#what a slutty bingo

[yanderealm]

i just took some screenshots of this reel and what a fuckin plot 👀

[itneverendshere]

Hii i love the bitchy!pogue!reader series and i would love to know how they first hooked up again, like what led them to keep going after their first night together. That's all, thx in a advance if you do it, i love your writing

the way i ran to write this lmao, thank you for the request ❤️ let's just say it wasn't planned at alll....it was fate👀

in spite of myself - drabble

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x rafe

you swore the first time was the last.

you were simply… curious. you wanted to figure out just how far you could push his buttons without him taking it out on you.

you got your answer. you went to that party with the sole intent of pissing him off, but you hadn’t planned on ending up in his bed—not that you’d ever complain. but that was it.

you’d gotten your taste, of course you weren't expecting to run into him so...soon.

you’d learned to play along for these little trips into kookland. your cheap dress, bought solely to get you through the gates, hugged you a little too close—but that was the point, wasn’t it? you made a show of adjusting the neckline, scanning the room with that perfected boredom.

the moment you spotted him across the room, you nearly snorted, because of course he was here.

rafe, in all his buttoned-up glory. hair slicked back like he’d asked his barber for the "douchebag deluxe," wearing a shirt that probably cost as much as your entire car. he looked so at ease among his kind, you wanted to pat him on the head and give him a treat.

bingo.

he was pretending not to see you, standing there with some stuffy old kook in khakis so aggressively white they probably had a staff meeting dedicated to their upkeep.

but you could spot it: the clench in his jaw, his fingers twitching around his glass.

honestly, it was too easy. you’d barely taken a few steps in his direction, and his grip tightened like he was trying not to crush the glass just at the sight of you.

aww. you hadn’t come here for him, but the opportunity was irresistible, how could you say no to that face?

you took your time, internally giddy at how his stiff he looked the closer you got. you let out a soft, exaggerated sigh as you finally slid up next to him at the bar, taking your time, letting your eyes glide over his shoulders and back down to those broad, broad arms.

god, look at those arms, you thought.

this idiot must curl yachts for fun. absolutely absurd.

his gaze snapped to you, “what the hell are you doing here?” he gritted out, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

poor thing, always so snappy.

you brought a hand to your chest, going for maximum innocence.

“who, me?” you blinked, leaning in with a soft, honey-dripping sigh. “just networking with the local elite. isn’t that what i’m supposed to do if i want to ‘rise above my station’?” you savored the horror flashing across his face.

rafe looked personally offended, like you’d just announced you were taking up golf, while you let your eyes drop to the line of his shoulders, lingering just a little too long on his chest before dropping.

slowly, slowly.

his face twisted like he was in pain, and he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, protecting himself from the way you were very clearly undressing him with your eyes.

“cut that shit out,” he ground out, “i know what you’re doing.”

you raised an eyebrow, “doing what?” you shot him a wide-eyed, who, me? look, letting your gaze dip again. “i’m not doing anything.”

his face flushed as he hissed, “you’re doing it right now! act normal for once.”

he pulled away from you as if your pogue germs might rub off on him, but you’d seen that look on his face before.

“honestly, if you didn’t want attention cameron, maybe don’t wear that. kind of a slutty choice, don’t you think?”

his neck flushed deep red as he scowled. “excuse me?”

you shrugged, “just saying. last time, you had a lot to say about my outfit, didn’t you?”

“you’re fucking insane. leave me alone.”

you smirked, leaning closer, “oh, baby, i’ve already got what i wanted from you,” you purred. “unless, of course, you’re offering again?”

his jaw tensed, and he looked away as if even looking at you would ruin his day. but he was still here, wasn’t he?

“don’t flatter yourself. i’m done with you,” he muttered.

you shot him a wicked grin, “flatter myself?” you let out an exaggerated laugh, turning heads nearby. “i’m here on a date.”

rafe’s smirk dropped, and he cast a quick, possessive look around the room before moving his attention back to you.

“a date?” he repeated as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

you nodded as you pointed toward the back, where your “date”—some poor kook with a summer tan and daddy’s credit card—stood waiting near the hors d’oeuvres table, oblivious.

“did you think i came here just for you?” you tilted your head, letting the words sting. “i don’t do repeats, country club. got what i wanted, remember?”

he looked like he was about to set the place on fire, blue eyes narrowing as he glared at your so-called date. you could sense the gears turning in his head. god, this was just too easy.

“maybe you should run along, hmm?” you said, your voice light and mocking. “can’t imagine what your country club buddies would think, seeing you all worked up over a pogue.” you flashed him a dazzling smile before tossing a wink, then spun on your heel, leaving him there seething.

you could feel his stare burning into your back as you sashayed over to your “date.” this was way too fun.

lunch was mind-numbing, but free, so you were perfectly okay tolerating the “date”—or, as you preferred to call it, the idiot with a wallet—while he droned on about his family’s fleet of yachts or some bullshit about generational wealth. you nodded along, not listening as he bragged. as if you even gave a fuck.

when he finally paused to shove more overpriced pasta into his mouth, you decided you needed a break from the snooze-fest.

“excuse me, i’ll just pop to the ladies’ room,” you murmured, batting your lashes like the good, sweet little pogue he thought he’d bagged for the afternoon. as soon as you were clear of him, you rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck.

the second you got into the quiet of the bathroom, you let out a dramatic sigh of relief, shaking your head.

what a fucking bore.

you’d honestly rather be anywhere else—well, except maybe with rafe, since he’d probably drag you back to the ninth circle of pogue-hating hell.

as you were checking your lipstick in the mirror, the door swung open, and you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

“um, excuse you?” you snapped, eyebrows shooting up. “i know you have a thing for following me around, but the ladies’ room? have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”

rafe didn’t answer.

he stalked forward, looking pissed as he backed you up against the sink, boxing you in without so much as a second thought. there was something about the way his forearms flexed when he did that.

ridiculous, he most likely got pumped up just pouring a glass of water.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing here?” he growled, his voice dripping with disdain.

a laugh bubbled up before you could stop it. oh my god.

you clamped a hand over your mouth, but the sound came anyway, echoing off the fancy-ass tiles. “oh my god, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

he leaned in even closer. “you think this is funny?”

“funny?” you snorted, crossing your arms. “it’s hilarious. i’m here for lunch. you know, food? the stuff people eat? he offered, and i like free shit. it’s that simple.”

“you’re doing this just to piss me off,” he accused.

“oh, get over yourself,” you scoffed. “you think i’m obsessed with you or something? i wasn’t even thinking about you until you came barging in here like a lunatic.” you leaned back, giving him a brazen, challenging look. “can you move, by the way? i was enjoying the break.”

his nostrils flared, but you didn’t even care. if he wanted to lose his shit, fine—he was the one who walked in here. you stared him down, totally unfazed, holding his gaze until he broke it.

“careful,” you added, your voice mocking and low. “if i didn’t know better, i’d say you were jealous. because, i gotta be honest, you look like you’re about two seconds away from—”

“shut up,” he growled, his face inches from yours, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “you show up here, flaunting yourself like you don’t remember exactly how last week ended, like you weren’t begging me to—”

“oh please,” you interrupted, ignoring the pleasure that traveled up your spine. “let’s not rewrite history.”

his hand gripped your cheeks, blunt nails pressing in from either side as he pulled you close, capturing your jaw to hold you still. the pressure of the squeeze pulled your pouty lips together, forcing you to look up with wide eyes.

“stop talking."

you tried to smirk around his grip, feeling the bite of his fingers, but your words came out muffled.

“what’s wrong, country club? can’t handle a little conversation?”

“just can’t help yourself, can you?”

you could hardly nod, your eyes gleaming with defiance as you let out a small, mocking hum of agreement.

his hands slid down from your cheeks to cradle your jaw, fingers firm as his mouth pushed against yours. you giggled into the kiss, entirely too pleased with yourself as you tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling until he groaned.

“this is the last time,” his voice was ragged against your lips, but the words sounded half-hearted, he was trying to convince himself.

you smirked, pulling back just enough to catch your breath, tilting your head to test him, see if he’d let you go. instead, his hand was already sliding up your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your lips, holding you right there.

“you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he whispered, breathless. “think you can just look at me like that, say whatever you want…”

“who says i can’t?” you purred, lips brushing against his as you taunted, “if you don't want this, maybe you should go.”

his grip tightened, a curse slipping past his pretty lips, streaked with the deep red of your lipstick, glossy with both your spit.

and fuck, did he look good like that—disheveled, unguarded, his face painted with your lipstick like a silent confession of just how far he’d let himself go with you despite his fucked morals.

rafe let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours as he muttered, “last time, swear to god.”

[sidequestsinlife]

my dan and phil 2025 predictions

dan blames us for at least two more rumors he started himself

phukbang 3 after tit is over

some sort of phwedding "proof" (real or not) is revealed and phannies on twitter start insisting that "friendship weddings" are a real thing or that it's "just for tax reasons" or something

they get a dog

the dog is either named buffy, susan, or another human name that is super weird for a dog like jeff or ellen or carl

the dog's name does not match its sex and we are all treated to a long dan rant about gender roles and whether dogs have the concept of gender at all

phodcast (please. please. manifesting 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏)

they start reacting to old phandom content including phan proof compilations and we all collectively have a heart attack and die

even more next level coupley instagram pics. cheek kiss perhaps?

another hospital storytime from phil (if this were a bingo card, that would be the free space unfortunately)

big solo phil project (book, short film, idk what, but something)

phil makes a horrifying innuendo on a livestream again and someone remixes it into a song a la ladydoor

said song is released on spotify as a collaboration with danandphilbeats

spotify wrapped posts with the horrifying innuendo song as a bunch of people's #1 song of 2025

dan finally makes the video about gender and drag and all that he and phil briefly discussed in a livestream and he shot down at the time, and it's obviously a three hour long video essay

dinof officially becomes the channel where dan only posts long video essays like once a year

bwagfeo reference on dapg

my horse prince may have been the only demonetized video on dapg pre-hiatus, but they reveal that something like 30% of the post-hiatus videos are demonetized lmao

phil gets a tattoo

return of "why i was a weird kid" on amazingphil

post from martyn or cornelia referring to dan as their kid's uncle

slutty couples halloween costume

photo or video where dan is just fully sat on phil's lap. remember, he's got places to be.

[skylee-spider-lillis]

Monty being Captain Hook in the new descendants movie is so not what I had on my bingo card for this rest of the year.

Well I guess that's happening.

Good for Monty, getting to live his slutty era.

[issdisgrace]

Jason x (kinda) villain reader where they're fighting but at some point Jason's jacket gets ripped of and you can see his slutty little waist, and reader is just absolutely gobsmacked and 'daaaaamn' and completely stops fighting Jason and just flirts with him, because with those hips he has to be a good housewife (I AM IN LOBE WITH JASON AND HIS SLUTTY LITTLE MAN WAIST RAWR RAWRRR IM FERAL)

TANGO

WARNINGS: Yeah there are some but nothing triggering or some shit

A/N: Might make a part two to this later down the road but don't get you hopes to high I have a tendency not to do what I say I am. Anyway I hope you like this.

Like clock work I tangoed with the Red Hood. He was a good fighter, skilled, and he could keep up with. That’s why I kept up our little cat-and-mouse game going. I could’ve easily killed him if I wanted to and both of us knew that, but I didn’t want to kill him. Id grown to like him over time despite our jobs, if you could call them that. And now, like many other nights, we were stuck in a fast tango that wasn’t coming to an end soon. We took slashes at the other with our respective knives. Never striking the other in a vital place. Both having a silent agreement to not do severe damage to the other, so in a couple nights from now we could do this song and dance again without a worrying. We slashed and slashed at the other and eventually I caught his shirt tearing it. The torn shirt revealed his waist. It looked so small, so holdable, so slutty. 

“Goddamn Red I didn’t know you had a slutty little waist.” I said, stepping back and holstering my knife. He stopped dead in his tracks pure confusion written on his face. 

“WhAT?”

“Do you need to get your hearing checked, Red? I said goddamn Red, I didn’t know you had a slutty waist.”

“What the fuck?” He said lowering his knife confusion still present in his face. 

“Have you seen your waist? Like look at it.” I say gesturing to where his waist was showing. He looked down at the rip and his exposed skin then back up at me.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Why would I be fucking with you? Your waist looks so small and foldable and slutty.” I say, stepping forward and grabbing his waist. A part of expects him to stab me with his still in sheathed knife but he doesn’t. 

“And your hips are so wide and childbearing. Fuck your so hot, Red.” He seemingly short circuits as a blush creeps on his face. Which causes me to chuckle at the fact I caused the big bad Red Hood to short circuit and blush at the same time. I definitely didn’t have that on my bingo card this year. 

“You’re cute when you blush, Red. I wonder if you look just as cute all fucked out.” 

“You’ll have to see,” He says, catching me a bit of guard as I was not expecting him to respond with the whole short circuiting thing. 

“Is that an invitation, Red?”

“Maybe and it’s Jason.” 

“Well Jason, I’m Y/n.”

[asterias-record-shop]

Hello! I don’t know if this space has already been requested, but could I please request #18 with the Cowboy Space with Ethan Landry from Scream VI? For the overview is that Chad basically convinces Ethan to dress up like a shirtless cowboy like him to show off his muscles to impress the girl Ethan has been crushing/in love with.

The girl can be either friends with the Woodsboro group or just a random girl from one of Ethan’s classes. But the girl has also been crushing on Ethan.

Thank you so much for doing the bingo! I love your writing!

—𓆩[save a horse, ride a cowboy]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Crush! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - NON GHOSTFACE AU Ethan had been crushing on you since the first day of college. Now, three years in and finally getting the courage thanks to his best friend Chad, he dresses up for the Halloween party as something much more… suggestive. He truly didn’t expect you to show up in an exposed Halloween outfit dressed up as a classic horror character, ready to tease him all night long.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - again, NON GHOSTFACE AU!!! || porn with a plot || but the ghostface character still exists yk || aged up some more, again like 3 years into college || partying || body shots || drinking alcohol (legally, mostly) || mentions of drugs || intoxicated sex but fully consensual || slight gxg relations with reader ig? (tara) || party is set in like a bigger area if that makes sense? || tara and chad are already together || altered timeline slightly? || Ethan and Chad are actually best friends because again, not in like the movie’s universe? || the entire group are actually really good friends (Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy, Anika – i didn't include Quinn) || everyone’s more lighthearted cuz no trauma || you have a high alcohol tolerance now || kind of public sex || moved to sex in another person’s bathroom || blowjob || self fingering || then moving to a random room || unprotected sex || riding || cumming inside || slight tit worship || mentions of smoking ||

Ethan didn’t think he could go through with this. He stared at himself in the mirror, and though he didn’t dislike what he was seeing, he just didn’t know if he was comfortable.

“Heyo, E, what’s taking so long? We gotta see you!” Chad knocked on the door as Ethan fixed the ascot looking thing around his neck and the cowboy hat he accidentally spent way too much money on. "Ethan, come out here and show us!”

Ethan groaned as he walked out, Chad whistling as he sat next to Tara with his arm around her shoulders. “Look at you! Looking great, Ethan! You’re a lot more muscular than I thought.”

He ignored Chad’s words as Anika giggled slightly, making him look at her. “What’s so funny?”

“You look like you’re about to go into a porno,” she laughed, making Mindy giggle. “A really, really weird porno, but a good one!”

Her words make Ethan groan, pointing at Chad. “He’s wearing the same thing! For fucks sake, I feel like I look so fucking stupid-”

Chad quickly shakes his head. “Come on man, you look great!”

Tara giggled slightly, everyone looking at her. “What’s so funny?” Ethan said again, crossing his arms which made his biceps bulge. 

“Texting Y/N,” she said, smiling. “She’s going as Ghostface. A slutty Ghostface, and I told her you’re going as a shirtless cowboy, so you kind of have to wear that now.”

Ethan groaned, face palming. “Promise I don’t look stupid?”

“You look amazing, dude!” Chad.

“You look fucking stupid.” Sam.

“Just don’t star in a porno!” Anika.

“Can we go already? We’re going to be late.” Mindy.

“Yeah, Y/N’s already there, she’s doing body shots. I wanna do body shots with her, it sounds fun!” Tara.

Only Tara’s words stuck with him, because just like her, he really wanted to do body shots with you. Normally, you were part of this mini gang that they had, but you had gone with your two best friends that you had known since high school, especially because it was a frat party.

It wasn’t long until everyone left, leaving the dorms with Ethan and Chad shirtless as they walked to the frat party. “She’s not gonna think I’m weird, right?”

“Nah, man! She’s gonna think you’re hot, coke on! Besides, slutty Ghostface? It pairs up great,” Chad said, shrugging as he held Tara close. “You’re gonna take body shots with Y/N, right?”

“I’m gonna try.”

“Oh definitely!”

Ethan and Tara both spoke at the same time, Tara clapping her hands. “Hell yeah! Ethan’s getting bold, whoop whoop! I go first though.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m still deciding if I’m even gonna go.”

“You better go!” Tara said, nodding. “I have a bet y’all are going to fuck tonight! Don’t make me lose!”

When they got there, they immediately knew where you were since they could see you standing in front of the ping pong table playing beer pong. He smiled as you bit your lips, bouncing the small plastic ball and landing it perfectly on one of the cups, everyone yelling out as you jumped up with a cheer. “Whoo!”

“Y/N!” Tara yelled as she ran over, Chad slapping Ethan’s back.

“Go get her, man!”

Oh, but then he saw you.

You looked fucking perfect in the fishnet body suit that covered your entire body, a mere leather tube top and a leather mini skirt covering your more intimate parts. He could barely talk as you spoke with Tara, laughing and giggling before you grabbed a die.

“Here, I’ll finish this game, and then we can start body shots again!” You smiled, giggling as you jumped up and down slightly. “Oh, Chad, Ethan! Hey guys!”

He smiled slightly, waving as he walked over. “Hey… Hey, you look so nice.”

You giggle, looking down at your outfit. “I tried! Do you think it pulled together well?”

“Uhm… so, so well,” Ethan smiled as you giggled. “You look amazing.”

“Oh, thank you!” You giggled, shaking your head. “So… wanna do some body shots?”

Ethan blushed as Tara nodded vigorously behind you, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Let’s do some shots?”

It wasn’t until it was actually about to happen did Ethan regret wanting to do shots.

There was dice, terrifying dice that you both had to roll to see where you had to take the shot off the other person’s body. Tara had gotten your tits and you had gotten her stomach, so here you were, bending over the ping pong table as Tara lifted her hips and you tilt your head back and you grabbed the shot with your teeth and tilt your head back, easily swallowing the liquor with your hands pushing up.

Everyone cheered as you grabbed the shot glass, pointing at Ethan. “You’re turn, cowboy!”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You laughed as you walked forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the ping pong table and putting both dice in his hand and giggling. “Roll for me?” He swallowed, nodding slightly as you hold his wrist, everyone letting out loud wolf whistles as you tilted your head up at him. “Want me to blow on them for you?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“He wants you to blow on a lot more than that, Y/N!” Anika yelled out, laughing as you giggled.

“Roll ‘em.”

Ethan rolled the dice, unable to see what they landed on before Tara cheered. “Crotch and same as partner!”

You giggled, taking the shots that Tara had given to you. “You’re going to take your first shot of the night.”

He basically gulped as you gave him both shots, laying back against the ping pong table and fixing your skirt. You take the shot, carefully setting the shot on your skirt and lifting your hips with your legs spread. “What are you waiting for?”

Everyone started shouting out ‘Shots!’ as Ethan tried to avoid getting between your legs until you roll your eyes, pulling him between your legs to where the shot was. “Y-You’re sure this is okay?”

“Of course,” you twirl one of his curls around your finger, smiling. “Get to it.”

He’s careful as he looked down, slowly wrapping his lips around the shots before you thrust your hips up and he tilted his head back, swallowing it easily. You giggle as he threw his head back, giggling. “Ethan took the shot!”

Everyone cheered as you sat up, Ethan’s face right in front of yours before you grabbed his ascot like thing. “My turn.”

Ethan quickly switched with you, watching as you got between his legs and patted his thighs. “Can I unzip your pants?”

Everyone whistled again as Ethan nods nervously, watching you unzip his jeans and slide the shot over the bulge of his cock that was slowly getting bigger, even though he hoped you didn't see it. He watched as you hummed, watching as Tara stepped forward and gave Ethan the lime wedge. “Put it in your mouth.”

“Wh-What-?” He basically choked as she stuffed it in his mouth, the rind facing the back of his throat before she poured out some salt on his hip bone.

You giggle as you lean forward and down, your ass up as you licked his hip, taking all of the salt before moving to the shot on his dick, his hips bucking automatically into your mouth making you gag slightly before throwing your head back and swallowing the shot. It wasn’t until you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, taking the lime from his mouth and biting into the flesh before taking it out of your mouth and kissing him firmly.

He can taste the pods of the sour lime and bitter tequila, grains of salt still on your tongue brushing against his as you sit in his lap. His hands go to your waist almost immediately, smiling against your lips as you giggle and laugh against his own.

Someone groaned as your hands “God dammit, get off the table!”

Ethan tried to pull back, eyes open as he was about to pull away and help you get off the table before you pulled him closer, not letting him pull back as you flipped your middle finger up in the direction of the voice. He could hear Chad yell something out as you hummed against his lips, your nose bumping against his as you tilted your head making Ethan laugh slightly, smiling as you pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

“We should go back to my apartment.”

Ethan rushes to nod as you quickly stand up, dragging him off the table and down the hall.

“Fuck yeah! Ethan’s gonna get laid!” Chad.

Ethan blushed madly as you laughed, walking backwards to pull him into the entrance hall and press your back against the wall before flipping you both for Ethan to be pressed against the wall instead. “Are you a virgin?”

He swallowed, his mouth dry as he shook his head, then nodded. A quickie with some random girl where he didn’t cum didn’t count, right?

You laughed, shaking your head as you started to rub against his chiseled abdomen. “Well? What is it, yes or no? If you are, I can make this special and we can go back to my apartment quickly. If not, then you’ve had a quickie, right?”

Ethan nodded his head quickly, swallowing as you rubbed against his crotch area. “Y-Yeah, I have.”

“Do you mind if I suck your dick here?” You asked it as though you were asking to take a lollipop from a doctor’s office, your eyes shining with lust as your nails trail over the v that led down. “A quick blowjob, then we can fuck at my apartment.”

Ethan gasped as someone walked past, but of course, you didn't seem to care as you kissed against the bulge. “D-Don’t you think we should go somewhere more private?”

You paused, looking up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Y-You… Why don’t we go somewhere where no one can see how good you feel?” He tilted his head down at you, a giggle falling from your lips as you stood.

“Okay,” you dragged him farther down the hall into an actually clean bathroom that he didn’t expect to be as clean as it was before you kneeled down on the rug. “So, can I suck your dick now?”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “Y-You’re sure you want to do this?”

“That I want to suck your dick?” You rubbed your nose against the zipper, tilting your head slightly. “Is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah, you can… you can suck m-my dick-” Ethan let out a loud groan as you finished unzipping his pants and pulled out his perfect cock, his length practically dripping with precum and the veins on the underside already bulging. “Fuck, darling, you’re that greedy?”

You hummed as you nodded, wrapping your lips around his tip carefully before your other hand started to push down your exposed stomach and under your skirt. He watched your hand slowly swipe up and down your cunt, rolling your clit between your fingers and pumping his cock at the same time.

He stared at you, groaning as you pumped and gagged on his cock, pulling away to spit on his tip and pump the saliva up to his base. You hummed, staring up at him as you continued to pump his shaft, pulling his cock down your throat and gagging on it. He threw his head back, groaning as he tried to hold back the thrusts of his hips, but for fucks sake your mouth felt so good around his cock and your hand pumping the area that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your fist as you groaned.

“F-Fuck, cowgirl,” he groaned loudly, head tilted back as you pulled away to giggle, humming as you move your head to the side and lick up the side of his pretty cock. “You suck my cock so perfectly, cowgirl,” he grinned as you pulled away, groaning loudly. He finally noticed your hand as you fingered yourself, hips rutting forward into your hand. “Doing so good.”

You giggled, groaning as you rode your hand and continued to spit on his cock, getting his shaft all wet as you wiped the spit from your chin with the back of your forearm. You hummed as you tilted your head up at him. “Want you to use my mouth,” you whisper, pulling his cock down your throat for a few seconds before gasping as you pull away. “Use my mouth like I’m a little whore, and make cum and spit run down my chin like those pornos, that way I have both of my hands to get off. Fingering myself as you use my throat.”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as you both slowly turned around, Ethan watching as you leaned back against the cabinets and wiped your mouth with your other hand before pushing them both between your legs.

“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper, shaking your head as you groan loudly, your hands quickening against your cunt. “Fuck my mouth. Please, need you to use my mouth.”

Ethan groaned as you lifted your mouth up to lick carefully against his balls, Ethan taking his cock and softly pumping his length. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum an agreement, sighing as you bumped your nose against his tip. “Want to feel it.”

Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning as you leaned forward, his eyes quickly flickering down to your hands in a place that he couldn’t see, rubbing vigorously as you bob your head up and down his shaft. Your eyes rolled back as you relax your jaw, doing the same to your throat as Ethan reached down and held the sides of your head.

Just like you said, he couldn’t stop himself, using your mouth and thrusting down your throat with a groan. “Come on, cowgirl, you’re doing so good… so so good, cowgirl, your throat is fucking perfect.”

You groaned, nodding around his cock as you continued to rut into your hands, your throat perfect and warm around his shaft as he shallowly thrusted down your throat. He let out a loud groan before someone opened the door, his hand quickly going to close it. “Got dammit, busy!”

You giggled as you wiped your throat, leaving the globs of cum and spit on your chin. “Love my throat that much, don’t you?”

“I love you that much,” he whispers, staring at his bright red cock and your hands quickening once again. “I love you so much.”

Your stomach was tight and twisting, the feeling of a hard orgasm settling in your stomach as you moved one of your hands to rub your clit between your thumb and middle finger. You groaned around his cock, bobbing your head even harder around his cock, his hips rutting faster and rougher. You gagged around his cock, the fingers inside of you thrusting faster as you felt drool and cum run down your chin. To be honest, you didn’t register him cumming the first time, and to be honest, neither did he besides the tightness of his stomach.

It was probably when the person almost walked in, because for fucks sake did that turn him on.

Oh, but his stomach was twisting just like yours, tightening as he groaned, the sight of your eyes crossing as they rolled back and mixed globs of cum and saliva ran down your chin.

You groaned loudly as he thrusted his hips forward, groaning loudly as he cradled the back of your head so it wouldn’t hit the counter as his hips started to stutter. If you could have smiled, you would have, even as he softly stroked your hair and you could taste the hot ropes of his salty cum.

You hummed in pleasure as your stomach finally clenched and you came, your hands pushing around his slightly soft cock, pumping him with your cum covered hands as you kissed his tip before swallowing. It makes him gasp as you stand, wiping your mouth and licking your fingers as he stares at the white dripping down your fishnets. “You wish this was your cum, don’t you cowboy?”

“I do,” he whispers, softly grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “I do… I wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs right now.”

“It can be,” you whisper back, pulling him down for a firm kiss. “There’s a room down the hall no one knows about. We could go there, that way we don’t waste time going to my apartment.”

He smiled slightly, bumping his nose to yours. “How do you know about it then?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “I know because I was able to finish a blunt there without no one interrupting me.”

He shook his head with a laugh as you slowly pushed him back. “Well, lead the way.”

You turned around as you pulled him down the hall, urgently pulling him down for more kisses, desperately wanting his lips on your own. Your lips were still slightly salty as his tongue dragged along your lips, his hands holding your cheeks delicately before you reached up and took his black hat, putting it on your head with a giggle. “Save a horse,”

“Ride a cowboy.”

You both laughed as you kept the hat on, his hands pushing down between your thighs and undoing the zipper down the center all while your hand searched for the doorknob. He laughed as he held your skirt in hand and you finally open the door, his hands doing the same to your top with the zipper in the back and putting it in the same hand together as you quickly got the door open and he pushed you back.

Ethan smiled as he kicked the door closed, kicking off his boots and his jeans before laying back on the bed and watching you slowly crawl above him. “I want to ride you,” you whisper, already pumping his cock as he reaches down and finishes ripping a slit on the fishnet stockings. “Please?”

He groaned as you forced his cock up, the already hard length needing little to no help to stay up straight as you forced yourself up by your knees. “Why are you always asking, cowgirl? For fucks sake, just do what you want to me, I’ll never complain if it’s you.”

You giggle as you finally push his tip into you, throwing your head back with a loud groan. You truly didn’t expect his cock, especially his pretty tip, to be this fucking big. Slowly, you sink down onto his length, watching his face pinch up as he groans loudly and holds your hips tightly.

Ethan let out a loud groan as you started to roll your hips, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you leaned onto his chest for support, leaning down before he shook his head. “W-Wait,” he panted, shaking his head. “Wanna see your tits.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, pausing the movements of your hips before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss as you held his face. “You are so a virgin.”

He laughed as his hands moved up your sides, groaning as his hands go from your sides to your poorly covered tits, thumbs swiping over your hard nipples that were poking through one of the holes of the fishnets, his thumb easily pushing inside of the holes before ripping the fabric. You gasped, the sight turning you on more than it should’ve before his hands grope and cup your tits.

The added stimulation made your stomach clench as you desperately alternated between bouncing on his cock to rolling your hips, desperate to hit that perfect spot inside of you. You were whining and letting out broken moans above him, every sporadic, unhinged and unexpected thrusts of his hips making you scream out and fly forward, a groan falling from his lips.

“Come on cowgirl,” he whispers, a grin on his face as his hand swipes over your nipple again. “You’re doing so good, cum on my cock.”

You nodded, mind blurred as you tilted your head back, pushing your hips forward before lifting yourself slightly to feel his cock slide in and out of you.

Ethan groaned loudly as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, your nails digging into his chest as your eyes rolled back and your thrusts got rougher, a scream of his name falling from your lips before your cunt clenched around his cock and you were about to fall forward before he caught you.

He let out a loud moan as he carefully laid you against his chest, rolling his hips into yours to cum and ride out his high inside of you, stroking your back as you pant above him. “You did so good, cowgirl.”

You hummed, nodding into his neck as you softly rubbed up and down his chest, the hat on your head bumping into his nose as he tried to kiss your head. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you cowboy? You gotta see your cowgirl ride you backwards.”

Ethan groaned as you sat back up, fixing the hat on your head as he choked. “Now, what kind of cowboy would I be if I didn’t?”

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[campingwiththecharmings]

Lazy Summer Rain

AN: Heyyyyy y'all. I'm starting 2024 of a lil slutty with my first fic for @moonknight-events' MK Bingo. 🙌 Hope y'all enjoy. 😌

You’d had other plans, plans to spend the day with Marc outside—maybe grab breakfast at the cafe downstairs or have a picnic at the park across the street—but waking up to the rain had quickly quashed them. Can’t say you’re too disappointed by that at the moment, though.

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Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Prompt: Rainy Day Words: 943 Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader Warnings: pwp, kissing, morning sex, soft!Marc, praise kink (if you squint), cockwarming (please let me know if i missed anything) AO3

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The rain taps rhythmically on the windows, the sound of it soothing, just loud enough to drown out the sounds of the outside world. It makes you want to forget where you are, forget what time it is, what you had planned on doing today, makes you want to forget everything but him, everything but Marc.

He’s braced over you, forearms on either side of your head as he kisses you sloppily, deeply. He grinds into you, hips pushing you down into the plush mattress with every thrust, the slight squeak of the bed mixing with the soft pants and moans you exchange as you kiss. You get lost in him, running your hands lazily up and down his back, over his shoulders, up his neck, and back down toward his ass.

You’d had other plans, plans to spend the day with Marc outside—maybe grab breakfast at the cafe downstairs or have a picnic at the park across the street—but waking up to the rain had quickly quashed them.

Can’t say you’re too disappointed by that at the moment, though.

You break the kiss with a gasp as Marc shifts, his cock hitting that special place inside you. He grunts as you flutter around him, his warm breath puffing against your lips as he pulls your leg higher over his hip.

“You close, baby?” he rasps, jaw tightening as he somehow sinks even deeper inside you. “Gonna come for me? Hmm?”

You whine his name as pleasure sings through your body, his fingertips digging into your thigh as he holds onto you, his thrusts becoming sloppier, faster. Thunder rumbles in the distance, the rain falling quicker now, beating harder against your window. His nose bumps against yours as he leans in, searching for your lips, and you sigh just before he claims them again.

You’re close, so close, can feel the coil inside you tightening, about to snap, the heat building and building— 

Marc’s groan is choked as you come, your body bowing and shaking beneath him as you drench his cock with your release. The wet squelch of his thrusts is loud in your ears despite the rain now as he fucks you through it, prolonging it. 

He’s still hard inside you as you come down, his face hovering over yours as he watches you closely. You smile at him, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek in your palm, his dark curls tickling the tips of your fingers. He smiles back, shifting slightly to press a gentle kiss against your wrist.

“Okay?” he asks, eyes roving your face.

You hum, pulling his mouth down to yours for a quick, sweet kiss. “That’s one way to put it.”

He sniffs a laugh, stealing another kiss as he begins to grind into you again. You’re still a little sensitive, but the gentle stimulation is pleasurable all the same. You hold onto him as he works himself (and you) back up, smothering the soft little noises he makes with your lips. He groans, breaking your kiss when you begin to meet his thrusts, his brow furrowing in concentration.

“You’re doing so good, Marc,” you praise, running your hands up and down his back soothingly. “So good.”

He swallows thickly, eyes watching you closely for a moment before leaning in. His pace never falters, even as he shifts, bringing his hand down between your legs. You whine when he circles your clit with the tip of his thumb, the pleasure building inside you once more. He groans when you clench around him, pulling his lip between his teeth as he slowly pushes you toward the edge again.

“Please don’t stop,” you plead, pulling weakly at his shoulders. 

Suddenly he’s not close enough, not deep enough. You want to be covered by him, surrounded, you want to drown in him. He seems to understand what you need, shifting again so he’s draped over you, hands fisting in the sheets on either side of your head, his thrusts quicker, harder.

You moan, peaked nipples brushing against his chest as he presses in closer, resting his forehead against yours. Your hands slide down his back, goosebumps raising on his skin, as he continues thrusting into you. He’s so close, you know he is, can tell by his clenched jaw, half-lidded, almost black eyes—but he’s holding himself back, he’s waiting for you. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you breathe, your hands sliding down to cup the muscled cheeks of his ass. “Let go for me.”

Marc groans, burying his face into your neck, thrusting into you rapidly as you cling to him, as you whisper encouragement in his ear. Your breath catches as you reach your peak again, but this time it’s softer, warmth flooding your body, making your fingers and toes tingle pleasantly. The gentle fluttering of your cunt is enough to finally drag Marc over the edge, his moan smothered in the crook of your neck as he empties himself inside you.

You stay connected, entwined, for what feels like hours, the constant patter of the rain against the windows soothing, lulling you both back to sleep. When you wake again later, you’re beneath a plush duvet you don’t recall pulling over yourself, the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows. Marc lay on his belly, his face half-buried in his pillow, arm curled loosely around your waist. For a moment, you just watch him, smiling softly, marveling at how peaceful he looks in sleep, how content. Then you shift closer, doing your best not to disturb him as you burrow into his side, sighing as his warmth envelopes you, and you drift off again.

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thinking about absolutely insane yandere cheol n hoshi x knife/gunplay .. just imagine .. they’d be so ruthless with you, making sure that both of them are forever engraved in your brain .. and the STAMINA ugh anyways

also I feel like cheol would have a daddy kink whereas hoshi would have more of a sir kink? idk what are your thoughts

I just found ur account not too long ago but I’m obsessed with your works!!! thank you for being such an amazing writer <3

p.s not sure if u do anon tags but I’ll probably be active on here since I love ur works sm so if you do end up having anon tags could i be your 🐇 anon?

I'm glad you enjoy my work and tysm for reading!! I absolutely agree that Cheol would have a daddy kink whereas hoshi would have a sir kink. And this ask.. right up my alley. 

WC: 1.6K

WARNINGS: Yandere, murder, kidnapping, gun play, DUB CON, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, slut shaming, double penetration??, choking, daddy/sir kink, creampie, sex tape

You tried to listen to Cheol’s words. No one is fucking stalking you, those things only happen in the movies. No ones stealing your panties, they're just getting lost in the dryer. Those stains on your sheets? Probably from your lotion. And the gifts, flowers, random envelopes of money? Just from a friendly neighbor who is probably too afraid to say hi to you. You tell yourself these things as you hear your bedroom window slide open. Too afraid to alert the man in bed next to you, too afraid to move, to breathe. You tell yourself these things as you hear not one but two sets of footsteps walking around your bedroom, nearing your bed. You tell yourself these things as you make eye contact with Cheol, a hateful look on his face as he grabs the man by his hair and slits his throat, the blood flying over you. It’s the last thing you tell yourself as Hoshi whispers “Just close your eyes, my flower.” in your ear as you feel something sharp pierce your neck. 

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You're so uncomfortable and so hot. You're on a very comfortable bed yet your body is twisted and It feels like heat is surrounding your body from all around, making you groan. 

“Look who's up.” Cheol speaks into your hair, inhaling deeply. 

“Cheolie?” you whimper.

He grabs your hair and forces you to look at him.

“It’s daddy to you, my love.”

“What? Cheol let go of me.”

You hear a gun cock and feel a cool metal press to the side of your head from behind.

“Don’t misbehave, my flower. I wouldn't want you to make your  punishment worse.” Hoshi says from behind you.  Well that explains the heat.

“Hoshi, what are you doing?”

He presses the barrel harder into your skull making you whimper.

“I want you to call me sir.” he whispers into your ear. You groan, this is so embarrassing.

You go with the better of the two.

“Sir, what's going on?”

“I couldn't wait anymore baby, you were getting too scared, too suspicious. I especially couldn't stand to see you fuck that son of a bitch. It’s your fault he’s dead. If you kept those slutty legs closed none of this would happen.”

You start to cry. What is happening?

“So it was you two stalking me?” you say in tears.

“Bingo baby.” Hoshi says, patting your head. It seems like he’s the good cop in this situation.

“Just let me go.”

“And why would we do that? We just got you.” Cheol says as his hands begin roaming your body.

“Cheol stop.”

He gives you the scariest, darkest look you’ve ever seen.

“Daddy” you whimper, beginning to cry even harder.

“That's more like it, baby.”

“What is it, flower?” hoshi whispers as his hand travels to your ass beginning to squeeze. You groan feeling your mind and body begin to get conflicted. You hate them, you hate them because they know how you feel about them. They know you’ve wanted them for as long as you’ve known them. Why couldn't they do this the normal way? Why did they have to be psycho murderous stalkers?

Cheols hands move between your legs and beginning rubbing you over your panties. Hoshi moves his hands to your breast beginning to harshly rub and squeeze making you whimper out in pain. So much for being a good cop…

“Sir, it hurts.”

“I’m glad.” he chuckles, putting down the gun.

Cheol moves to hover over you taking in your tear stained face. “Don’t waste your tears baby, you're going to need them.” He pulls off your flimsy sleep shorts and panties beginning to rub your clit in harsh circles. You try to push at his chest only to be forced down by your throat. 

“Take it baby. I don’t wanna hear a word out of you if it’s not daddy or sir.”

You whimper. God you hated this but it felt so good. He thrusts three fingers in you, feeling zero resistance as you clench around him.

“Daddy please it hurts.” 

“If it hurts why are you so wet?”

Well, he got you there. 

Hoshi, probably tired of being neglected, turns your face and captures your lips in a heated kiss. You try to pull away when you run out of air only to be held in place. You begin to choke from the lack of air, feeling yourself begin to panic and squirm. 

“Fuck hosh, shes getting so much tighter.” Cheol groans.

“I want to feel.” Hoshi pouts.

“Wait your turn.” Cheol growls, pulling his fingers out of you and using your wetness as lube for his hard cock. “Baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good. Fuck you until all you can remember is me, well I guess the stockholm syndrome will help with that.” he smirks, pushing into you completely and ignoring your groans as he begins to thrust so hard you feel your thighs sting. He pounds you into the bed, hearing the bed creek with each movement. 

“Daddy.” you yelp, trying to find something to grip onto to ground you, yet you doubt anything will distract you from his brutal pace. He fucks you for what feels like hours, his huge cock, moving in and out, in and out.

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“You think you deserve to cum after you slutted yourself out?”

“No” You groan. “Look at you using that brain.” he says.

“You’ve had enough, it's my turn.” Hoshi harshly shoves Cheol and flips you around. He puts you on all fours and arches your back, quickly thrusting into you and begins to fuck you so hard you genuinely see white. You cant hear anything, see anything, think of anything but the feeling of him fucking you. You're harshly brought out of your daze when you feel something cold and wet probing your ass. You muster up the strength to mutter “Sir, what are you doing?”

“This hole is looking empty, baby. I’m gonna fill you up real nice don’t worry.” Cheol says with a slight laugh in his voice.

He begins to push the lubed gun into your ass, slowly thrusting it in and out of you while Hoshi picks up his pace. 

“I wish you could see this, Flower.”

“She can.” Cheol says and pulls out his phone, beginning to take pictures of the filthy scene.

“God, I’m gonna cum in this sweet pussy.” Hoshi groans as his thrust falters, bottoming out completely and filling you up completely. He pulls out with a sigh, admiring your swollen pussy, leaking with his cum. 

You slump onto the bed, only to be pulled up by Cheol. The gun being pressed to your head yet again.

“Don’t get tired on me baby, It’s my turn again.”

[malum-forev]

For your bingo, can I please request Fight (verbal)? Maybe it could be Bucky & reader’s first fight and it happens because she does something that makes Bucky mad or upset and she tries to apologise but he’s so butthurt that she starts thinking that maybe she fucked up so bad that they will break up but then there’s a happy ending. 🥲

Hiii I switched this up a liiiittle tiny bit because I love a slutty bucky! Hope that's okay! and hope you like it! <3

Everyone had advised you against it. A workplace relationship never worked. You never thought you would even be in this position, until you saw those blue eyes. Shining like beacons calling you to shore. 

Bucky didn’t mean to start a relationship either, he thought he wasn’t qualified to have one. He was you superior, it was wrong in every single way except it was also good. Very good. He thought back to the first time the line blurred. 

Bucky never wanted a team, he was happy tagging alongside Sam. Somehow, he’d been convinced and now Bucky was stuck filing paperwork late at night. He heard you before he saw you, some rustling down the hallway in the locker rooms. Bucky turned the corner quietly, thinking someone had sneaked in. It was way past the appropriate hours but there you were, zipping up your tactical suit. He caught a glimpse of how your chest looked pressed against the metallic zipper and the tight fabric, a breath got caught in his throat. 

You turned around with a yelp. “I-I’m sorry, I thought no one was here anymore.”

Maybe it was the way your squeal made his dick twitch or maybe it was because he caught you gawking at him once or twice while he sparred but whatever it was, made him do the most irresponsible thing he’d done in years- decades maybe. 

Your back was against the wall and your leg was hiked up to his waist. Your hands roamed his hair, pulling at whatever you could. Trying to get some relief. 

“This is wrong.” Bucky’s chest heaved, his eyes glued to the zipper on your chest. With one simple tug, he could get what he’s wanted for months. “I’m your boss.”

You pushed your chest closer to him. “Does it turn you on?”

The past couple of months had been filled with secret escapades. You’d sneak into his room late at night and leave before morning or he would stop by your room after everyone had left for the weekend. There had even been a couple of quickies in the quinjet. 

But something happened two weeks ago, it started when he asked you to stay the night. 

“What if someone sees me leaving here tomorrow morning?” You asked quietly, debating whether you should start looking for your underwear he’d roughly discarded or not. 

Bucky shrugged his shoulders casually. “I’ll go out first, make sure the coast is clear.”

Then there was that time he’d asked you to dinner, just the two of you. Followed by the movie night he’d organized in his room. Bucky even bought you your favorite candy and changed his sheets- quite a big deal for him.

But something changed, Bucky pulled you into his room as you passed the hallway. You hissed at the way he threw you onto the bed. 

“I know you like it rough but can I at least get a warning?” You laughed but once your eyes met his, it died down. 

Bucky paced his room with his arms tightly crossed over his chest. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking we were supposed to meet tomorrow, not today.” You tried to lighten the mood. 

“You think this is funny?” Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “We agreed this thing- this stupid thing that wasn’t even supposed to happen- would stay between the two of us.”

“Wasn’t supposed to happen?” You repeated his words back to him. 

“You, me, this.” Bucky pointed between the two of you. “Meaningless sex. No one was supposed to find out. And you go and mess it all up by telling someone, someone on the team!”

His words hurt you. “Meaningless sex, huh? Then what the fuck has been going on? Because last time I checked, you don’t buy someone you don’t care about flowers.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “You were sick, what else was I supposed to do.”

“I thought I was talking to a friend,” You explained. “But I guess not. I’m sorry for trying to get help understanding you and this huge mess you made.”

“The one that made things messy was you.” His words like knives. “You got your heart involved when I specifically told you to not read into things.”

“How the hell was I not supposed to think there was more happening when you asked me to stay the night!” You threw your hands up. 

“Don’t get it twisted,” Bucky came closer to you. “I only asked you to stay for my peace of mind. I didn’t want to feel like an asshole by letting you leave.”

“You wouldn’t feel like an asshole if it was just sex.” You spat back.

“Well for me, it was just sex.” Bucky’s jaw tightened. “A stupid mistake I made when my dick was hard. A mistake that now has me explaining the situation to Sam.”

The way Bucky kept repeating the word mistake made you feel foolish and small. Like you were back in grade school, professing your love to a crush who’d never look your way.  

You pushed past him, he would not have the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

A month after your fight, and the last time you had spoken to Bucky outside of what was absolutely necessary, you found yourself working late. You’d been assigned the task of forming a new team for Bucky to take to missions. 

You were working on showing them a presentation when the usual tired chatter suddenly stopped. You looked up from the computer to meet with the pair of eyes you never expected to see. Your eyes trialed down to the bouquet of flowers in his left hand. 

“I wanted to see if you had a minute.” Bucky cleared his throat. “But I can see your busy.”

“Guys, we can continue tomorrow. Go get some rest.” You dismissed the agents. 

You’d never seen them leave a room so quickly. All of their heads hung low as they passed by Bucky. 

“I came here to apologize.” Bucky brought the flowers closer to you. “I acted like a jackass and I was scared that I had feelings for you- have, have feelings for you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m going to need you to try harder.”

“I let my insecurities get ahold of my emotions and I drove you away when I clearly wanted more. I asked you to stay that night because I hate the feeling I’m left with when you leave. I want to hold you and kiss you and become something more- if you’ll have me.” Bucky’s eyes softened but you still weren’t convinced. 

Bucky placed the flowers on the table and brought you close. Taking you by the waist and setting you on the table. 

Bucky dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. “Let me show you how truly, deeply, sorry I am.”

Heat rushed from your face to your core, the sight of this man prepared to express his sorrow was enough to make you come undone.

“Buck- what if there’s someone around?” You whispered, looking around the empty building. 

“Then they’ll get the show of a lifetime because I don’t care, I want everyone to see you’re mine.” He said with a devious smile. 

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The Rev. Jerry Falwell

Featuring Rev. Jerry Falwell

Back in 1989, I was a student at Liberty University and in the office of the University president, Rev. Jerry Falwell for violating the school's personal ethics code. I got caught blowing a guy and you know who Rev. Falwell was, you know I was in trouble. Falwell was a so called champion of righteousness, waging a crusade against homosexuality so my time at Liberty was over.

With that being said, I couldn't help but admirer him. Your typical older white male in his late 50s or early 60s. He had greying hair. Not too bad, he had a cute quality to him. And if I was going out, I might as well go big and have some fun with him. I always had a thing for older guys.

I apologized, slowly licked my lips asked, "Is there something I can do to make up for the infraction?"

His face turned red and just shook his head as if there was nothing I could do. I bet he never had a man make a pass at him. His eyes quickly did a once over on me, and bingo. I do believe the good doctor here might have a thing for little ol' me.

We sat there for an awkward minute as he had his internal struggle whether to accept my proposal for sex or not. So I chose to take things to the next level as I got up and walked over to a wall with his accolades. He turned slightly in his chair, not knowing what to do next and I saw his bulge. I had him right where I wanted him I thought as I walked over to a bookcase by his desk and picked up a picture of him and who I assumed was his wife. She seemed like a hard nosed bitch.

"Is this your wife Rev. Falwell," I asked.

"Yes, we've been married for 30 years." He answered. Ah, so he's been debating if he should cheat on his wife with a young piece of ass like me.

"She seems a bit intense, no?" I asked. He chuckled and almost immediately tried to hide it. I struck a nerve. I bet she was a prude with being only for procreating. And definitely no blow-jobs.

"Does she take good care of you, Rev. Falwell?" I gently asked, placing the picture back.

He froze so I took a small step towards him, but his lower lip seem to quiver a bit. As if words were trying to be formed, but my now sexual presence was suffocating him. I took another step forward and fixed his collar of his shirt. I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Rev. Falwell, does she suck your cock every night and morning? Does she make you feel good?"

I slowly shook his head no. I smiled meekly before kneeling in front of him. I licked my lips and said, "Rev. Falwell, I need another chance. Can't you find it in your heart to give me just one more chance."

With his lips still quivering, he nodded yes as I slid my hands up and down his legs. I put on my most sincere face and thanked him while my hands slid up his body and down his legs again. On the next pass I unbuckled his belt so I could undo his pants. I slid them down and was rewarded with a pretty decent cock. It was about 7 inches, thick, veiny and most importantly, hard. I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as he shuddered in pleasure. I took in his musky smell and it felt so erotic. Then I slipped my lips over his manhood and went to work.

Rev. Falwell gripped the arms of his leather chair as I I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up at him. His glazed over eyes told me everything I needed to know. I had him right where I wanted him.

I continued my oral assault on him as I sucked him off for everything he was worth. He built enough courage to lay a hand on my shoulder and then on my head as my hands slipped under his ass so I could take him deeper. I let his cock hit the back of my throat a couple times to make that sound porn stars make in the videos. I was feeling real slutty as I released his cock from my mouth with a gasp and I jerked him off so I could catch my breathe.

"You're wife doesn't suck your cock like this does she." I asked, looking directly at him. He shook his head no as I slapped his cock against my lips and then my tongue.

Wanting to milk this old bastard and leave him wanting more, I was back to sucking and stroking his thick cock. My head bobbed as his moans got louder and louder. His hands gripped my shoulders as if he wanted me to stop but I wanted it. I wanted his cum. I wanted his satisfaction. He thrusted his hip as he could no longer hold it in anymore. With a last suck, his cock popped out of my mouth for the last time and he shot all over my face as I furiously jerked him off.

His cum sprayed all over my face and I could feel it slowly seep down it. Luckily it looked like he got everything by my eyes. I slowly opened them as I watched him panting as if he'd just ran a marathon. I licked my cum covered lips and tasted him before quickly cleaning all the cum off my face, but didn’t swallow it. Instead I moved quickly up and on top of Jerry until my face was over his. Rev. Falwell opened his mouth to say something and I started French kissing him with my mouth full of the old man’s cum.

Looking into his clear blue eyes, I saw a look of shock. Then he was surprisingly kissing me back. His tongue was every where inside my mouth, angry and as brutal as he could make it. I loved. As I wrapped my tongue around his and sucked, I could feel him swallowing his own cum as he sucked it out of my mouth.

Suddenly I felt his hand grasp my balls. I sucked in air as he tighten his grip on my tender testicles. Then as I started jerking and thrashing from the pain of his iron grip on my balls as we kissed like I had never before kissed someone. I thought he was going to rip my balls off as he squeezed and pulled on them. But a part of me love it.

When we finally broke our embrace, Jerry let go of my balls. And the moment he did that, I undid my pants and jerked them down along with my boxer shorts. My fat dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. The old man's eyes got big as he looked at my thick dick against his mouth. I didn’t think Rev. Falwell would open his mouth, but then I guess he was so horned up he didn’t know what he was doing. The next thing I knew Rev. Falwell was sucking my dick.

I felt wonderful. But even better to look down at Rev. Jerry Falwell, the fundamentalist preacher who founded the Moral Majority while he had my dick in his mouth. I got so excited that I shot off. He gagged and tried to spit my dick out but I forced my dick in him, and made him swallow the entire load before pulling it out.

Needless to say, I wasn't kicked out of school that day.

[thegreenmetblue]

StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo

Best Friend’s Dad

Everyday after school, Peter comes to Harley’s house. Is he doing it because Harley is his best friend ? 20% yes. Is he doing it because Harley’s dad has been Peter’s crush since he was 6 years old ? 80% yes.

But Peter noticed that this past year, Tony started to look at him a bit more, a bit differently.

As the little shit he is, Peter can’t miss this opportunity. What ? He’s been waiting way too long for this.

So he start dressing a little slutty, he starts lounging a bit their touches, he lets himself blush under Tony’s gaze a bit more. He even writes small unsigned notes but Tony will know.

Tony slowly becomes crazy, Peter senses than the man won’t resist long.

Peter’s little sadist game last three weeks. Until a saturday morning where Harley still was asleep, and where Peter is almost thrown on the kitchen counter.

“Took you long enough. Thought you’d never do it.”, Peter says, breathless, cheeks red.

“Oh you tested me long enough you little shit. Now it’s my turn to test you. C’mon, shirt off.”

for @starkerfestivals 💖

[splatooshy]

NEVER HAVE I EVER // MYSTIC FALLS GANG + MIKAELSONS

aka the ‘slutty damon salvatore’ agenda. set around s3?

“Never have I ever slept with a Salvatore,” Bonnie says, pleased with herself as she grins pointedly at Elena and Caroline. As expected, they both drink, along with Rebekah and Katherine, and to everyone’s surprise, Klaus, Kol, and Elijah.

Damon’s eyes go wide, before he shouts “BINGO!”, drawing everyone’s puzzled attention onto him. “I’ve got the full set,” he announces proudly, and receives even more confused looks in return. “I’ve slept with all of the living Mikaelsons,” he explains, before narrowing his eyes, “unless you have another sibling stashed away somewhere,” he says accusingly, visibly relaxing when Klaus (as keeper of the caskets) shakes his head.

“No, darling,” Kol purrs, eyeing the elder Salvatore seductively, mostly to see which entertaining reactions he can pull from the doppelgänger. “Just us four left. Now tell us, who was the best? It was me, right?” He asks with a wide grin.

Stefan, staring gobsmacked at Klaus, asks him, “When was this?” Klaus smirks back. “Just a one night stand before we met, Rippah.” Damon rolls his eyes and interjects, “Like 1860, Stef. No need to get jealous - it was long before we turned.”

Elena eventually manages to gather her wits, eyes flickering around the room as she digests this newest information dump. “I’m sorry, what?!” She asks, shooting both Salvatores a hurt glare. “Since when are you two gay?” Stefan frowns. “I’m not?” He says, at the same time Damon says “Since never?”

“B-but…. Why?” Elena asks, disgust evident in her tone.

Damon pulls a face. “Look at them,” he points, the ‘duh’ implied, and Stefan nods along as his brother continues. “Why not? I highly recommend it.”

Pouting because his question remains unanswered, Kol asks again, “So, Damon, now that you’ve had the pleasure of bedding each of us, who’s your favourite?” Katherine snorts at the puppy dog eyes and fluttering lashes Kol gives. “Elijah,” Damon instantly says, tossing a saucy little wink towards the eldest Original.

“What? Why?” Kol whines, so not okay with being outdone by his big brother. “Well,” Damon starts, slowly trailing a finger around the rim of his glass, “for starters, have you seen how hard—“

“That’s enough, Damon!” Elijah says, blushing furiously. Damon looks back, innocently. “I was just gonna say how hardworking you are.” Turning back to the group, Damon grins deviously. “Plus, he’s got a huge co- “LALALALA,” Rebekah covers her ears in disgust.

“Collection of suits…” Damon trails off. “But seriously, that dick though…” He’s interrupted by a large hand slapping over his mouth, but he just licks it away. “I mean, what a ride.”

[gabessquishytum]

student dream who puts on an act of being sort of slutty and a guy who sleeps around so that when he hits on his professor dr gadling, maybe he’ll get the impression if he fucks dream once it’ll be non committal and not a big deal. except that dream is a clueless virgin who’s never even been kissed and is just trying to imitate what he’s seen desire do

(dealers choice for if he puts on the act well and actually fools hob until after they’ve slept together and he gets to reveal it to hob after that he was a virgin, earning the whole “i was way too rough on you!! you should’ve said something!!” conversation, or if he does it horribly and hob isn’t stupid and catches on. or maybe hob does catch on that dream is clueless but still fucks him anyway because it gives him an easy excuse to be a bad guy)

I really love this whole idea of Dream pretending to be soooo experienced, he's practically fucked the whole department already, so it really wouldn't be so bad if Professor Gadling had a go with him too, right? He's just finishing Dream’s bingo card off for him before he graduates...

But the moment they get kissing and undressing each other, Hob knows. Dream doesn't know where to put his hands, his mouth is clumsy, he stalls for time a bit. But maybe Hob isn't such a good guy, so he doesn't tell Dream to stop. He nudges him, encourages him, manhandles him a little. Dream is in way over his head but he grits his teeth - he can't give up, his pride won't allow it.

He gives Hob the worst blowjob ever, and the only reason Hob manages to cum is because it's so bad, it's good? Like, he just thinks about how Dream is obviously a virgin and that's enough to make it good. Dream looks up hoping for praise, with cum slopping out of his mouth, and Hob just chuckles softly.

"Poor darling, did no one ever teach you what to do with that pretty mouth? What was even the point of you coming to uni?" He pushes the cum into Dream’s mouth with his fingers and cooes at him softly. "I'll teach you, love. I'll make you the whore that you obviously want to be."

And he uses Dream’s tight little virgin hole until its sloppy and gaping, as it should be <333

[dramioneasks]

Halloween Fics 2023:

Adoration by flowerfem - E, 31 chapters - Hermione needed time out of Wizarding London and a move to the English countryside in the Fall was just what she wanted. Upon discovering Draco Malfoy was her neighbor, running an apple orchard next door, she realized she had no idea what she wanted. The season was sure to hold rainy days, carved pumpkins, and of course some magic. Buckle up for some fluffy, cozy Dramione goodness. Brief appearances by our favorite Slytherins and Gryffindors. This does get a little angsty in the middle, but rest assured this is HEA at its finest. (pumpkin) Spice throughout but chapters will be marked that have smut. Written for Flufftober Challenge 2023; new post every day of October

Double, Double Slytherin Trouble by kid_n_the_hall, Wanderingfair - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione's pre-dance snogging is interrupted by two Slytherins who can't wait to show the couple their Halloween costumes.

What Lurks Inside the Corn Maze by erininoctober - M, one-shot - Struggling to stay on top of her classwork, Harry and Ron convince Hermione to take a break and join them for some pre-Halloween festivities.

The Muggle Haunted House by GreenInk_RedLetters - T, one-shot - How the hell Draco Malfoy had ended up in a Muggle Haunted House of all places was a query he'd been pondering over rather seriously for the better part of the last hour. Even more so as he side eyed another bloody animatronic skeleton, willing it with his eyes alone to jump out like the last several death traps had. Pure fluffy humor and Halloween fun as Draco Malfoy is *forced* to attend a Muggle Haunted House with his son. A snapshot in time (a pixar short if you will) of how I imagine the supposed outing if Dramione were endgame.

All Hallow's Eve by skeytchy - M, one-shot - Present-day | Middle-aged Draco and Hermione decide to jump on a Muggle movie reference bandwagon for Halloween, only to run afoul of old fears and insecurities. Featuring: - An ill-fated Barbie costume - Domestic fluff and double entendres - Married people who still like each other??

Lesson number one by thatblondebitvh - E, one-shot - The Halloween party takes an unexpected turn for Hermione. [Draco/Hermione/Theo]

Candy and Love by VicUreno_12 - not rated, one-shot - Draco Malfoy just wanted to attend trick or teat. And when he gets the chance. He meets the love of his love. A muggle girl that he gives his chocolate bar and heart to. Will he ever find her again? Maybe in the walls of Hogwarts.

Sex and Candy - Kinktober ‘23 by undercoverdrxco - E, 17 chapters - For Kinktober, I have put together a kink bingo card that I will be challenging myself with! Expanding my horizons one kink at a time. - A collection of unrelated PWP to celebrate Kinktober the right way with Hermione and Draco -

That One Night That Hermione Granger Dressed Up As Wednesday Addams by allyseisfalling - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger dresses up as a slutty Wednesday Addams at a Muggle-themed Hogwarts Halloween Party. [Draco/Hermione/Theo]

A Truly Maleficent Trick or Treating by Mariana_Monteverde - T, one-shot - 31st October 2006 | Scorpius's first trick or treating or the day Draco learns something new about his wife.

[idabbleincrazy]

Not Whole Without (2/2)

Fandom: Smallville/Dark Knight Trilogy

Rating: E

Pairing: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 6590

Warnings: pwp, shameless smut, mini-orgy, oral fingering, double oral penetration, double blowjobs, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, deep throating, come swallowing, come eating, come sharing, rimming, anal fingering, anal, spit-roasting, slutty Clark, subby Bruce, top Clark, top Lex, bottom Bruce, bottom Lex, cum-drunk Bruce,

Summary: Trust Lex to know just what they all need.

A/N: wow, I can't believe my first Clex+Bruce fic so very smutty. 😅 Also, I failed to mention it last time, but I picture this Bruce as Christian Bale's Batman from The Dark Knight trilogy. I probably will most times that I write for him.

Squares Filled: "Are we gonna do this, or has this all been a complete waste of time?", Oral fingering or Object Insertion, Sex with a couple/sex with friends/sex with strangers/sex with an ex, Strip tease or DP in one hole, "I've gotten rusty in my abstinence.", Accidental Confession or First Kiss ( @julybreakbingo ) Unsure Kiss, Forming a Triad, Spit-roasting, Non-binary/Polyamorus/Pansexual ( @fandom-free-bingo Pride Edition)

Clark let Lex lead him into their bedroom, the sound of Bruce's heartbeat slowly following behind. 

"Lex, are you sure about this?"

Stopping the both of them beside the bed, Lex turned around to face Clark full-on. There was no mistaking how turned on the older man was, his eyes dark and stormy, slacks tented painfully. But, there was still tenderness radiating from his gaze, a gentle understanding at the way Clark was reeling from this turn of events. 

"Clark, if you, at any time, don't want this, all you have to do is say so." Lex's gaze flicked over his shoulder, and Clark could hear Bruce's heartbeat looming a few feet behind him, the door closing with an almost silent snick. "He'll leave the moment you ask him to. Or the moment I do."

Clark wanted Bruce to take that last step between them, to reach out and touch him; his arm, the back of his neck. But he knew he wouldn't. Bruce always put too much stock in boundary lines. So, Clark turned instead, Lex's hand still in his, his ballast in this uncharted water. Bruce stood there, barely a foot away, his face hardly different from when he gazed out over his city from beneath his cowl. Except for his eyes. 

Those ocean-blue irises and blown pupils spoke of the emotion the man fought to hide; hunger, a need so deep, Clark didn't know how the human didn't buckle under its power. He wanted him, them?, too. More than just the aching desire that bulged between his legs. He wanted to be with them. 

"Bruce?" 

"I'm sorry, Clark." Bruce's voice, while not quite the rumbling timbre of Batman, was still husky as he finally spoke. "I never should have let myself become so attached to you. It was a bad idea from the start, offering myself as your mentor. But I had to know; needed to see what it was about you that had Lex so enraptured, needed to know why you succeeded where so many have failed. And once I did, how could I not fall?"

Clark felt himself blush; belatedly. Letting Bruce watch Lex go down on him, nothing. Hearing Bruce speak so tenderly, like a freaking beacon. This was the Bruce he rarely got to see, the Bruce that had his heart wrenching in distress as it fought to reconcile his love for Lex with his growing affection for his partner in crime-fighting. Clark stepped closer to Bruce, lifting his free hand to his cheek. Softer than he expected, with a hint of stubble scratching lightly against his palm. He watched Bruce's eyes, looking for any sign of rejection, finding none. 

Lex heaved a sigh, his patience worn thin.

"Are we gonna do this, or has this all been a complete waste of time?" He let go of Clark's hand and stepped around him, slipping his tie from around his collar as he maneuvered himself between them, his chest pressing against both of their sides. "Clark, really, you're making this so much more of a production than it needs to be. After six months of learning everything there is to know about Clark Kent, Bruce has inevitably found himself very nearly as much in love with you as I am. And, inadvertently, fell in love with me all over again. You, a man of impeccable taste in men, if not attire, couldn't help but find yourself growing enamored with the enigmatic, brilliant, devilishly handsome man who showed you the ropes of do-gooding and gave you all the helpful advice you could ever seek, even as you tore yourself up about having such feelings for anyone other than me. Even though those feelings never lessened in the company of these new ones. And me, well, you know me, Clark. I don't let just anyone in, and when I do, they're in my heart forever. He wants us, Clark. Both of us. Just let yourself have this. We can work out the details along the way, like we always do."

Clark, his hand still cupping Bruce's cheek, looked over at Lex, gauging his sincerity. It helped that Lex admitted to having feelings for Bruce, too. And there didn't seem to be any trace of a lie in his eyes, eyes that were more open and unguarded than they ever were when he was just trying to get his way. This was more than Lex being horny and looking for a threesome. 

Turning back to Bruce, Clark leaned in slowly, encouraged as he saw Bruce's eyes flick down to his encroaching mouth. Hesitantly, he closed the small gap between them, pressing their lips together. And everything just clicked, the rightness of it all. The press of Lex's body along his side, his hand resting against the small of his back, Bruce's mouth beneath his, warm and unexpectedly pliant, his hand coming up to cup the back of his head. As Bruce's lips parted for his inquisitive tongue, Clark thought maybe, just maybe, this could actually work. And that was the last thought on the subject he was going to allow himself for the night as the taste of Bruce, of whiskey and cool night air, burst on his tastebuds. 

All too soon, Lex tugged at his jaw, and wasn't it a testament to how lost in the kiss he was that Lex hadn't hurt himself with the action, pulled him to his own mouth, lips crushing to his in a bruising, fleeting kiss. A swipe of his tongue over Clark's lips and a growl of hunger, and then he released Clark's chin, turning to Bruce and pulling him into a devouring kiss. Panting, Clark watched the two billionaires, his cock giving a painful throb of reminder. 

Bruce came to life under Lex's mouth, teeth nipping at Lex's lip. Apparently, the brunette had been coiled tight, allowing Clark to lead, take those first tentative steps; now he'd snapped, his free arm wrapping around Lex's waist and crushing the bald man to him, his other hand still carding through Clark's hair, possibly tugging harshly at the strands ineffectively, as his tongue delved into Lex's gasping mouth. God, they were beautiful together. Clark could come just watching them, and if he and Lex had looked anything like that, Bruce had more self-control than he realized. 

He watches them struggle for control of the kiss, neither one gaining the upper hand for more than a few seconds. Bruce's hand is no longer in his hair, instead joining the other in his mad scrabble to relieve Lex of his suit. Lex's jacket is stripped off his shoulders, tossed carelessly to the floor. Buttons ping as Bruce rips his lilac shirt open, revealing a pale, hairless chest. 

"You're paying for that", Lex growls through the panting breaths he's taking, pushing Bruce back towards the wall beside the bed. "Christ, Bruce…bastard!" 

"Name calling will get you nowhere, Luthor." Bruce is smiling at Lex smugly, his voice pitched to Batman. 

Lex snarls at him and redirects his attention back to Clark, pulling him into a kiss no less devouring, albeit less violent, than the one he'd just shared with Bruce. 

"Get naked, Clark, while I ready Bruce for his welcome into our bed."

Clark nodded dumbly, loosening his tie at human speed as Lex stalked back to where Bruce stood, shedding his ruined shirt along the way. 

Lex stepped up to Bruce and began working the buttons of his crisp white button down, taking the care Bruce hadn't bothered with. 

"You left me." Lex's voice was dangerous, and Clark caught Bruce's face soften at the sound of it, his eyes reflecting regret. "You told me you loved me, and then you left me."

Bruce let Lex finish removing his shirt, then caught his wrists tightly, tugging the slimmer man flush against him.

"I had to, Lex. God, I never wanted to leave you, but I needed to get away from Gotham, from the life that was set before me by my parents. I'm sorry I left you to Lionel's tender mercies, but you were too young. I couldn't legally take you with me. And now, I'm glad I left you behind."

"What?"

Bruce brushed a soft kiss across Lex's mouth and turned him around to face Clark, who had stripped out of his shirt and was working on his pants, the button popped, boxers visible where the placket gaped open as his hands stilled momentarily.

"Look what you found while I was away. Clark protected you in a way I never could." Bruce grazed his lips against the sensitive skin behind Lex's ear as he spoke, and Clark watched the shudder run through Lex's slim, pale body. Bruce's eyes caught Clark's, and he let one hand drift down Lex's bare chest to slip beneath his trousers, eliciting a gasp when his fingers wrapped around the solid flesh. "If you had come with me, you never would have fallen in love with him; and neither would I. We would've been missing him, without even being able to understand why we felt that way."

Clark continues undressing as the two older men watch, pushing pants and boxers down his legs and stepping out of the puddle of fabric at his feet. His cock is hard and leaking and curved up to his stomach, and he lets a hand drift down to stroke himself, needing to keep his mind free of the thoughts he promised himself he wouldn't allow to intrude on this night of passion. 

"Fuck, Lex", Bruce groans in Lex's ear, the hand down his pants rubbing teasingly along the hard shaft it's holding. "He's so beautiful. Just like you. Watching the two of you out there, that was the hottest thing I've seen in years. I could almost feel you, when your mouth was around him; I remember how perfect your mouth always was."

"Not as good as his, Bruce, trust me. It's like he was made for it. Almost impossible to make him gag, and he can hold his breath for so fucking long." 

"Well, we'll just have to put that to the test, won't we?" Clark watched Bruce's arm flex, his hidden hand eliciting a drawn-out groan from Lex. "Now, weren't we supposed to be holding off on all the emotional parts for later?"

"Yeah, well, you know me, Bruce. I rarely take my own advice. But don't worry, we're back on track now." And with that, Lex forced himself to pull away from Bruce's grasp, walking the few steps to where Clark stood. "Wanna see if you can take us both, Clark? See if that sweet mouth can stretch wide enough to fit two cocks?"

Clark groaned at the thought of that, and nodded, squeezing his hand around the base of his cock to hold back the sudden urge to come. Lex grinned and pulled him into a quick and dirty kiss. Releasing Clark, he swiftly undid his slacks, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. 

Bruce stepped up beside Lex, fully naked now, and Clark spared a second to lament missing the slow reveal of the thick, hard cock that jutted out from his groin. Lex lifted his hand and pressed two fingers to Clark's lips, pushing forward as he opened his mouth for them. 

"Bruce, want a preview?" Lex raised an eyebrow and gestured between Bruce's hand and Clark's mouth. Bruce took the hint and slid his own fore and middle finger into Clark's mouth beside Lex's. "Suck them, Clark. Show Bruce how it's going to feel when you're wrapped around our dicks." 

Clark obeyed readily, taking the four digits in as deep as he could, suckling them without a care for the noise he made. He felt Lex stretch his fingers out towards his cheek, the nails brushing against the back of his throat, almost tickling. Bruce groaned as Clark hollowed his cheeks, suctioning around the digits pressing against his tongue, thrusting his gently deeper, testing Clark. 

"Jesus, Lex, you weren't kidding."

"Uh huh. Add another. Let him get used to the stretch a bit." 

Bruce pulled his fingers back, adding his ring finger on the next slide in. Clark gagged a little at the added girth, but quickly managed to adjust, sucking just as eagerly at the new addition. He lapped his tongue over whatever flesh he could reach, his mind filling with images of both mens cocks taking the place of the spit-slick digits. His cock throbbed and he let out a pleading whine. 

Lex took pity and removed his fingers, nudging Bruce to do the same when the brunette continued to finger the shiny mouth. 

"Kneel for us, baby."

Clark dropped to his knees and didn't bother waiting for Lex's next instruction, immediately flicking his tongue out over the leaking head of Lex's cock. Lex moaned at the light touch and angled himself against Clark's side to be able to slide his cock into the wet heat of his mouth and leave room for Bruce to do the same. Bruce mirrored his stance on the other side, a loud, guttural sound falling from his mouth as he eased his cock in beside Lex's. 

Clark let his eyes fall closed as two hands gripped at his hair, moving into their guidance so they wouldn't hurt themselves trying. The feeling of two thick cocks pushing deep into his slackened mouth, of two fat cockheads pressing against the back of his throat, had his arousal surging, and he thrust his own neglected cock into the empty air, struggling not to touch himself. If he did, he would come, and he wasn't exactly sure he wouldn't inflict some serious damage on both men if he lost control of his muscles. 

"God, Clark. You're amazing." Bruce was panting above him; Clark could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he thrust deeper into the tightness of his throat. He thrilled at knowing he was able to generate such a reaction from the normally reserved man. "Such a beautiful cocksucker. Fuck, Lex, how do you ever get anything done, knowing you can have this any time you want?"

"It's a hardship, I know. Next time, I'll let you have the full experience." Lex guided Clark's mouth all the way down their girthy shafts, his free hand coming to soothe Clark's throat as he struggled to relax his gag reflex. "How's your stamina these days, Bruce? If you're one and done, pull out now, 'cause I want you hard when we fuck you."

Clark felt Bruce shudder, a spurt of pre-come sliding down his throat. 

"I can go as many times as you need me, Lex. Trust me, after six months of restraint, there's plenty in my reserves."

Clark forced his eyes open as he felt both cocks thicken further, and pulled back along their throbbing lengths, wanting to see and taste them as they came. He had timed it perfectly, just as he had the tips of both cocks pressed against his tongue, Bruce stiffened beside him, a drawn-out growl falling from his lips as his orgasm hit him. Lex thrust his cock into the cum coating Clark's tongue, leaning towards Bruce to mouth at his neck and cry out his own release. Clark felt his own aching cock spurt at the taste of their combined spend, and forced himself to keep his jaw slack as he came. 

As their climaxes ended and Clark regained his control, he cleaned away every trace of cum from their still-hard cocks, suckling the head of each in turn as he released them. Licking his lips as he looked up at them from beneath his lashes and unruly bangs, he was surprised to find himself pulled up to his feet by Bruce and drawn into a hungry kiss. 

Bruce groaned at the taste of himself and Lex on Clark's tongue as he suckled the wet muscle. He had to admit, the mix was a heady one, and further proof that the three of them made the perfect combination. His hand slid from where it was gripping Clark's bicep, down his chest into the rivulets of Clark's own release. Trailing his fingers through the sticky drops, he gathered up a good glob of it and raised it to their joined mouths. The addition of Clark's cum to the traces of his and Lex's, had Bruce amending his previous sentiment; this was the perfect combination. 

Reaching out his free hand, he sought out Lex, pulling him into the kiss, both him and Clark turning their heads to awkwardly lap at his mouth, bringing more of Clark's spend up for Lex to lick away from both their lips. 

Unable to wait any more, Bruce broke the three-way kiss and pushed Clark backwards onto the bed, thankful for Lex's need to over-indulge with certain things. Climbing up after him, Bruce settled between Clark's spread legs, leaning over him to lap up the sticky remnants of his cum from his abdomen. Clark was still hard, even after two orgasms, the thick length shiny with trails of spend, and Bruce trailed his mouth down to the ruddy appendage. He felt the bed dip, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Lex bending over Clark to whisper something in his ear before capturing his mouth, muffling the moan Bruce caused as he slid his tongue teasingly over the plummy head of his cock. 

Cleaning away the last traces of cum, Bruce sat up, watching the pair kiss, Lex's hands braced against the mattress either side of Clark's head as one of Clark's giant hands cupped the back of Lex's neck, the other dipping down between Lex's legs to play and tease. With his cock eager to get to his promised fucking, Bruce interrupted them.

"As much as I enjoy watching the two of you, Lex, I remember you saying something about the two of you fucking me?"

Both heads whipped towards him, their eyes exuding hunger he was sure was reflected by his own gaze. Lex pulled away and shuffled around on the overly large bed as Clark stood back up. Lex tugged Bruce to the center of the mattress, urging him onto his hands and knees. 

"I'm going to take your mouth, Bruce, and Clark's going to take your ass." Bruce couldn't hold back the shudder of arousal at that, the thought of being speared between the two of them testing his control. "Tell me, though, for prep, would you prefer familiar, or new?"

Much as he had always loved the way Lex opened him up the few times he had bottomed for him, Bruce couldn't pass up the opportunity to feel Clark's fingers stretching him. 

"New." He looked up at Lex, and knew he hadn't offended him with his decision. There would be time for all permutations of their coupling, and none of them would ever intentionally make one of the others feel left out. 

Lex smirked and looked over Bruce's shoulder.

"Clark…"

The bed dipped behind Bruce and he felt Clark's weight settle between his legs, his hands gripping his thighs and spreading them wider. Bruce hummed softly as he felt Clark's hands slide up his thighs to cup the globes of his ass, spreading the cheeks apart. He hadn't felt this vulnerable in so long, even longer since he felt so completely safe at the same time. 

"How long has it been, Bruce?" Lex's smile had softened slightly as he watched Bruce's reactions. 

"Years. Not…I haven't bottomed since you."

"We'll have to get you nice and stretched, then, won't we?" Bruce groaned as Lex's words were accompanied by the first brush of Clark's finger over his puckered hole. "You'll enjoy this, Bruce; I know I always do."

When the finger moved away, Bruce expected the tell-tale sound of a bottle opening; it never came. Instead, Clark shifted between his legs, and he let out a loud yelp as Clark's tongue swiped over the furled ring of muscle. Lex chuckled and bent down to kiss him, his tongue delving into Bruce's mouth to smother his moan as he let his eyes flutter shut. He had never thought Clark would rim him without some serious begging and convincing. For him to do so unbidden, on their first night together, showed him that Clark really was more like himself and Lex than he had realized. 

Bruce was breathless when Lex broke the kiss, Clark's tongue swirling over his hole sloppily and noisily. His cock throbbed between his legs, his earlier climax barely making a difference with the way the two men were driving him wild. He knew Clark could hear how fast his heart was thumping, hell, he could probably smell how hot for it he was. 

Lex watched as Clark rimmed Bruce, his cock aching in remembrance of his own experiences of that sinful tongue slowly working him open. 

"Christ, Clark. I never realized how hot you look like this. You are never eating my ass from behind again if you look anything like this." Clark moaned from between Bruce's spread cheeks, the action drawing a similar response from the older man beneath him. "On my back, from now on, so I can watch you getting me all wet and stretched for you. Fuck, I'm going to suck your cock, Clark."

Bruce forced his eyes open as he felt Lex moving around, twisting his head over his shoulder to watch the lithe man lay down on his back under Clark. A rumbling vibration against his asshole alerted him to the moment Lex had taken Clark's cock into his mouth, and he pushed back against Clark's slick mouth, needing more. 

"Clark, please. Fuck, feel so good; need you in me."

Clark obliged, his tongue stiffening to prod into Bruce's loosening hole. Between the dark taste of Bruce on his tongue and the feel of Lex's warm mouth around his cock, he knew he would come again before he finished preparing the brunette that writhed beneath him. 

Lex took as much of Clark's cock down his throat as he could manage, his tongue laving along the girthy shaft. Stretching out a hand, he wrapped his fingers around Bruce's hard length, stroking it in time to Clark's thrusts into his mouth. 

"Oh, God, Lex! You are evil, after all. Fuck, tighter, Lex." Bruce thrust his hips, pushing into the tight grip of Lex's hand, and back onto Clark exploring tongue. He cried out in pleasure as he felt Clark easing a finger into him beside his tongue, the thick digit tugging at his rim. "Shit! Yeah, Clark, like that. More. Want you, Clark."

Clark felt his third orgasm surging fast despite his previous releases as he slid another finger into Bruce, stretching them out to flick his tongue deeper into the warm passage. Lex was swallowing around him, his muffled grunts vibrating along his shaft, and he could hear the slick sounds of skin on skin as Lex jerked himself and Bruce off. Scraping his teeth over the edge of Bruce's rim, he felt him stiffen suddenly, his hole spasming around him as the older brunette came with a shout. Pulling away with one last noisy lick of his tongue, Clark focused on fucking the mouth that still worked his cock. 

"Jesus, fuck, Clark! Lex! Want you." 

Bruce rode out his climax on Clark's fingers, a particularly large spurt of cum bursting forth as he thrust back on the thick digits, feeling the tips prodding against his prostate. Clark continued stretching him as he sought his own release down Lex's throat, the bed shaking from their efforts. 

Lex let go of Bruce's sticky cock, his cum-slick hand immediately pulled up to Clark's mouth, his other hand speeding along his aching shaft as he felt Clark's tongue laving away Bruce's spend. Between the sounds of Bruce fucking himself on Clark's fingers, the feel of Clark's thickening cock stretching his throat, and Clark's wet tongue licking between his fingers, Lex let his climax wash over him, his screaming of pleasure muffled by Clark's thrusting length. 

A light spatter of cum landed on Clark's lower back as Lex came, and Clark stilled above the two mortal men, cock and fingers buried deeply in mouth and ass as his own orgasm was triggered by the tightening of Lex's throat around him. 

"Oh, God! Lex…Bruce…so fucking good. So perfect. Love your mouth, Lex." Clark babbled as he came down Lex's swallowing throat, this orgasm more intense than the last. "And, God, Bruce, your ass…so fucking sweet, so tight. Lex and I are going to be fighting over who gets to work you open every time we fuck."

Lex let his released hand slide over Clark's chest as he rode out his release, fingers pinching taut nipples, relishing the slide of thick cum down his throat. Finally, as his and Clark's climaxes subsided, Clark easing his cock from Lex's abused throat. Lex squirmed out from beneath him, licking up his own cum from Clark's backside as he kneeled up on the bed. 

"Goddamn, I love your cock, Clark." Lex scooped up the bottle of lube he had set aside, handing it to Clark as he clambered up the bed to kneel in front of Bruce. Leaning down, he kissed Bruce soundly, sharing the lingering taste of their Kryptonian partner. "And, trust me, Bruce, so will you. Still up for another round?"

"I'm insulted you think you even have to ask, Lex. Believe me, if his cock feels anywhere as good as his fingers, I'm not waiting."

Bruce moaned in remorse as he felt Clark's fingers slip out of him, but the sound of a bottle snicking open behind him sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. With Clark unable to contract human diseases, and Lex's mutated healing, Bruce knew condoms would never be an issue, and he didn't think he'd want Clark fucking him any other way than bareback. He felt Clark reach beneath him, slick fingers stroking his cock back to full hardness in a matter of seconds. Lex, himself, was only half-hard, and Bruce couldn't wait to feel that long, slim cock growing thicker along his tongue. 

"Gonna fuck you so hard." Clark's voice was it's Superman rumble, confident and commanding, as he leaned over and pressed heated kisses along Bruce's back. Bruce could feel the thick shaft of his cock rubbing between his cheeks, and his cock twitched hard. "Six months, Bruce, six months of imagining this, thinking I could never have it. Ask Lex how explosive it was when we finally came together."

"God, I thought we were going to bring the mansion crumbling down around us." Lex leered down at Bruce. "I felt him for days, he fucked me so good."

"Jesus. Clark, stop teasing. In me, now." Bruce let his voice growl, urgency driving him to the animal side of himself he reigned in so tightly. "Take me, both of you."

Clark groaned and slicked his cock quickly, notching the head at Bruce's relaxed pucker, watching Lex. As Lex pressed his own cock past Bruce's lips, Clark thrust slowly forward, the two of them skewering their new lover simultaneously. The head of his cock popped past the first ring of muscle, and Clark fought not to thrust completely into the tight heat of Bruce's ass. Bruce groaned around Lex's cock, pushing back against Clark's piercing cock despite the burn of the stretch. 

Lex pulled his cock out briefly as Bruce strove to take all of Clark's long, thick cock, wondering if his face looked so blissed out every time Clark fucked him. When he saw that Bruce's ass was flush against Clark's groin, Clark's hands soothing along Bruce's sides as the older man adjusted to the girth, Lex thrust his cock back into Bruce's mouth, sliding the length slowly down until Bruce's nose was buried in the sparse auburn curls around his base. God, he'd missed this mouth; no less perfect than Clark's and uniquely sublime in a completely different way than his Kryptonian lover's. 

Pulling out halfway, Clark thrust back in, angling his cock to rub over Bruce's prostate, his enhanced vision tuning in to guide the way. 

"Fuck, Bruce. Your ass is so fucking amazing. So tight and hot." Clark's hands slid down Bruce's back to grip tightly at his hips, shifting him between himself and Lex to start a rocking rhythm. "Gonna tie both of you down one night, just take turns fucking each of you 'till you can't even sit down at a board meeting without thinking of my cock filling you up. Christ, how did either of you ever get anything done? Lex, can you manage another after you come in his mouth? I wanna fuck you, too."

Lex groaned loudly and thrust deeper into Bruce's lax throat, somewhat surprised by just how horny Clark was tonight. 

"Jesus Christ, I can sure as hell try, Clark. God, even if I don't come, I'm not saying no to having your dick split me open." Lex heard Bruce grunt around his cock and looked down, thrilled at the way their conversation was clearly driving him crazy. He cupped Bruce's cheek, drawing his gaze up to his smirking face. "Maybe I'll even slide my cock into Bruce's dripping hole while you do. Let you fuck me into him, your cum easing the way."

Bruce shuddered, a full body convulsion, and came. He felt his face heat slightly in shame at his total loss of control, but he couldn't stop the sudden orgasm that rocketed through him, huge spurts of cum soaking the already damp comforter. 

Clark growled as Bruce clamped down around him, the already tight passage now squeezing him enough that it would have been painful for a human. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fought not to immediately follow Bruce into orgasm as the brunette writhed and shook in his grip. 

"Guess you liked that idea, eh, Brucie? Made you pop like a pricked balloon. And still so good about the teeth, even in the throes of pleasure."

Lex slipped his fingers through Bruce's hair, tugging him along the shaft of his throbbing cock, eager to come. The thought of him and Clark filling Bruce's mouth and ass with their spend had him hard as a rock. These two men were proving to be better aphrodisiacs than anything he'd ever happened across. Feeling the head of his cock slip down into Bruce's throat, Lex let his head fall back on his shoulders and thrust his hips in aborted movements, fucking the tight passage with abandon as his climax coursed through him. 

Bruce gulped the sticky fluid eagerly, still reeling from his own release, the constant pressure of Clark's cick against his prostate keeping his own erection from flagging. He licked up along the shaft as Lex withdrew, heady from the taste and the rapid-succession orgasms. He felt almost high, euphoric like that really good batch of X Lex had cooked up for fun that one summer. After six months of forgoing even masturbating - a deluded attempt to abate all thoughts of Clark beyond the professional - and years since he'd been on the receiving end of any kind of sex outside of a quick, perfunctory blowjob, his hormones were going a little berserk. 

"God, Bruce, didn't know you were such a slut for cock, coming at just the thought of Lex fucking you while you're still full of my cum. You're just full of surprises, aren't you, baby?"

Clark rode Bruce's ass harder, chasing his own release now, desperate for it, some Kryptonian instinct driving him to claim this new addition to their bed, just as he had needed to claim Lex their first time. He felt his cock twitch hard, thickening further inside the clutching hole, and roared out his need as he came. Ropes of cum jettisoned from his pulsing cock, filling Bruce so quickly that he could feel it seep out around his cock after the first few spurts. He wondered if Bruce would let them plug him after Lex fucked him? The thought of keeping Bruce stretched and ready for them, slick with their seed and his belly bulging from the excessive fluid, triggered another load of cum, and he thanked his alien physiology that he couldn't have an aneurysm from overexertion. 

As his climax finally receded, Clark eased his cock slowly from Bruce's reddened, leaking hole, reluctant to leave the tight ass that had given him so much pleasure, but eager to sink himself into Lex. He knew there was always great pleasure to be had there, as well. By the way Bruce's weight sagged in his grip, he knew he was the only thing keeping the nearly spent human from collapsing to the mattress in a limp sprawl.

"Jesus, Clark. I knew you'd be good at that, but that was beyond anything I could have imagined." 

Lex chuckled at Bruce's slurred voice, knowing his once-ex was officially cum-drunk. He quickly maneuvered Bruce up the bed so that he lay on his side, facing him, his head cushioned on one of the plush pillows. He laid out beside him, leaning in to kiss him languidly as he felt Clark spoon up beside him. One more round, and they would no doubt fall asleep just like this, covered in each other's sweat, saliva, and semen. Lex would grumble when he woke up sticky, but he knew Clark would kiss away any complaints and swiftly remind him why it was a good idea at the time. 

"God, you're still so beautiful when you come, Bruce. Though I hadn't realized you'd become a hair-trigger."

"I've gotten rusty in my abstinence. I can't believe I came so quick, without even being touched. Your sailor mouth I'm used to," Bruce flashed Lex a pointed look, before casting his gaze over Lex's shoulder, "but hearing you talk like that, Clark, I couldn't hold back."

"I liked it. I like knowing that you're so hot for me, for Lex, that you can't help yourself. Lex knows." Clark bit lightly at Lex's neck, eliciting a deep groan. 

"Oh, yeah. Our boy gets extra hot knowing he can turn me into a puddle of goo with just a well-placed suggestion, or a teasing touch. That shy, reserved farm-boy-turned-reporter doesn't exist when it comes to sex. Now, you gonna fuck me, Clark, or am I going to have to fuck Bruce with my own strength?"

Clark barked a laugh and reached for the lube he'd set between them. He poured the slightest amount of lube onto Lex's cock, knowing Bruce was plenty stretched and wet. Slicking up his fingers, he slid his hand down between Lex's firm cheeks, finding his tight hole practiced ease. Lex let out a whine of pleasure as Clark rubbed a finger around his rim, slipping the digit in slowly as the furl loosened. 

As Clark worked him open, Lex gripped Bruce's outer thigh, tugging him closer so that Lex was slotted between his legs. He draped the leg over his and Clark's hips, leaving the older man spread open. Thrusting back onto Clark's questing fingers, his cock slid down between Bruce's legs, behind his nearly depleted sac, to nestle into the opening of his twitching hole. Lex could feel Clark's cum dripping from the used hole, and he moaned at the slick warmth that trickled down his shaft. He was tempted to thrust himself into the brunette to the hilt, but knew he wouldn't have to wait long for Clark's invading cock to push him into Bruce. 

As if he'd suddenly gained telepathy, Clark removed his fingers, quickly replacing them with his cock. Lex let his head fall back against Clark's shoulder with a loud groan as he was filled completely in a single thrust. It hurt, but in the best way, his cock twitching where it was held in place against Bruce's stretched rim. Another groan was ripped from his throat as Clark pushed him into Bruce, the wet, tight heat surrounding his cock like a vise in this position. 

Bruce keened, the sudden thrust of Lex's cock into him making him clutch at Lex's shoulder, his leg clenching against the swell of Clark's ass. Lex flung an arm back to grip at Clark, his other hand tangling in Bruce's hair to pull him into a desperate kiss. He really didn't know if he could manage to come again, but his cock was giving a valiant effort, throbbing back to life inside the tight passage, his prostate pummeled with each quick thrust of Clark's hips. Sounds of flesh slapping sweatily against flesh, of Clark's grunts and Bruce's muffled moans, spurred him on. 

"This is…fucking…incredible," Clark panted in Lex's ear, teeth scraping against his neck. "Next time, I want you in my ass like this, Lex, fucking me into Bruce. Jesus, not gonna last. Too good."

Lex agreed, the feeling of Bruce wrapped around his cock, driving into his clenching passage while surrounded in Clark's cum, the steady thrust of Clark's huge cock into his own twitching hole, was just too much to keep control over the amazing fourth orgasm he felt rushing up his spine. With the way Bruce clutched at them both as Lex kissed him sloppily, told him they were all in sync on the subject. 

Burying his face in the crook of Lex's shoulder, his hand reaching out to clutch the other two to him, Clark jackrabbited his hips in a succession of bruising thrusts as he gave in to his need for release. As he poured whatever was left of his seemingly endless supply of cum into Lex, he felt Bruce and Lex stiffen in his embrace, both men moaning out the orgasms he'd wrung from their overstimulated bodies. 

Bruce went limp in Lex's and Clark's grasps, unused to the onslaught of sensations coursing through him after so long. He whited out for a few seconds, his cock still spurting trickles of cum onto his and Lex's chests when he came back to consciousness. He could feel Lex's cock still pulsing inside him, and he was amazed at how much the mutated, but still essentially human, man could come in such a short time span. He definitely had his work cut out for him with these two. 

Lex felt like he was floating, his whole body felt weightless, like if Clark and Bruce unwound themselves from him, he would drift up into the atmosphere. He'd had some spectacular sex with both these men, separately. Together, it was beyond his ken. His cock surged in Bruce's spasming hole, his cum mingling with Clark's, coating the passage and his shaft in the sticky substance. His ass throbbed deliciously as Clark's orgasm petered out and the Kryptonian eased carefully out of his twitching hole. 

As he'd suspected, Lex felt Clark use his speed to pull the covers from underneath his and Bruce's lax and sated bodies, slipping back in behind him before draping the sheets back over them. Lazy kisses were shared between the three of them, lips pressing to whatever skin could be reached. As Lex let his eyes droop closed, he heard Bruce's soft snores issuing from in front of him, and felt the gentle sweep of Clark's fingers over heated skin at his back. Enveloped so snuggly between past, present, and future, Lex let himself drift off to sleep, a sated smile on his face. He loved it when a plan succeeded without a hitch.

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LIFEGUARD!LEVI - PART TWO (smut)

Scenario: It’s the night of the bonfire and you’re ready to let loose with Levi; the lifeguard you’ve been crushing on.

AKA - Smut.

Other Parts: PART ONE HERE.

Word Count: 10,014.

Content / Trigger Warnings: Please let me know if I missed anything!

Sex (obviously), unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus/eating out, blowjob, handjob, public sex, outside sex, sex on a beach, doggy style, cowgirl, cursing, brief mentions of alcohol, pet-names, slight dominant implications, praise, messy? saliva, cum, etc. I think that’s it! (:

Notes: I barely edited it and so if you find mistakes, please just ignore. It’s been so long since I’ve done writing so it’s a bit rusty but I just want to get back into writing. Please read and hopefully enjoy. I'm a little nervous LMAO. T T

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT !!

"If it's a bonfire we're going to. We have to dress like, ultra slutty."

You swear your eyes could have gotten stuck by how hard you rolled them from your best friend's words; lips curling up to form an amused smile. You're sitting in front of the dresser, hands blindly scanning across your make-up products. ”You should totally dress ultra slutty, Eren will love it.” You point out, voice laced with playfulness and you quickly glance towards your best friend to see her reaction. Bingo. Completely flustered. You heard all about your best friend and Eren’s obvious flirting from Levi when he helped you sign out from the hospital. Apparently it was an absolute cringe-fest in Levi’s perspective. Personally, you sure it would have been cute to see Eren pitifully attempt to comfort your best friend, only to lead on commenting how hot she is AND that the ocean would totally not punish such a hottie or her best friend. The comforting worked, at least. You could see it in the way your best friend sheepishly giggles and drops down onto your bed, fingers twirling her hair.

It’s currently afternoon on the Saturday. Only a few days ago were you in hospital. Only a few days ago were you saved from… basically an actual death experience. You died. Briefly. Thankfully, Levi saved you. Breathed life back into you and was there every step of the way to the hospital. Even though you insisted you were completely fine. It was rather endearing that the older male refused to let things go easily. Not to mention, you had your first kiss with him in the back of the ambulance. May not be romantic in most people’s eyes but to you, any kiss with the lifeguard would be a romantic one. He invited you to a bonfire that very same day and now, it is that day. Bonfire time. Your heart thumps wildly in the your chest, inspecting yourself in the mirror.

You’re not against slutty. Slutty is fun. Adventurous. You always feel good when you style yourself up that way. You know it’d work like a charm on Levi but, for tonight… You think that you want to go down two routes. Who says you only have to stick to one style? You bite back a small smile before standing up to walk to your set of drawers, tugging the bottom one open. Your best friend watches with eagerness, crossing her legs. “Ultra slutty?” She asks.

“Not just ultra slutty. I think I’ll leave that for him to just see… Hopefully.” If things go right tonight. Many would probably find you shameless for thinking such ways for only knowing him for just over a week but, hey! One night stands exist and you just feel it in your core. You feel your attraction for the lifeguard deepening so, yeah, maybe seduction is one of the plans tonight. Asides from spending quality time with the male, adventuring further to see if what you have with him is clearly only physical or could it potentially be more?

You pull out the two piece bikini in a fiery red, dangling it playfully from the tips of your fingers for your best friend to see. You definitely expected the excited clap from her and the ramblings of how Levi or any man you’d want wouldn’t be able to resist you and you giggle, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. You could only hope. To hide the bikini, you pick a sundress from your wardrobe that is white and pink petals looking like it’s floating across the fabric. Perfect. Pretty enough to hide the danger beneath.

Not wanting to waste anymore time and desperate to be there at the bonfire location, you swiftly move towards the bathroom, pointing playfully towards your best friend. “You get ready, too. Don’t make us late.” You warn before closing the door and turning the shower on. You place your planned outfit on the counter before breathing in deeply, trying to settle your nerves.

“Right, let’s do this.”

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He kept insisting on picking you up. You declined every time. Maybe silly in another person’s eyes but, you wanted his raw reaction to your appearance when you arrived in front of everyone. Sure, it may be a simple sundress for the public eye but, your playful side easily slipped out when you were preparing and so, a bit of a cleavage and dress length at the knees sounds like it’d be more than enough to keep his eyes on you, wondering what could be underneath.

You bite back a giddy smile, listening to your best friend ramble on as you hold onto her hand in the backseat of the uber for moral support. If you didn’t, you felt like you’d melt into some sort of disgusting pile of goo on the uber’s seat and have to pay for cleaning. It’s a miracle that your heart isn’t out of your chest yet.

“I swear, Y/N. Eren better look at me after all this effort I put into this.” Your best friend says with a frustrated huff. You raise an eyebrow as you look towards her. She’s in a pair of tight booty shorts, the strings of her bikini exposed as they’re wrapped around her waist, nothing covering the matching bikini top. You snort softly, squeezing her hand.

“He’s going to be frothing at the mouth, truuuuust me.” You reassure her and look out of the window. The sun is setting, sky full of soft pinks and oranges. Not a cloud in sight. The uber continues to drive down the spiralling road towards the secluded location of the bonfire. It’s part of the beach still but an area that’s closed off to the public. Not everyone, you assume. Apparently the captain in charge.. Erwin, was it? He’s part of the family that owns this part of the beach. Whoever it is— You feel both relieved and spoiled.

The driver slowly comes to a halt in front of a pair of gates, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t go any further. Is this okay?” He asks as he looks over his shoulder. Both you and your best friend are already hastily unbuckling yourselves to open the door. “This is perfect, thank you!” You smile warmly and swiped on your phone to add an extra tip. You share pleasantries with the driver before you hear your best friend starting to whine after already expressing her gratitude. ‘So impatient’, you think fondly as you close the door and look towards the gate.

With your arm linked with the other girl, you inspect the fence and just as you were about to press the button for the buzzer, the gates swing open to allow entry. “Come on in, Levi’s gir—“ The stranger’s voice from the intercom is suddenly cut off with a sound of a strangled laugh and you blush. Gir.. girl? Girlfriend? Just girl? Whatever it is; you couldn’t help but grin, heart swelling up with fondness and pull your best friend in with you. It’s rather cute to think that maybe Levi has shown excitement for your approach. The feeling is mutual and so it’s only fair for you feel elated. Your free hand has your dress bunched up as you walk along the sandy path, winding through tall trees, enjoying the sounds of the waves in the distance and the birds twittering away in the tall trees. Each step making your heart ache with anticipation. Why does it feel like eternity since you’ve seen Levi? Are you really crushing that hard on the lifeguard?

Eventually, the trail that has been going up a slope, finally leads down towards the private opening of the beach. You already see the small group of people and the bonfire starting to blaze. Your eyes were scanning, looking for the black-haired male. “Come on, Y/N! Stop daydreaming and get your man.” You hear your best friend playfully hiss against your ear before letting go to run down the sandy hill, arms up to greet the others. Firstly, you could see Eren snapping his head towards your best friend and choking on the beer in his mouth, spluttering. A hand comes up to cover your mouth, hiding the amusement. At least your best friend succeeded.

That’s when you see him. Just a bit behind Eren spluttering about. Levi is smacking a man’s hand away from his shirt that’s unbuttoned to reveal his smooth and toned chest. Even from here as you walk down the hill, you can see his eyebrows pulled together to form a scowl as the other man’s hand— A tall blonde; continues to try and unbutton Levi’s shirt further. He nearly managed to unbutton the one hiding his abs if it wasn’t for Levi’s swift hand smacking the taller male.

“Being a Captain doesn’t mean you can strip me down, Erwin. Stop that—.” Levi warns, face expressing slight annoyance towards his Captain. Though, you have a feeling his respect for the tall blonde is sky-rocketing.

“Aw. Come on. Do it for Y/N. Bet it will turn her— Oh.” Erwin pauses, taking a sip from his ice cold beer as he looks directly at you, smiling. Levi’s gaze follows until his cold gaze meets yours. Instantly, his eyes fill up with a familiar warmth, widening a little and even before you, he couldn’t resist looking you up and down. The tightness of the chest of the sundress, flowing into loose fabric that barely covers your soft thighs, looking so squishable. His fingers twitches. You bite back a knowing smile. Sundress was the perfect answer, it seems. Simple yet, impactful.

“Should I finish my sentence?” Erwin breaks the silence with a deep laugh, hand threatening to unbutton Levi’s shirt once more. “Go annoy someone else.” Levi mutters, completely distracted but still aware enough to smack Erwin’s hand for the final time as he steps closer to you. Erwin smirks behind Levi’s shoulder before deciding to finally leave you two be.

“You arrived safely— That’s great. Great, right. You look great.” Levi says a little too bluntly, his nerves clearly giving him away. You smile, eyebrow raising and you just couldn’t help but tease the black-haired male further.

“Just great?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“You don’t sound so convincing. To think I specifically chose this for…”

Levi has a hopeful glint in his eye when he eagerly waits to hear his name fall from your pretty lips. Still, he’s not going to let your teasing get the better of him. “You look beautiful.” Levi says softly, voice laced with genuine warmth, coaxing butterflies to start fluttering in your stomach, gut clenching. “Thanks. ‘Cause I did choose this for you.” You say softly, leaning in. Your fingers help smooth out the collar of his buttoned up shirt, deliberately grazing against his skin. “Keep some of this just for me later, won’t you? I don’t want everyone to see.” You tease softly through a whisper against his ear, hearing his breath hitch with anticipation.

Levi’s hand automatically lands on your hip and both of you could agree in silence that it just felt right for him to hold you there. A soft chuckle escapes and he decides to play along, ignoring that fact that his daily job literally means often shirtless. “All for you, princess. The same goes for you, huh? If I see any part of this dress becoming undone in front of their eyes, I won’t be too pleased. You’re mine for the night. Aren’t you?” Levi asks breathlessly, steady gaze focusing on you. Rosiness dusts across your cheeks, feeling more warmth than just the sun. Even your heart picks up the pace in heartbeats. Two minutes in and he’s already showing his possessive side. Just the way you like it. It’s endearing, really. As if you’re attending not just for him? Silly.

“I’m leaving for what’s underneath as a surprise.” You hum sweetly, snaking your arms briefly around his neck to pull him in until both of your bodies collide. He’s not much taller than you; bodies able to press perfectly against one another. Even with fabric pitifully trying to block the way, you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body, his muscles tensing from the contact of your soft curves. Levi’s gaze clouds over as he stares at you with pure desire; wanting you in completely.

Not yet. You pull away with reluctance, hand touching his bare chest lightly for a moment. “Later, just you and me. What we both wanted since day one.” Levi says soft enough against your ear and your teeth bite down on your lower lip. It’s always nice to feel reassured that it’s all mutual. The lifeguard you’ve been craving wants you just as bad, if not, worse. Levi desperately needs you and he is no fool to his yearning. Your eyes once more look over him and his fingers twitch with the urge to hold onto your waist. To pull you in close and basically say ‘Back off, she’s mine.’ to his fellow co-workers. He couldn’t, though. Possessiveness in front of others so soon doesn’t seem appropriate. Still, you smile when his hand rests on your lower back and he guides you closer to everyone else. You notice your best friend already giggling at Eren’s words.

“Let’s entertain them for a bit before we sneak off, shall we?”

You smile at his words and nod.

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You find yourself thankful for the bonfire blazing away near you, arms crossing against your chest and hands caressing along your bare arms. The night sky above is glittering with stars but, it still wasn’t enough. Nothing could resist either of you from looking at each other. Levi’s gaze flickers towards yours, his long fingers now dancing gently against the side of your waist. Everyone was too drunk to notice just how close he is to you. It feels comforting to know that you both shared the idea of not becoming intoxicated.. Why? Sometimes being drunk can heightened ‘certain’ experiences but, it’s just not one of those times. It’s as if both of you want to be clear headed. To remember every single detail—

“Can we just get out of here already?”

You bite down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from grinning too much as he whispers against your ear. The hot breath fanning against it leaving you to squirm. “Took you long enough.” You huff, hands latching onto his to give an eager pull, head tilting upwards slightly to look into his clouded gaze. “Lead the way, Mister Lifeguard.” You tease through a purr and he rolls his eyes before he does pull you along, not needing to use much of his strength to do so. Levi makes sure to pluck a towel from the sand as you both finally depart the others.

No one seemed to bother or care to look in your direction as you part from the bonfire. The summer air still warm enough to keep you from shivering properly but.. You fake it. Just a little bit. Free arm to rub along your bare arm as you feign interest in your surroundings. The sandy hills and gentle waves. Levi noticed instantly and without questioning; cause hey, girls feel cold easily — He wraps his arm around your shoulders to gently pull you in, lips grazing against your temple. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you look. Especially under the moonlight. Absolutely irresistible and the older male personally, couldn’t wait to strip you out of your pretty little sundress.

You find yourself leaning into Levi for support as you walk across the sand, feeling your feet sink into it. You have no clue as to where exactly you could go on a beach for some ‘fun’. All you really know is that you’d do it right here if he expressed desire to. Except, he seems to be a man on a mission. “Nearly there, Y/N.” Levi reassures, thumb caressing against your bare shoulder and nudging against the strap of your dress. You could sense his own desperate needs deepening. It’s cute to know that you’re not the only one who is getting impatient. “You know, I’d be happy with right here.” You decide to say, glancing over your shoulder. The bonfire is far enough to look like a tiny dot against the sand. The older male pauses— following your gaze to where they basically abandoned their friends. His long fingers drag through his black hair, teeth clenching together. “You’re tempting me, Y/N. I was planning to take you—”

You cut him off. “Take me there on a future date. Keep it a surprise. Just..” You trail off as you step in close until the front of your body presses against his, hands gently trailing down the length of his arms before so boldly lacing your fingers with his. Your fingers are short compared to his but, fit so perfectly between the gaps of his. Levi could see your gaze clouding further with need and something stirs in his stomach. Fuck. It’s a miracle that he even lasted this long. If he really could have had it his way; he would have been buried deep in your cunt on day one.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” Levi groans out in the mixture of frustration and affection towards you, one hand letting go of your own as he firmly cups the side of your neck. His lips press against yours hungrily to form a passionate kiss; one that already leaves you breathless and head spinning. You lean up on your toes, ignoring how you sink further into the sand as your soft lips move eagerly against his own pair, easily falling into the rhythm that he provides. His head tilts to deepen the kiss as he pulls you as closely as he could against his body. It baffles you that some commented on him as ‘tiny’ just because he’s shorter than the other men and few ladies on the lifeguard team. Even now, it feels like he towers over you in simply power, leaving you weak at the knees. He loves it. Being able to lean over you as his tongue swipes along your lower lip for permission. Playfully, you refuse it. Keeping your lips pressed together for just that moment. “Sweetheart.” He warns through a low grunt, his hand that hold yours, giving a squeeze before his other hand against your neck travels down to your waist.

You feel saliva smearing against your chin as his tongue drags teasing and slow against your soft skin. The dark-haired male murmurs on how sweet you already taste, mind spinning with the idea of how you’d only taste sweeter between your legs. That’s what motivates him to pry your lips open with his skillful tongue until you’re whining at the invasion. His tongue glides against every inch of your mouth, before rubbing against your tongue. It’s messy. Filthy, even. When you feel the slick saliva dribbling out from you not being able to control anything. He’s the one in control and fuck, do you love it. Your first kiss in the ambulance was nothing like this. It was sweet and to be frank, you didn’t think he’d ever kiss you like this. Silly you, for thinking he’d always be proper and not being able to let go.

Levi is ready to let go of it all completely. His cock is throbbing painfully, eager to be released from it’s constraints. He refuses for now because to him; this is all about you. His pleasure is just a huge bonus. You could feel it despite the layers of clothing. It’s pulsating against thigh, pressing into you. Your hand that he let go of clearly needs to be busy. You try to be sneaky with your movements— simply resting your hand against his own waist, moaning into the kiss. You inch closer and closer. Levi’s hand is swift to slap yours, causing you to gasp at the stinging pain. The pain subsides as he squeezes his hand around yours, pulling away from your lips. Both of you are standing far too close, bodies pressing together. You’re panting, lips coating in the mixture of his and your spit, glistening in the moonlight. He almost goes cross-eyed from just admiring how fucked out you already seem to be just from a kiss.

“As much as I’d love to feel your hand on my cock, I’m the one in control right now. Understood, pretty girl?” Levi whispers against the crook of your jaw, nails digging into the flesh of your hand and you couldn’t help but whimper. Your heart races with excitement from witnessing this dominant side of the lifeguard. It only leaves you squirming, thighs pressing together as a pitiful attempt to contain yourself. “Yes, Captain.” You say lightheartedly, free hand coming up to do a small salute with two of your fingers. Levi bites back a smile from witnessing the endearing act, leaning in to press chaste kiss along your jawline, his hand letting go of yours to slide behind your body, fingers now splaying out across your ass cheek. He bunches the fabric of your sundress as he squeezes the tender flesh of your ass. Your hands grip hopelessly onto his shoulders, needing to hold onto something so you wouldn’t fall from your knees becoming so weak. Discovering only now, that you’re ultra sensitive to the man’s touch.

His tongue dances across your warm flesh as his lips travel down to your neck. “Mark me—” You gasp out as both of his hands now continue to grope your ass cheeks relentlessly, only wishing you were out of the stupid dress now so you could feel the warmth of his palms and nails scraping against your flesh. Levi only hums in response, finding your responses to his touch to be adorable. He definitely likes this needy side of you. His teeth grazes against your neck before he kisses on the warm skin, directly in the middle of your neck. He sucks harshly on your skin, tongue gliding across to feel you squirm in his strong hold. He pulls away with a soft sigh, bringing a hand up to smear the saliva further across your neck, inspecting the dark bruising that has now formed from his eager lips. Perfect. Everyone will see it and that’s what he wants. “You’re all mine, you know? No one will lay a hand on you without receiving broken bones in return.” Levi murmurs, prompting you to exhale out sharply. Possessiveness. Another mega turn on.

“Levi, I swear if you continue to tease me.” You whine, leaning forward to press your own needy kisses against his exposed collarbone, nipping playfully at his pale flesh, watching with eagerness as blood rushes to the surface and leaves a lovely red hue across his skin. His hands that were continuing to tenderly grope your behind pulls away, grabbing the towel that was hanging over his shoulder and drags it off. “You’re impatient. I like to take my time, y’know.” Levi comments with an amused chuckle, watching as your feet shift anxiously in the soft sand. He deliberately goes slow with his movements so you continue to be restless; draping the towel over the sand. It’s definitely not big enough for the two of you. Levi is used to the sand from his profession so he doesn’t give a flying fuck. Neither did you, but… you appreciate the gesture and say nothing. “You’re such a gentleman. From giving me CPR, visiting the hospital and now laying a towel down for me? Phew, lucky girl.” You express with a giggle escaping.

Levi rolls his eyes, gently taking hold of your hand to guide you to step onto the towel. “Am I sensing some bratty moments in our future, Y/N? I’ll put you in your place.” He says, voice dropping lower and his piercing gaze never leaving yours. Oh. You blush profusely, fingers bunching up your dress. You just know the damp patch on your bikini bottoms are going to be completely obvious now. “You are lucky, though. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. Well, minus the giving CPR. That comes with the job.” The lifeguard remarks, his hands coming up to delicately pull on the tied straps of your sundress, eyes revealing deep hunger as you move to pull the loose fabric down before him. The dress pools around your bare feet, finally revealing the dangerous red bikini. You feel somewhat vulnerable as you stand on display for the lifeguard. He’s quiet as he stares intently.

His cock is starting to hurt, throbbing further as he takes in the glorious sight of your gorgeous figure before him. Levi’s gaze scans across you, taking in the way the tiny strings seem to sit perfectly on your hips. The thin fabric barely able to cover your breasts as they spill out from the sides. You’re dangerous and red, is now his favourite colour. His fingers twitch and it takes everything within him to stop himself from just tugging your bikini bottoms aside and rail you hard. Fuck, his mind is a swirling mess of filthy thoughts. From how you must taste to how tight you’ll be when you squeeze around every inch of his raging cock. Fingers drag through his hair as he shakes his head, lips curling to form a smile of disbelief.

“Y/N, you’re messing with me.” He groans, stepping forward to tenderly cup your cheeks as he presses another fierce kiss to your swollen lips. Usually, he’d love to take his time. Kiss you breathless. Over and over but, you standing before him in nothing but a sinful looking bikini? Fuck his patience. You try to lean into the kiss but, Levi pulls away. His strong arms easily scoop you up and before you could even process it; you find yourself now laying down on the beach towel, blinking innocently as you look up at him, panting softly. He’s kneeling above you, one hand traveling along your side as he quietly admires how beautiful you look on display beneath him. It’s a sight that he thinks he’ll never get used to but, a sight he’ll desperately crave to witness daily to worship for eternity. The tips of his fingers glide along your stomach and he smiles from seeing you squirm from the ticklish touch.

“Noted.” He says and you huff, moving your left knee to nudge against him. “You hush.” You retaliate, lips still forming that pout that he’s a sucker for. Levi’s fingers now brush against your covered womanhood, thankful for the full moon as he’s able to see the damp patch so clearly despite the pair of them being surrounded by darkness. “Baby girl, you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Levi teases, fingers gently pressing further until you feel the fabric press against your sensitive clit, causing your toes to curl and teeth digging into your lower lip as another pitiful attempt to prevent yourself from giving away too much. That even this touch alone is enough to let you unravel. The corners of his lips curl up to form a smirk and he pulls his hand away. The hand unbuttons the rest of his shirt undone until his chiseled abs are now on display for you. Saliva already begins to drip from your parted lips as your gaze focuses on his toned body. The way his bicep muscles tense with his movements of shrugging his shirt off.

He tosses it to the side, arms trapping you between as he grips onto the towel on either side of your head, wanting a moment to admire you once more. “You have no idea how fucking hard I am just from looking at you.” He says, speaking softly as he leans down to kiss just beneath your chin. You bite down on your lip, eyes glancing up to the stars as you feel his lips leave a trail of kisses down towards your chest. The tip of his tongue teasingly dips between your pressed together breasts, hands coming up to squish them together. You glance down as you watch the lifeguard bury his face into your covered breasts, your own hand coming up to cover your mouth, muffling the soft sounds that escape. Levi breathes in deeply, inhaling the subtle sweet scent of whatever perfume you’re wearing. God, he could never decide if he’s a boob or ass man. He selfishly wants both. Blindly, he reaches around to untie the bikini. You oblige by arching upwards.

“Good girl.” He praises with ease as he tugs away the skimpy bikini top and lifts his head to watch as your breasts spill out and be free from the clothing that barely contained them. He sighs heavily, head hanging forward. This is unfair. How could someone be so perfect in every way? Half of your face hides behind your hand as you shyly glance towards him. “What is it? They’re not.. bad, are they?” You ask timidly, wondering where your confidence is. Levi shakes his head quickly, large hands now cupping your breasts to give a loving squeeze. “Beyond good, darling. Are you getting shy on me now? Cute.” He comments as his index fingers gently flick against your hardened buds, noticing the way you whimper from the contact. The mere thought of you responding so sweetly to a moment of pain is enough to fuel the sadist in him but, it’s not time for that.

He lowers himself over you, one hand still massaging your soft breast. The warmth of his breath fans over the one receiving no attention before his lips wrap around the sensitive nipple to suck on sweetly, lips parting further to take more of you into his mouth, groans muffled. You pant heavily, one hand coming up to thread your fingers through his silky hair to give a sweet pull. It only encourages him. Levi shifts, his right leg pressing against yours, guiding it to move up with his so your legs were spread out further and his covered crotch is pressing against yours. You could feel it. His contained length throbbing against your soaking core. Everything he does, leaves your heart racing and lips forever to parted to let out the needy sounds. The way his leg pushed yours upwards so he could press down against you. The way you could feel his tongue swirl around your nipple as he sucks on your tit with eagerness, drool seeping out as he frankly did not care about leaving a mess.

The towel bunches up slowly beneath you as you continue to squirm against it, unable to do anything but take what he happily gives you. The pleasure leaving you hot and flushed. Your toes curl into the sand and nails grazing along his scalp. The reactions only encourage him, pinching your other nipple to tease, twisting and pulling just hard enough for you to feel the sweet pain that leaves you whining out for him. “Levi..” You whine out loudly, face turning to rub against the towel, feeling completely blissed out just from the attention to your breasts. The lifeguard only hums in response, deciding to switch his mouth to the other nipple to suck on, tongue flicking against it. His hand moves to squeeze the other breast, smearing his saliva against the squishy flesh. His back stays curved just so he could give your breasts attention as he slowly grinds against you, finally needing just a tiny bit of relief for his hard aching cock. The friction coaxes out a low moan of your name, teeth grazing against your nipple before he pulls away with a heavy pant.

“Levi, please— Let me.. Wan’ touch you.” You plead quietly and if it was any other day, Levi would have happily gave in to feel either your hand or wet mouth around his cock. He promised to himself tonight that this was all about you, though. “You’re going to lay there and take what I give you. Like the good girl I know you are.” He gently reminds, hand caressing your rosy cheek as he gazes down at you; eyes a swirl of fondness and desire for you. You pout a little, ignoring how your heart flutters from basically being treated like a pillow princess. Well… minus the pillow. He waits to see if you’d retaliate and soon smiles when he knows you’re obeying him. Truly, such a good girl for him. He adores it.

His hands gently grip onto your knees to keep your legs apart as he leans down to press hot, sloppy kisses down your soft tummy, allowing you to wiggle beneath him. “Tsk, how are you going to handle me fucking you if you’re already so squirmy?” He teases, teeth latching onto the edge of your bikini bottoms to give a teasing tug. You whimper, hands covering your face once more as you feel so flushed. The cool night breeze isn’t enough for you. You just feel so hot as you lay there for him, taking every touch he blesses you with. Levi could smell your excitement and it drives him further, fingers quick to untie the sides of the bottoms before he tugs them off. Instantly, your face heats up. You didn’t think it could feel any hotter but, it’s only natural when he’s staring so intensely at your dripping pussy.

“Fuck.” He curses out in near disbelief again from just how pretty you are; pussy alone. The entirety of you is nearly beyond what he can comprehend. Fingers are gentle when he they push apart your slick covered folds to inspect your further. The way your clit looks so inviting to suck and kiss on. The way your juices just slowly drip downwards onto the towel. The way your hole clenches around nothing and looking so inviting for his cock to just bury deep in. He has to wait, though. Just a little longer. If it’s possible. His long fingers stroke up and down your pussy, watching in silent amazement at how quickly his fingers get coated with your excitement.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He compliments quietly and you’re panting from feeling his featherlight touch of his stroking fingers, your hands gripping onto the towel. Were you always this sensitive? You couldn’t remember being this riled up by a man’s touch. Maybe it’s because it’s the lifeguard and you clearly festered both a romantic crush and deep attraction for him. Levi shifts to look at you as his fingers become more firm with his touch. It’s still gentle, swiping up and down slowly and barely brushing against your clit. You feel it throb and let out a whine, trying to angle your hips to feel more. Levi chuckles softly, pressing loving kisses to your inner thighs that quiver. “So needy for me.” He purrs softly, finally giving in for you. Long fingers tease around your tight entrance before slowly pressing in middle finger in. His own head hangs forward as he feels your inner walls squeeze around the new intrusion. It feels so warm and inviting. Wet enough to practically suck his finger in.

With one final kiss to your womanhood, Levi’s tongue meets your clit. You choke on your own moans from the new sensations. Your velvety walls squeezing around his finger that slowly pumps in and out. You feel his tongue swirling around your throbbing clit, the pleasure surging up your body already enough to coax you to tremble. You feel too sensitive— Clear from how your legs clench around the lifeguard’s head. Levi doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s just endeared and encouraged to go further. His long middle finger continues to slide in and out with ease, pushing in deep as he could to feel more of you as he presses sloppy kisses and tongue dragging against your clit. His wet muscle flicks against your clit repeatedly, watching with eyes alight with passion for your reactions. Each squirm. Each wiggle. The way his name sounds like a prayer you’re chanting between your needy moans. All of it is glorious to him.

He slides his index finger with his middle to stretch your hole out further, watching as you sob out in ecstasy already from the pleasure that washes over you in waves. Your eyes stay open as you stare up at the night sky, lips open and drool seeping out. It feels so good, the way his tongue expertly rolls against your clit and how his long fingers seem to reach further, angling enough until your body jolts with something further. “F-Fuck.” You stutter out, hand quickly gripping onto his black hair. Levi’s head tilts slightly, keeping his fingers angled as he continues to relentlessly finger you in the same position, enjoying the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy and your internal walls squeezing around his fingers. It only drives his imagination to go crazy and crave for further things. He’s not going to. Not yet. Not until you cum around his fingers first. He’s evil like that. One orgasm is never enough for his eyes to witness.

Your eyes roll back before closing tightly, the sounds of your moans becoming louder as his fingers continue to abuse the sweet spot in you, leaving you trembling and your face scrunching up. Unable to contain just how heavenly it all feels. Your stomach begins to feel tight and hot. The desperation to let go going further. Fuck, you know you need to. You try to hold it back. Thinking it’d be unfair to climax without him doing it alongside you. “Le-ah… Levi— Please. I can’t— If you keep— Nnghh..” You whimper out loudly, unable to form a proper sentence to warn the lifeguard. He snorts quietly, face burying further against you as his tongue rubs against your clit and fingers skilfully sliding in and out. Not too rough. Just enough to drive you further. Your nails dig harshly into his scalp as you try to grip onto his hair. The stars seem to double in the sky as your built up high finally snaps.

His arm wrapped around your thigh loosens up once he begins to feel your thighs tremble hard through your orgasm. The lifeguard watches in silent adoration, taking in every way your body relaxes. Muscles tensing up, only to relax. Toes curling and legs squirming against the towel and sand. You’re panting heavily between your needy cries, face still scrunched up as you truly can’t comprehend the explosion of an orgasm you’re feeling. Just from his fingers and tongue alone. Your body and mind feels like jelly. Unable to think of anything as you lay there, happily riding the absolute bliss. Levi’s hands tenderly stroke your thighs, smearing your slick across your skin.

“Such a good girl.” He praises you gently, prompting a shy smile to appear across your face. “Hush..” You mumble, knee bumping against his face lightly from where he lays. Levi chuckles softly before leaning down to slowly drag his tongue up between your folds, collecting more of your sweetness to consume. “The sweetest, too.” Levi groans out. You whimper softly, feeling too sensitive from just climaxing. He doesn’t care. “Please let me just touch your cock. I haven’t even seen you yet! Bit unfair…” You complain, lips forming your signature pout once more. Levi snorts. He is leaning on his knees now, hands rubbing still along your legs, fingertips massaging your muscles.

Levi thinks it’s a miracle that he’s even lasted this long without whipping his cock out and, could he truly deny himself this pleasure? The dark-haired male’s tongue drags along his lips, still able to taste you. “Come on, then.” His long fingers gesture for you to sit up and his eyes widen momentarily from just how quick you obey him. You sit up properly, eyes eager and darting from his face to his crotch. “You’re like a puppy.” Levi comments, ignoring the way your cute eagerness just makes his raging cock throb.

His fingers slip past the elastic band of his boardshorts before he slowly begins to pull it down. He’s still teasing you. Intentionally and you know it. You huff quietly and your eyes focus on seeing a nice trimmed area around the base of his— Oh. You watch as his thick erection finally springs out from the horrible constraints. He’s big, which unsurprisingly you weren’t truly expecting. All you knew was that you’d be obsessed with his cock no matter how it looks. You lean in close to inspect the way his cock curves slightly, two veins protruding slightly along the length of it and the perfectly pink-ish tip leaking with pre-cum already. Will it even fit? You couldn’t help but wonder.

Levi watches you anxiously as you just stare at his cock, hand extending out to brush the hair out of your eyes. “Hurry up and touch my cock. It’s what you wanted.” He huffs out the order, prompting a shy giggle to escape you, cheeks feeling hot. “Your cock is so pretty, I’m obsessed.” You say sweetly, shifting your body until your knees dig into the beach towel, one hand planted against it as your other reaches for his length. Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, feeling it throb in your hold and your warm breath fan against the tip. Levi’s breath hitches, looking down at you in a rather vulnerable position. Ass hovering up before him and face pressing against his erection. He finds himself wishing he could tattoo this image in his mind to have for life.

He tries to stay quiet, minus the soft panting that escapes as he tries to contain himself from not showing too much. Your hand begins to gently stroke along the entire length of his cock, fingertips just being able to touch around the thickness. He’s going to stretch you out so well and your pussy is already dripping with need. You look up at him from beneath your long lashes as your lips wrap around the leaking tip and suckle on it gently, allowing saliva to dribble out. Levi groans, fingers threading through your hair to grip firmly as he focuses deeply on both the sight and the way his cock feels the wet warmth of your sweet mouth.

Your tongue teasingly swirls several times slowly around the tip, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum that leaks as your hand continues to move slowly along the length, fingertips pressing lightly against the protruding veins. Your wrist twists lightly with each stroke and Levi couldn’t help but mutter filth beneath his breath from how good it feels. Just from your hand and tongue alone. It encourages you to squeeze around the base of his cock as your lips stretch around the width of his throbbing cock, moans muffled by your mouth stuffed full. It sends vibrations along his length and he strangles out his own moan of your name, tugging on your hair.

You begin to slide your mouth along. You keep your jaw nice and slack so you’re able to take most of him into your mouth. The tip brushes against the back of your throat as you take him further, prompting you to gag lightly. It sounds heavenly to his ears, always been a lover of the wet sounds of a blowjob. He presses gently on the back of your head, forcing you to take more, which you do so eagerly. You don’t care about choking. Hell, you love the feeling of it. Throat stuffed full of his cock and the only access to breathe is through your nose heavily. Your throat muscles constrict around his pulsating cock and it coaxes a tremble out of his body, hips bucking slightly.

Your tongue presses against the underside and no matter how much you slurp up your saliva, more just continues to spill out. The blowjob is filthy and loud. Just the way he likes it. Levi wouldn’t give a flying fuck if one of their friends happens to walk by on the beach. All he can think about is your heavenly mouth wrapped so sweetly and taking every inch of his length. He didn’t care about the salty air or sand between his toes. He just wants you. As you continue to fuck your mouth onto his cock, he could feel the hotness in his stomach tighten with the need to release. The desperate build continues and this isn’t where he wanted to finish. “Fuck— Baby. Stop, I want to fuck you properly.” Levi breathes out heavily, eyelids heavy as he looks down at you.

You whine, wanting to continue to taste his cock on your tongue but, you obey and slide your mouth off with an audible pop. You couldn’t stop yourself from breathing heavily as you lacked air for so long. A string of saliva connects from your lips to the pulsing tip of his length. Your chest rises and falls with each deep breath, leaning forward to give the tip a loving kiss. Levi hisses lowly, already kicking off his boardshorts properly before reaching into the pockets for the condom he tucked away hours before.

“No.” You say, playfully swatting at the condom in his hand, still on your knees. He looks at you for a moment with an eyebrow raised. “Wan’ be stuffed full of your cum.” You say sweetly and his brain instantly short-circuits. Cum. Inside. Fuck. His hands roughly cup your cheeks, forcing you to kneel up before he presses a fierce kiss to your lips. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips. “You’re so filthy, I’ll break you.” He breathes out before his hands forcefully move your body. You found yourself turned around, unable to see him. A soft mewl escapes your lips as his hand pushes against your back until your breasts meet the towel and sand. You could barely focus on trying to straighten the fabric beneath you as his large hands grope your ass cheek with roughness.

Levi’s nails drag along your ass before his hands spread outwards until he could see everything. Your face feels hot once more from being moved into such a compromising position, nuzzling your face into the towel. He watches as your juices slowly drip from your pussy, clearly ready to invite him in. He’s going in bare. No condom. He’ll be able to feel— Fuck, he couldn’t wait anymore. Courtesies be damned. One hand keeps you spread out for him as his other holds the base of his cock. For several moments, he just rubs his throbbing length between your slick folds, breath becoming heavy. “Don’t you dare stay quiet.” He warns you gently before pushing the tip of his cock into your tight hole.

You whimper loudly when you feel just the head pressing into you. You could barely focus on how both of his hands grip onto your ass now, ignoring the stretch of your cheeks and only wishing you could see his face. The lifeguard watches as he slowly sinks his thick cock into you, deep desire for you only growing as he witnesses every inch disappearing as your velvety walls seem to grip onto his cock and pull him in. As if your body acted alone on wanting to be filled to the brim of his cock. Levi’s head tilts back as he groans at the heavenly feeling of your tight, wet hole.

Your hand reaches out to pitifully grip onto soft sand, trying to get used to the sweet painful feeling of his erection stretching you out so quickly. You pant heavily between whimpering moans, mouth hanging open and eyes barely able to focus on the dot of red in the far distance; the bonfire. Here you are, ass propped up and Levi’s cock buried so deeply inside of you. Levi’s hand reassuringly strokes along your side as he leans forward to press chaste kisses against the back of your shoulder, feeling his hot breath. “You feel like fucking heaven..” Levi mutters breathlessly and selfishly, he doesn’t even wait for your signal to continue as he starts to pull out, only to fuck back into you.

You blush at his words, head tilting to press against the towel and it muffles your already loud moans as he takes his time fucking into you. Levi feels almost delirious as he feels your slick walls stretching out for him but staying wrapped so snug and tight around him each time his length invades your sweet hole. He grunts, reaching out to grip onto your hair, forcing your head to tilt to the side so he could hear your beautiful moans of his name. You squeeze around his length, feeling him dragging along your inner walls. It only leaves you sobbing out for him, addicted to the pleasurable feeling. How will you ever live without his cock again? It drives the lifeguard further and he picks up the pace of his thrusts. Skin slapping against skin becoming louder and mixing with both and his own sounds that continue to escape.

The dark-haired male drills his cock into you relentlessly, fucking you into the ground of the beach. The sound of the gentle waves weren’t enough to mask anything anymore. He’s thrilled by the squelching sound of your pussy as he continues to fuck you, fingers gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave bruising. Levi’s eyes are closed tightly, riding the sweet pleasure he feels as you continue to squeeze around him. Your moans turn into loud cries, body jerking forward each time he slams his thick into your hole, stuffing you full to the brim. One of his hand travels along your hot skin until it presses flat against your lower stomach. He’s leaning over you, whispering into your ear.

“Feel that, baby? Can feel my own cock inside of you.” He presses down further, feeling your stomach bulge as his cock fucks into you deep. You whimper loudly from feeling every inch, tears glued to your long lashes. “L-Levi, please..” You beg, arching into his hand. He chuckles breathlessly, reaching for your hand in the sand until his fingers lace with yours. He pulls his length out until it’s only the tip before he slams back into you. He repeats it, breath ragged and unable to ever get used to feeling of your sweet dripping cunt. “Ah~ Wan’ face— see.. please!” You babble out, feeling as if your mind is slipping away as you’re completely embraced by the pleasure he blesses you with.

The lifeguard is panting heavily, heart jumping at the idea that briefly crosses his mind. Even if he loves the stunning sight of your cunt squeezing around his invading cock; the idea of you on top becomes more appealing. Levi slides his cock out, noticing it already dripping with your juices. “Come on, Baby.” He groans at the loss of your hole, hands lifting you up. Your body already feels like melting jelly, but you obey his guidance by moving until bodies are twisting and he’s the one now laying down on the crinkled towel, cock slapping against his toned stomach.

“Good girl. So pretty. Such a pretty girl, going to make me feel all sorts of pleasure, hm?” He praises, prompting you to feel giddiness as you straddle him with ease. One of your hands gently takes hold of his cock once more to position against your needy hole. Sweat lightly coats both of your bodies and Levi is watching with silent desperation as you position yourself. He needs your cunt again. His palms caress your weak thighs as silent encouragement, chewing on his lower lip. You finally sink down onto his cock and the pair of you moan together. All over again, you feel the stretching pain subside quickly as his length buries deep inside of your pussy. You look down to see the lifeguard looking like he’s on some high, which he definitely feels like he is as your warm, slick covered walls clench around his throbbing cock.

Pretty moans are dragged out of you as you begin to ride his length like it’s the only thing your body was created for. You move eagerly; up and down. Unable to contain the ecstasy that surges through you. Levi thinks the entirety of you is an enchanting sight — From the way your breasts bounce, to how your cunt just swallows his cock so eagerly each time you slide down, the wetness of your womanhood aiding with each swift slide. Even the way you roll your hips is heavenly. His hands slide up your thighs, fingertips ghosting across your hips. You angle yourself into his grip, pressing your chest against his. You whimper directly against his ear, pressing wet kisses to his jawline as you fuck yourself onto his perfect cock.

His hands squeeze your hips before he holds you in place, preventing yourself from grinding down on his cock and begins to pound up into you, head falling back onto the beach towel as he groans from the pleasurable feeling that continues to smother his own length. You gasp sharply when his thickness begins to drill into you, abusing that sweet spot that leaves you seeing extra stars for the night. You’re clinging onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you sob, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated from the way he fucks deep, dragging along your walls that continue to clench, as if your hole is begging for him to stay inside.

It’s all becoming too much. You’ve become a big crybaby in his arms as you just simply enjoy being used by the lifeguard. Utterly drunk off of the delectation and all over again, you could feel the rush of the orgasm approaching. “Le-Levi!” You choke out as you tighten your hold on him. Levi groans, feeling his own orgasm rapidly approaching him as he fixates on his hips thrusting upwards sharply. “Let go, sweetheart.” He whispers, sounding like the oxygen was already knock out of him, strands of hair sticking to his temples from the sweat. Your face is buried against his neck and as you hang on for dear life, the last few sloppy yet deep thrusts sent you over the edge for the second time.

Your mind is completely wiped, eyes rolling and crying out loudly for the lifeguard as your body trembles on top of him, walls clenching repeatedly squeezing around his thickness as if hungry to milk him of every drop of his own cum. Levi groans, arms wrapping around your waist to embrace you, giving one last final thrust through your orgasm until he finds himself chasing you over the edge. He’s panting heavily, thigh muscles tensing and hips stuttering as his cum spills from the sensitive tip of his cock, pumping you full of his hot, sticky cum. “Good girl, fuck.. You feel so- fuck..” He murmurs breathlessly, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure surging through his body and leaving his head spinning.

He slowly rides out both his and your orgasm by slowly thrusting into you, noticing how much full you feel from his seed filling you up to the brim and even dripping slowly from your stuffed hole. His cock being coated with a mixture of your slick with his cum. You’re panting heavily, an occasional whine escaping in response to his cock slowly sliding in and out of you; each glide of his cock with ease. “You’re perfect.” He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you continue to cling onto him.

You feel like you’re floating, completely buzzed from being blessed with two orgasms. Truly overstimulated, you don’t think you’d be able to handle anything else. You feel sweaty and sand— It was unavoidable, even with a towel. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you continue to lay on top of him, pressing lazy kisses to his neck. The corners of his lips curl slightly from hearing your endearing giggle. “What’s so funny?” He asks with an eyebrow raising, hand caressing along your back. “I never fucked on a beach before. Was definitely an experience.” You comment lightly, ears finally starting to tune in on the wind through the trees in the distance and the waves of the ocean. “A good experience, I hope.” He grunts as he finally decides to slide out of your comforting warmth, feeling his own sticky cum oozing out onto his lap. He refuses to move, just hugging onto your waist.

You squirm from the sticky feeling between your legs, pouting at the loss of his pretty cock inside of you. You shift yourself until you’re hovering above, face to face. “The best experience.” You whisper before leaning down to press a loving kiss to his sweet tiers. You could still taste yourself on his lips and it prompts your face to heat up. He smiles against your lips, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. His lips move slowly against yours, savouring the kiss and pouring everything into it. It leaves you breathless again, fingertips brushing along his neck before you finally pull away from the kiss.

Quietly, Levi sits up slightly to try and straighten out the towel beneath him, one arm still wrapped around your waist. You grin, brushing the sand out of his hair. Well, the best you could. He smiles softly towards you, gaze holding warmth. He uses his strength to move you with ease until you’re both laying on your sides, facing each other and legs tangled. Clothes lay forgotten to the side, abandoned condom on top. Your hand rests against his toned chest, silently admiring him. Tonight was perfect. Sure, to others it may not be so appealing to fuck in an open space. You’re 100% sure that the sounds of your pleasure would have carried with the wind towards your friends at the bonfire. Everything was public. Still public, as you lay beneath the stars and gentle moonlight. You like it. Even if others exist on the beach — Night or day, it always just felt like you were in your own world with Levi. Besides, it’s rather attractive that someone ‘oh so serious’ seems to be into public sex and possessive over you.

Levi takes hold of your hand, bringing it up to his lips and he kisses each of your knuckles tenderly before his long fingers lace with yours. He didn’t care about the bodily fluids drying up. He just wants to hold your hand. He wants to hold you, all through the night. To hell with the mess, really. Both of you can just wash up later at his apartment. Mm. He smiles at the thought of you sharing a shower with him. You give him a questioning look, head tilting slightly and your thumb caressing his hand lightly. Levi inhales deeply before leaning in until his forehead rests against yours, noses brushing against each other.

“I just look forward to even more time with you.” He whispers, not caring how bold it is of him. It’s how he feels. It’s genuine. No one else has ever captured his heart like you did when you walked through the door to ask help for the lost little girl. Levi is the type to be honest and he definitely refuses to hide anything from you, the one he’s falling in love with. You smile softly, easily melting at his words. Heart becoming jelly, just like your body. You kiss him softly before snuggling into him, closing your eyes. You have no intention of moving an inch away from the lifeguard that you’re falling so deeply for. You look up towards the dark sky. Your previous empty mind now swirling with love and affection you hold for Levi. You breathe in before you finally, sigh out happily.

“Me, too.”