "I love you so much sweet boy, I'm so glad you trusted us enough to see you like that. Thank you."

Leo smiled and pressed a tiny kiss to Rain's lips, buzzing with happiness. "No, thank you, both of you, for taking care of me. You made me feel so loved and comfortable, I'm glad I waited until now." He rested his head against Micah's chest once again, a wave of drowsiness falling over him. "I love you too." He yawned, closing his eyes.

"Oh no you don't." Micah gently scolded, moving his boyfriend's enough for him to stand up. He stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and dried off before turning back to Leo, grabbing his hands and pulling him up. "You're not falling asleep in the bath, no way. C'mon, let's get ready for bed and then you can sleep, ok?

A sigh was heard, but Leo didn't complain, stepping out of the water with Micah's help. Rain followed suit, and the three boys dried off before making their way back to the bedroom, watching as Micah changed the sheets before laying together on the bed. Leo was in the middle once again, smushed between his boyfriend's naked bodies, Micah spooning him from behind while Rain hugged Leo's torso to his chest.

Leo could feel sleep creeping up on him, but before he could fall completely into unconsciousness, he heard Micah speak.

"Sleep well sweetheart, I'll see you in the morning." Micah yawned, tucking his nose into Leo's hair.

Leo let out a tired hum of acknowledgement, his eyes shut in bliss. "I will, goodnight. I love you."

Micah and Rain smiled affectionately, Rain pressing himself even further into Leo's skin as both boys said their "I love you's" back, and Leo finally allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness, lulled by the heartbeats of the people he loved most.

[mychlapci]

Orion pax as a nun with a vow of chastity and huge tits that he pumps for the enjoyment of churchgoers. The head nun retired so now he's number 1 which is A Blessing From Primus :) but there's one thing. It's the head nuns job to go out to the gladiator pits during tournaments, and meet the champion in private to let them drink from the tap. He's watching the carnage of the first matches, grimacing at the waste of life, but then. he sees the reigning champion, Megatronus. Sees him dominate the competition, and imagines those strong arms lifting him up like he weighs nothing. He's never been tempted by physical pleasures, but in his private booth nobody can see how his frame heats up and he has to stop himself from rubbing his thighs together. I want Megatronus OBLIVIOUS to how horny Orion is for him. He meets this sweet little thing overheating from the nerves of letting someone drink directly from his nozzles for the first time, and 100% thinks that Orion doesn't want to do this and is only following tradition. Maybe he even offers that they don't do it, and simply lie- but Orion is NOT having it. I NEED Megatronus being as gentle as possible, mistaking Orion's sighs, gasps, and whimpers for signs of discomfort. And I need Orion to overload for the very first time from having his boobs sucked by a mech he just watched Kill. And STILL Megatronus is oblivious (Orion being a virgin means he is incapable of leaking transfluid- a very literal seal, which feels a little tighter after every overload). Megatronus never got anywhere near his array, so.. he's still a totally chaste and holy mech! And it's not like he's being naughty and seeking this out, it's his noble duty to the rightful winner. Megatronus may be too dense to realize he's become a sex toy but he's also guiltily jorking his peanits after their meetings. Eventually, so much transfluid builds up in Orion that it breaks his own seals from the inside, and leaks everywhere. It's humiliating but then that gets gladly licked up too (and also Orion leaves the church and they actually have a relationship YIPPEE)

hrgh... i love ritual breastfeeding and horny nuns and temptation so much, sorry. and also it's so funny that Orion realizes that he's got some weird kinks right there during the gladiator match. he never knew he wants a big, strong mech to pin him down and play with his titties and maybe with his valve and spike, he never knew he wanted anything sexual at all until that day... hrghh overloading with his seals still in is a little uncomfortable due to the amount of lubricant and transfluid that gets stuck in his valve and behind his spike cover. a lot of it reabsorbs but a lot of it does not, and he can just feel it stretching his seals further and further - usually, mechs like him wouldn't encounter enough temptation to overload themselves into losing their virginity, but what Megatronus does to him just feels too good...

i actually want there to be a huge scandal. maybe Orion has to have his seals checked for some kind of ritual or maybe it's simply mandatory once a year, and he shows them his stretched, unsealed valve, now fucked many times by a big gladiator cock, and everyone loses their minds. This sweet, innocent thing, debauched by some bloodthirsty gladiator.... Perhaps the reason bots drink his milk is because it's considered pure due to Orion's virginity, and there's a public outrage regarding Orion's impure milk feeding church-goers.... mhmm

[depraveddame]

Ineffable Kinktober, Day 2: Virginity 🌹✨

“Aziraphale…”

A tender, delicate newborn lamb, struggling to get to its ungainly feet with a determination that will only get stronger as it grows; that’s what Crowley puts Aziraphale in mind of, spread under him as silky and soft and as open as an unfurling, dewy centered lily, brow knitted in stubborn concentration as he tries to take Aziraphale’s cock, his body unused to this new intrusion of its kind but rocking towards it in spite of the overwhelming pressure and stretch.

“Breathe, Crowley; don’t push yourself, sweet thing, just relax. You are doing so well, so very well, my dear,” Aziraphale coos as he himself opposes his own corporation’s desires, fighting not to ruthlessly plunge into the impossibly tight warmth he’s splitting open for the first time, battling to keep hold of himself and to apply restraint, but it’s immensely difficult. Crowley wanting him so desperately is an inebriant unlike any Aziraphale has imbibed, which for a hedonist like himself is saying quite a lot indeed, and the slick, welcoming heat of his virginal cunt sucking Aziraphale inside despite what he knows must be at least a little pain is indescribable. He might even dare to compare it to what Heaven ought to be, in theory— warm, dizzyingly comforting and somewhere you want to return over and over and over— not the icy halls devoid of joy and pleasure.

“But I,” Crowley sucks in a breath almost petulantly through gritted teeth as he rolls his hips further, whimpering as Aziraphale sinks into him deeper— he’s nearly fully inside, now, almost engulfed in the demon, and Aziraphale can’t help but shake with the sublimity of the pleasure and the urge to fuck, to breed, “I want it— want you, angel, f-fuck, waited too long, waited so long for this.”

“I know,” Aziraphale groans as the fluttering contractions around him ebb and flow, as he finally bottoms out and catches the cry the action inspires with his mouth, soothingly kissing Crowley through it as he settles into him, as their bodies at last become flush with one another, “you waited for so long, and you kept this lovely, pretty cunt so tight for me, didn’t you,” he withdraws minutely before sheathing himself again, repeating the gentle range of lotion agonizingly slowly until Crowley’s brow finally twists into something more pleased than uncomfortable, “you spent so long, aching for me and for this, saving it for me and me alone.”

Crowley nods as his undulating, serpentine grinding grows more lissome, more fluid, and Aziraphale looks down to see his cock shining with the demon’s wetness disappearing into his swollen, glistening cunt, catching the low light they’re bathed and making his tongue jealous, but he can hardly dwell on that as Crowley’s previously hesitant, grappling attempts to open for Aziraphale grow more confident and hungry, and within minutes he’s fucking himself onto Aziraphale’s cock beautifully, his clever hips and waist already having memorized the series of movements needed to smoothly take cock and to take it well.

“Slow down, greedy thing,” Aziraphale’s hands drift down from cradling Crowley’s shoulders to latch onto the slender waist that’s haunted his dreams and shameful late night endeavors for millennia, “going to make me come far too soon, my darling— look how swiftly you’ve opened up for me, how perfectly you’re taking me— have you practiced, dove,” he can’t help it; against good sense, Aziraphale starts thrusting with more force and speed, but the burst of Crowley’s breathless moan and the squeeze of his cunt encourages his increasingly vigorous pace, “I wonder how many helpless nights you spent filling yourself with whatever you could find, when your lovely long fingers weren’t enough—“

“O-oh, f-fuck,” Crowley whimpers as he does as he’s told and slows his frantically rocking hips, but only slightly, seemingly unable to completely stop himself, “fuck, m’fingers are b-bloody useless compared to this,” his fully ophidian eyes lock onto Aziraphale’s, wide and vulnerable and breathtaking in their glittering splendor, “was made for your cock, angel, all of m-me was made f-for you,” Aziraphale’s head falls forward as what feels like very deliberate clenching hugs his cock, his hips faltering in the face of the euphoric constriction, “so you’d b-better t-take what’s yoursss, and make up for the c-cccenturies my cunt has been waiting for you to claim it.”

Aziraphale could not describe the rest of that first night to anyone in any terms resembling coherency, not after those flammable words ensnared his entire being and caught fire within, igniting what’s always been there and what he’s always known to be true, smoldering as embers in the pit of his stomach and tingling tinder in his veins. All he knows for certain is that he did as Crowley bid him to do— he claimed him over and over and in as many ways as they could manage, until they both could no longer find the strength to keep going despite their tireless joined need of more—but they have the rest of time for that.

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