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I Think I've seen you Somewhere
Childhood bestfriend x Pornstar Male Reader
Summary: You meet your childhood best friend after 7 years. Would everything still be the same between you two? Or will you finally confess what you have kept to yourself all these years?
Category: Fluff, smut
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: family trauma, childhood trauma, reader is ashamed of their work, pining for a looong time, child abuse (not explicitly mentioned), a lot of sappy things honestly, oh also smut ensures towards the end.
A/n: This is written as a OC story, but you can imagine the character to be whoever you want. It took me some time to write this after thinking about it, so i hope you'll like it.
"Y/n! Is that you?" You heard a voice call out to you. A voice you could recognise anywhere, any day. Turning around slowly, you were facing Max Reynolds, your childhood best friend.
"Max! I am so surprised to see you here," you replied like you wouldn't have run away if you saw him first. It was difficult to pretend to be cool when you were always attached to him just a few years ago. To pretend like he was just someone you knew as an acquaintance.
You were truly surprised though. You never expected to be called by that name again. Never thought you'd hear Max's voice again. He sounded different now, more mature, his voice had gotten deeper since you knew him as a teenager. But somehow it was still Max. You thought you wouldn't be able to see him ever in your life again. Especially when you moved so far from home and cut all your ties to everyone back at your hometown.
"I should be the one saying that. You disappeared without a trace and now you meet me in New York of all places? I guess I must have been manifesting meeting you too hard."
What? He has been hoping to see you? You had thought about Max on multiple occasions, how could you not when he was your only true friend in that hellhole. But you believed that he would have forgotten about you by now. After all he was the popular kid who was friends with everyone.
"How long has it been since we last saw each other?" He asked interrupting your thoughts. His eyes had become softer, looking at you like he was finally admitting that you were real.
"7 years" you replied too quickly. Almost before his question was even over. Like you had been keeping a count of the days. You mentally kicked yourself for coming off as desperate in front of him, even after all those years.
"That is such a long time. You look like a completely different person. I almost didn't recognise you. I guess I was still imagining you to be that same guy you were seven years ago. Listen I need to rush for a meeting, but we should definitely catch up. Does tomorrow work for you? I am in New York for another week."
"Um- yea I can meet you tomorrow."
"Cool then, I need to head for a meeting. Let's exchange our numbers and I'll text you the place and time. I can't wait to sit and talk with you like old times" And just like that plans were made, you exchanged numbers and went your separate way.
He wanted to talk like the old days. But nothing was like the old times. Everything has changed. He had gotten hotter, you had gotten more confident, yet in front of him, you still stumbled around like that dumb kid with a crush. The only thing that hadn't changed was your heart still skipped a beat when you saw him, your mind still made all types of scenarios while talking to him. What hadn't changed was that you were still attracted to him and he didn't have a clue about it.
You started panicking because your past and present were colliding. Two separate worlds that you had planned on keeping seperate. And the only possible end is that you will be the collateral damage of this collision.
Throughout the day, you kept checking your phone to see if you had a text from Max. Every time a new message popped up, you would check the sender with 0.1 seconds. When by the evening he hadn't texted, you just assumed he had forgotten about it and felt a sense of relief along with a pang of disappointment.
Just when you were about to mope about it instead of texting him first, you received a text:
Max: Hey Y/n, sorry the meeting ran long.
How would you like to catch a movie before the dinner?
You: Sure that would work for me. I hope you pick a good movie. And ofc you're the one paying 😜
M: Yes Yes, I'll pay the price for us to meet.
Y: Hey you make it sound like I'm forcing you to meet me. If you don't wanna meet, you don't have to.
M: So you can joke but I can't? I see you haven't changed.
Y: Wow, already judging me? And here I was hoping for a nice dinner.
M: Don't worry I'll pay for whatever you order.
Y: 'Whatever' you say? You shouldn't make such big promises Mr. Reynolds.
M: I stand by my word.
Y: Don't worry, I'll play nice since I'm getting a free meal.
M: So, it's a date 😉
Why would he say it was a date? You did not know where you stood now. Surely he was just joking. Your mind was thinking a million thoughts a minute. Keeping your racing brain at bay, you mentally prepared for the fated meet.
And soon enough, you had dressed nicely and reached the agreed place at sharp 3:50 hoping you'd get to calm your nerves before meeting Max.
To your surprise, he was already waiting for you outside the theatre. He was looking more handsome that he did 7 years ago. You walked up to him and he smiled at you as soon as you came into his view.
"Y/n, I am so glad you came." He said hugging you and giving you the bouquet he had in his hand.
This surely was feeling a lot like a date. Were you being delusional? "Of course I came, you were paying." You joked.
You went inside the theatre and Max had picked the best seats in the whole place. And on top of that, it was a really nice movie. He always had been a huge cinephile, so that was no surprise.
After the movie, Max led you to the restaurant where he had already reserved a table with an amazing view of New York City. Once you were seated on the table, and after a little awkwardness, it no longer felt like you two had been apart for 7 years. You had a million topics to discuss. Somehow the man sitting in front of you had calmed all your nerves.
You talked about your old town, how the people around there were doing. Max told you he had moved away for college a year after you ran away. That the town is not the same for him without you.
You told him one of the reasons you ran away- how everything with your parents had turned out. He told you all about college. How he was a lawyer now after completing university and he was working in a firm in Boston. He said he was here for a meeting and that's how he ran into you.
"You never told me, what do you do for a living?" He asked after a lot of chatter and food.
"Oh- I am an actor." You didn't want to lie, so you sold him a vague truth.
"Oh that's so cool, is there something i would have seen you in?" He asked, popping a fry in his mouth.
"I don't think so, I'm not very popular. I mostly star in very niche movies. They are very low budget and all." It wasn't a lie right? Your niche was adult movies and they obviously didn't have a million dollar budget.
"That sounds interesting. I would love to see one of your movies someday."
"So, how's Lacy?" You asked trying to divert the topic.
"Who?" he asked with a puzzled look.
"You know, Lacy Jenson, your girlfriend." You remembered Lacy after all these years, about how obsessed she was with Max. And how she hated it when you used to hang out with him.
"Oh Lacy, she's just an ex now." He was very calm, which made you believe that this break up happened a long time back.
"What? When did you guys break up?"
"Right after high school. You and I both knew it wasn't gonna last."
His admittance left a source taste in your mouth. If he always knew that the relationship wouldn't last, why would he date her for 2 years?
"Are you seeing someone else then?" You ask quickly not letting your thoughts go any further.
"Well I am not with someone right now."
"Wow really? I never thought Max Reynolds would be single.
"Well there's a time for everything. How about you, are you dating someone?"
"Not really. You know I've never really been popular with guys." Max was one of the only people in your hometown who knew that you were attracted to boys.
"You just never knew who really liked you." Max said with a laugh like he knew some secret about you that you didn't.
And so the conversations lasted a long time. It was already 10 pm and you were almost prompted to take him to your favourite club. But he had work tomorrow and you had a shoot. So it was best if you didn't go there if you both wanted to be sober the next day.
Max, like the chivalrous man he always was, decided to walk you home- even though you were gonna take the subway. All the while, you talked about so many things, afterall you had 7 years worth of stories to share.
Upon reaching your neighborhood, you told Max that you can go home from here.
"Are you sure? This is such a sketchy neighborhood," he replied.
"Hey! NY is pretty expensive and not everyone is a big shot lawyer to afford a penthouse in Manhattan." You suddenly felt very protective of your area.
"But don't your kind of movies pay well?" He asked
"Wait, what do you mean 'your kind of movies '?" How tf does he know?
"I saw something you were in Y/n, i know you are a popular gay pornostar"
"So do you judge me now?" That was all you could ask him. You couldn't even look him in the eye.
It wasn't like you were ashamed of what you did. You did the best you could with what you had when you moved here. And it had always been good enough for you to survive on your own. But not everyone would feel that way.
"No, of course not! Why would I judge you?" Max said raising your head so you could look him in the eye.
"Do you wanna come upstairs? Maybe I can tell you more about my life." You asked him when you reached your building.
He just replied with a nod.
You had cleaned up the place. Not like you were expecting him to come over. It had been a mess for too long.
"I don't judge you, you know. I completely get why you did what you did. And you could've done something else, but I can't even imagine how difficult it must have been for you to move away at 17 with nothing to do and nowhere to stay. I know you ran away with very little money. You didn't even get to graduate from high school like everyone else. People talked all about you in town, how you ran away and I couldn't bear it anymore. I just had to leave too." Max said right as you both got inside the house and you closed the door.
And for the first time, you didn't have to explain anything. You didn't have to tell him that you wish life had been kinder to you, but your body was the only thing you had that you could use to survive in this world. That you would've done anything else, but as a naive teenager, you made a wrong decision and here you are.
The tears were involuntary, you hadn't even realised you were crying till Max came closer and hugged you. And suddenly, all the feelings you had been suppressing came out. All your tears, sobs, worries, anxieties, pouring on his shirt.
Finally, once you had calmed down, you let out a sad laugh, "Sorry I ruined your shirt."
"I don't care about the shirt, do you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you. Max, can I tell you something?" You really had nothing to lose. You probably wouldn't be in touch with Max after this anyways. And so, after he gave you a hum of approval, you confessed.
"I always had a huge crush on you. Back when we were in town. When we were friends. When I told you I like boys. When you were dating Lacy. I always liked you. You were my best friend, my crush and a man I would always wish could've been mine."
"What changed?" He asked.
He was so close and you just wanted to kiss him. You always didn't want to ruin the friendship, but there wasn't much of friendship left anyways. So you did press your lips to his, unsure at first.
Max kissed you back. He adjusted the position to kiss you better. One of his hands holding your waist, while the other was in your hair. He put his tongue inside your mouth and you both enjoyed the intimate moment. The kiss lasting long enough that you felt like you were trying to make up for a decade of pining over him. When you finally broke the kiss, it was only to breathe in some air.
"I had been wanting to do this for so long, I just wish I was braver 7 years ago." Max said, only confirming that he too wanted you all that time back.
You had no words to react to this confession. So you just kissed him to show how much you really wanted to do this too. You both were taking off each others clothes, never taking your lips off the other.
Once your shirt was off, Max started to kiss down your jaw, your neck, your chest, your nipples and you could feel his hot lips raising every nerve in your body.
You stopped him only to do the same thing to him. You first had to appreciate how sexy he had turned out to be. All well defined muscles for you to worship.
You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel those arms, that chest, those abs. You were delighted to find out how sensitive his nipples were. After taking enough care of those, you decide to go lower and claim your prize.
You got him out of those pants and that is when you understood why he was so popular among all the girls. What you could see in front of you was no less than a marvel carved out by the Gods themself. He was both big and thick.
You got to work by licking the precum off the pink tip. Tasting that salty liquid. He smelled so masculine, the musk was overpowering you. You wanted to tease him more, kissing along the length with soft butterfly kisses. Licking him from the tip to the base and going back up. And when finally you took the tip in your mouth, the sounds he let out was sinful enough that it would put the devil to shame. You wanted to tease him more and go down very slowly, but Max had had enough of your teasing and pushed you down. Suddenly your nose was in his pubes and his dick was down your throat. Luckily all the years of practice was coming in handy and you were deep throating him like the expert you were.
Max was a moaning, grunting mess with how tight your throat and mouth were around his dick. It was like he could come right on spot. And he decided to take you off his dick to feel what more you had to offer. But the sight of you almost made him cum. You looked like a mess, your eyes watery, spit slobbered all on your chin. And one string of spit connecting you to his dick.
He flipped you on the bed so you were on your hands and knees. And he could see your thick ass, the very same he had seen in one of your videos. He pulled apart at your cheeks, looking at the right little hole waiting for him to ruin it. He licked down one thick stripe over your hole. And slowly out his tongue in. He ate you out like a starving man. Like you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. His tongue felt so deep inside you, that you couldn't help but wonder what his dick would feel like. He slowly started adding a finger and then two while eating you out.
Once he deeemed you open enough, he rolled on a condom, put you in missionary, put some spit on his dick and your hole, and slowly went inside you.
He truly was huge. A size your hole is never gonna forget. By the time he was fully inside you, you were already out of breath. He let you take all the time you needed to adjust to his length.
You moved yourself on his dick and that was enough signal for him. He started thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. You could feel him hit your prostate after every thrust.
He only kept getting faster and wilder. You were almost feeling him in your stomach. All the abuse to your prostate paired with his sweet nothings had you very close.
"I'm gonna cum" you warned him.
"Come for me baby boy, I know you can do it untouched. Come on." Was all he said to you.
And as if following his command, you came untouched. Your hole tightening around his dick. His thrusts stuttered a little before he came into the condom with a groan.
You both were completely drenched in sweat and your cum. He was laying on top of you like a hot weighted blanket.
Soon enough he got up, went to the bathroom and brought a clean towel to clean you up. You were too tired to move after this. So he just came to the bed besides you and cuddled you.
"You know, sex is better when you do it with someone you actually like." Was the last thing you said to him before drifting off to sleep
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I Think I've seen you Somewhere
Childhood bestfriend x Pornstar Male Reader
Summary: You meet your childhood best friend after 7 years. Would everything still be the same between you two? Or will you finally confess what you have kept to yourself all these years?
Category: Fluff, smut
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: family trauma, childhood trauma, reader is ashamed of their work, pining for a looong time, child abuse (not explicitly mentioned), a lot of sappy things honestly, oh also smut ensures towards the end.
A/n: This is written as a OC story, but you can imagine the character to be whoever you want. It took me some time to write this after thinking about it, so i hope you'll like it.
"Y/n! Is that you?" You heard a voice call out to you. A voice you could recognise anywhere, any day. Turning around slowly, you were facing Max Reynolds, your childhood best friend.
"Max! I am so surprised to see you here," you replied like you wouldn't have run away if you saw him first. It was difficult to pretend to be cool when you were always attached to him just a few years ago. To pretend like he was just someone you knew as an acquaintance.
You were truly surprised though. You never expected to be called by that name again. Never thought you'd hear Max's voice again. He sounded different now, more mature, his voice had gotten deeper since you knew him as a teenager. But somehow it was still Max. You thought you wouldn't be able to see him ever in your life again. Especially when you moved so far from home and cut all your ties to everyone back at your hometown.
"I should be the one saying that. You disappeared without a trace and now you meet me in New York of all places? I guess I must have been manifesting meeting you too hard."
What? He has been hoping to see you? You had thought about Max on multiple occasions, how could you not when he was your only true friend in that hellhole. But you believed that he would have forgotten about you by now. After all he was the popular kid who was friends with everyone.
"How long has it been since we last saw each other?" He asked interrupting your thoughts. His eyes had become softer, looking at you like he was finally admitting that you were real.
"7 years" you replied too quickly. Almost before his question was even over. Like you had been keeping a count of the days. You mentally kicked yourself for coming off as desperate in front of him, even after all those years.
"That is such a long time. You look like a completely different person. I almost didn't recognise you. I guess I was still imagining you to be that same guy you were seven years ago. Listen I need to rush for a meeting, but we should definitely catch up. Does tomorrow work for you? I am in New York for another week."
"Um- yea I can meet you tomorrow."
"Cool then, I need to head for a meeting. Let's exchange our numbers and I'll text you the place and time. I can't wait to sit and talk with you like old times" And just like that plans were made, you exchanged numbers and went your separate way.
He wanted to talk like the old days. But nothing was like the old times. Everything has changed. He had gotten hotter, you had gotten more confident, yet in front of him, you still stumbled around like that dumb kid with a crush. The only thing that hadn't changed was your heart still skipped a beat when you saw him, your mind still made all types of scenarios while talking to him. What hadn't changed was that you were still attracted to him and he didn't have a clue about it.
You started panicking because your past and present were colliding. Two separate worlds that you had planned on keeping seperate. And the only possible end is that you will be the collateral damage of this collision.
Throughout the day, you kept checking your phone to see if you had a text from Max. Every time a new message popped up, you would check the sender with 0.1 seconds. When by the evening he hadn't texted, you just assumed he had forgotten about it and felt a sense of relief along with a pang of disappointment.
Just when you were about to mope about it instead of texting him first, you received a text:
Max: Hey Y/n, sorry the meeting ran long.
How would you like to catch a movie before the dinner?
You: Sure that would work for me. I hope you pick a good movie. And ofc you're the one paying 😜
M: Yes Yes, I'll pay the price for us to meet.
Y: Hey you make it sound like I'm forcing you to meet me. If you don't wanna meet, you don't have to.
M: So you can joke but I can't? I see you haven't changed.
Y: Wow, already judging me? And here I was hoping for a nice dinner.
M: Don't worry I'll pay for whatever you order.
Y: 'Whatever' you say? You shouldn't make such big promises Mr. Reynolds.
M: I stand by my word.
Y: Don't worry, I'll play nice since I'm getting a free meal.
M: So, it's a date 😉
Why would he say it was a date? You did not know where you stood now. Surely he was just joking. Your mind was thinking a million thoughts a minute. Keeping your racing brain at bay, you mentally prepared for the fated meet.
And soon enough, you had dressed nicely and reached the agreed place at sharp 3:50 hoping you'd get to calm your nerves before meeting Max.
To your surprise, he was already waiting for you outside the theatre. He was looking more handsome that he did 7 years ago. You walked up to him and he smiled at you as soon as you came into his view.
"Y/n, I am so glad you came." He said hugging you and giving you the bouquet he had in his hand.
This surely was feeling a lot like a date. Were you being delusional? "Of course I came, you were paying." You joked.
You went inside the theatre and Max had picked the best seats in the whole place. And on top of that, it was a really nice movie. He always had been a huge cinephile, so that was no surprise.
After the movie, Max led you to the restaurant where he had already reserved a table with an amazing view of New York City. Once you were seated on the table, and after a little awkwardness, it no longer felt like you two had been apart for 7 years. You had a million topics to discuss. Somehow the man sitting in front of you had calmed all your nerves.
You talked about your old town, how the people around there were doing. Max told you he had moved away for college a year after you ran away. That the town is not the same for him without you.
You told him one of the reasons you ran away- how everything with your parents had turned out. He told you all about college. How he was a lawyer now after completing university and he was working in a firm in Boston. He said he was here for a meeting and that's how he ran into you.
"You never told me, what do you do for a living?" He asked after a lot of chatter and food.
"Oh- I am an actor." You didn't want to lie, so you sold him a vague truth.
"Oh that's so cool, is there something i would have seen you in?" He asked, popping a fry in his mouth.
"I don't think so, I'm not very popular. I mostly star in very niche movies. They are very low budget and all." It wasn't a lie right? Your niche was adult movies and they obviously didn't have a million dollar budget.
"That sounds interesting. I would love to see one of your movies someday."
"So, how's Lacy?" You asked trying to divert the topic.
"Who?" he asked with a puzzled look.
"You know, Lacy Jenson, your girlfriend." You remembered Lacy after all these years, about how obsessed she was with Max. And how she hated it when you used to hang out with him.
"Oh Lacy, she's just an ex now." He was very calm, which made you believe that this break up happened a long time back.
"What? When did you guys break up?"
"Right after high school. You and I both knew it wasn't gonna last."
His admittance left a source taste in your mouth. If he always knew that the relationship wouldn't last, why would he date her for 2 years?
"Are you seeing someone else then?" You ask quickly not letting your thoughts go any further.
"Well I am not with someone right now."
"Wow really? I never thought Max Reynolds would be single.
"Well there's a time for everything. How about you, are you dating someone?"
"Not really. You know I've never really been popular with guys." Max was one of the only people in your hometown who knew that you were attracted to boys.
"You just never knew who really liked you." Max said with a laugh like he knew some secret about you that you didn't.
And so the conversations lasted a long time. It was already 10 pm and you were almost prompted to take him to your favourite club. But he had work tomorrow and you had a shoot. So it was best if you didn't go there if you both wanted to be sober the next day.
Max, like the chivalrous man he always was, decided to walk you home- even though you were gonna take the subway. All the while, you talked about so many things, afterall you had 7 years worth of stories to share.
Upon reaching your neighborhood, you told Max that you can go home from here.
"Are you sure? This is such a sketchy neighborhood," he replied.
"Hey! NY is pretty expensive and not everyone is a big shot lawyer to afford a penthouse in Manhattan." You suddenly felt very protective of your area.
"But don't your kind of movies pay well?" He asked
"Wait, what do you mean 'your kind of movies '?" How tf does he know?
"I saw something you were in Y/n, i know you are a popular gay pornostar"
"So do you judge me now?" That was all you could ask him. You couldn't even look him in the eye.
It wasn't like you were ashamed of what you did. You did the best you could with what you had when you moved here. And it had always been good enough for you to survive on your own. But not everyone would feel that way.
"No, of course not! Why would I judge you?" Max said raising your head so you could look him in the eye.
"Do you wanna come upstairs? Maybe I can tell you more about my life." You asked him when you reached your building.
He just replied with a nod.
You had cleaned up the place. Not like you were expecting him to come over. It had been a mess for too long.
"I don't judge you, you know. I completely get why you did what you did. And you could've done something else, but I can't even imagine how difficult it must have been for you to move away at 17 with nothing to do and nowhere to stay. I know you ran away with very little money. You didn't even get to graduate from high school like everyone else. People talked all about you in town, how you ran away and I couldn't bear it anymore. I just had to leave too." Max said right as you both got inside the house and you closed the door.
And for the first time, you didn't have to explain anything. You didn't have to tell him that you wish life had been kinder to you, but your body was the only thing you had that you could use to survive in this world. That you would've done anything else, but as a naive teenager, you made a wrong decision and here you are.
The tears were involuntary, you hadn't even realised you were crying till Max came closer and hugged you. And suddenly, all the feelings you had been suppressing came out. All your tears, sobs, worries, anxieties, pouring on his shirt.
Finally, once you had calmed down, you let out a sad laugh, "Sorry I ruined your shirt."
"I don't care about the shirt, do you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you. Max, can I tell you something?" You really had nothing to lose. You probably wouldn't be in touch with Max after this anyways. And so, after he gave you a hum of approval, you confessed.
"I always had a huge crush on you. Back when we were in town. When we were friends. When I told you I like boys. When you were dating Lacy. I always liked you. You were my best friend, my crush and a man I would always wish could've been mine."
"What changed?" He asked.
He was so close and you just wanted to kiss him. You always didn't want to ruin the friendship, but there wasn't much of friendship left anyways. So you did press your lips to his, unsure at first.
Max kissed you back. He adjusted the position to kiss you better. One of his hands holding your waist, while the other was in your hair. He put his tongue inside your mouth and you both enjoyed the intimate moment. The kiss lasting long enough that you felt like you were trying to make up for a decade of pining over him. When you finally broke the kiss, it was only to breathe in some air.
"I had been wanting to do this for so long, I just wish I was braver 7 years ago." Max said, only confirming that he too wanted you all that time back.
You had no words to react to this confession. So you just kissed him to show how much you really wanted to do this too. You both were taking off each others clothes, never taking your lips off the other.
Once your shirt was off, Max started to kiss down your jaw, your neck, your chest, your nipples and you could feel his hot lips raising every nerve in your body.
You stopped him only to do the same thing to him. You first had to appreciate how sexy he had turned out to be. All well defined muscles for you to worship.
You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel those arms, that chest, those abs. You were delighted to find out how sensitive his nipples were. After taking enough care of those, you decide to go lower and claim your prize.
You got him out of those pants and that is when you understood why he was so popular among all the girls. What you could see in front of you was no less than a marvel carved out by the Gods themself. He was both big and thick.
You got to work by licking the precum off the pink tip. Tasting that salty liquid. He smelled so masculine, the musk was overpowering you. You wanted to tease him more, kissing along the length with soft butterfly kisses. Licking him from the tip to the base and going back up. And when finally you took the tip in your mouth, the sounds he let out was sinful enough that it would put the devil to shame. You wanted to tease him more and go down very slowly, but Max had had enough of your teasing and pushed you down. Suddenly your nose was in his pubes and his dick was down your throat. Luckily all the years of practice was coming in handy and you were deep throating him like the expert you were.
Max was a moaning, grunting mess with how tight your throat and mouth were around his dick. It was like he could come right on spot. And he decided to take you off his dick to feel what more you had to offer. But the sight of you almost made him cum. You looked like a mess, your eyes watery, spit slobbered all on your chin. And one string of spit connecting you to his dick.
He flipped you on the bed so you were on your hands and knees. And he could see your thick ass, the very same he had seen in one of your videos. He pulled apart at your cheeks, looking at the right little hole waiting for him to ruin it. He licked down one thick stripe over your hole. And slowly out his tongue in. He ate you out like a starving man. Like you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. His tongue felt so deep inside you, that you couldn't help but wonder what his dick would feel like. He slowly started adding a finger and then two while eating you out.
Once he deeemed you open enough, he rolled on a condom, put you in missionary, put some spit on his dick and your hole, and slowly went inside you.
He truly was huge. A size your hole is never gonna forget. By the time he was fully inside you, you were already out of breath. He let you take all the time you needed to adjust to his length.
You moved yourself on his dick and that was enough signal for him. He started thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. You could feel him hit your prostate after every thrust.
He only kept getting faster and wilder. You were almost feeling him in your stomach. All the abuse to your prostate paired with his sweet nothings had you very close.
"I'm gonna cum" you warned him.
"Come for me baby boy, I know you can do it untouched. Come on." Was all he said to you.
And as if following his command, you came untouched. Your hole tightening around his dick. His thrusts stuttered a little before he came into the condom with a groan.
You both were completely drenched in sweat and your cum. He was laying on top of you like a hot weighted blanket.
Soon enough he got up, went to the bathroom and brought a clean towel to clean you up. You were too tired to move after this. So he just came to the bed besides you and cuddled you.
"You know, sex is better when you do it with someone you actually like." Was the last thing you said to him before drifting off to sleep
What happened to ur ikaris smut fic?
It's right here
Guys I have this story idea of pornstar male reader with childhood bestfriend. I'm gonna write it!!
Would it be better to make the character an oc or should I write it about someone specific??
Why did no one tell me that you have to update the links when you change your username 😭😭
Fool's Heart
Anthony Bridgerton x Male Reader
Summary: You and Anthony had something good going until he decided to leave you and get married to Edwina and you were left clinging to the memories of your past.
Category: Smut, Angst and Fluff (if you squint)
Warnings: living in the past, illicit affairs, smut, top!Anthony, bottom!male reader, reader is in love (it's cringe), cheating but not really
Everyone in the ton knew that Viscount Bridgerton was one of the most eligible bachelors of the season. It didn't help that he was a quite literally a Rake. After his sister had been married to Simon Basset, Violet Bridgerton turned her attention to the next eligible bachelor. Since Eloise was in no way going to marry someone, Anthony was the obvious next choice.
Although you always knew he would get married at some point in life, you had not hopes it would be this soon. You still had to know him better, still had to learn all his scars. Still wanted to learn
You had met Anthony almost 7 months ago. You started working at a bar that he frequented. Seeing a man like him made your heart do a little flip, and like a fool you acted on whim. There were a lot of times when you stole glances at him and there were few times when he had caught you. You had to play it off casually, which you were good at if you said so yourself. But Viscount Bridgerton had noticed your longing glances and how you smiled a little extra when you served him his drinks; how you would blush ever so slightly when your hands meet his, how those hands of yours would linger a little on his, to feel his skin.
You often looked at his hands. They were big, you weren't sure how hands could be sexy, but his hands were sexy. After some long days at work, you had often imagined how his hands would feel on your skin. Massaging the stress away of the long day. How they would grab you, grope you, feel you shiver under them as he made love to you. You felt pathetic fantasizing about such a thing, but what can one do when their heart is already taken?
You wouldn't have ever confessed to Anthony that you liked him. You knew confessing wouldn't make much difference. Men like you did not get who you wanted.
“Do you often leave alone this late in the night?“ Anthony asked one night as you were closing the bar.
You jumped a little hearing the sudden voice. The same voice that had many times whispered your name in your fantasy.
“Ah, yes I generally tend to work the closing shift. Did you need something Viscount Bridgerton?“ You asked politely trying to not be affected by the fact that he was standing so close to you.
“So you know who I am?“ He asks with a raise of his eyebrow.
“I know all of the regulars here.“ You replied as if he wasn't special.
“I suppose you must learn my name as you have been staring at me since the day you started working here.“ Anthony said with a cocky smile.
“Oh, um, it's nothing like that Viscount Bridgerton.“ You were blushing, not sure how to get out of this one.
“Call me Anthony,“ was all he said before his lips were inches away from your face.
You closed the space between your lips as if giving him permission to kiss you. You both stood there in the dark kissing each other for a few minutes before Anthony broke the kiss. You whined at when he pulled away, to which he chuckled.
“Do you want to take this to the bed chambers?“ He had asked so casually that you thought you were dreaming. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up again.
You nodded your head and let Anthony lead the way to a place where you believed such escapades took place every night.
As soon as you were in the room, neither of you wasted any time and started taking off each other's clothes while still kissing. The kiss was passionate, your tongues a tangled mess, a fight for dominance that Anthony had won naturally as you had no interest in winning.
Once you were out of your clothes, you ended up being pushed on the bed with Anthony on top of you. You couldn't help but marvel at his body, his strong arms, better than what you had imagined; the hair scattered across his torso. It was like he had been carved by the gods and none of your fantasies did him justice.
While you were lost in your admiration, Anthony had already put your legs on his shoulders and was preparing himself to enter you. And without much prep, he pushed himself inside your tight hole. You moaned as soon as his thick tip entered your hole without any warning.
Anthony just chuckled and said, “There is still a lot of it left, are you sure you can take it all in?“ It was more of a comment than a question.
“Lord Bridgerton, I had no idea you would be this large. Although I had certainly heard the rumors.“
He pushed inside of you slowly and all you could do was claw at his back to not push him away. When he was finally buried to the base, it felt like he was reaching your stomach.
Anthony set a slow pace at first waiting for you to adjust to his size. When he was sure that you had adjusted, he set a rough pace.
The bed you were on was shaking and hitting the wall. The only sounds that could help heard inside the room were the sounds of his skin slapping on you skin, your moans of his name and his grunts.
There was a lot of kissing and a lot of sweat. You were holding on to him, grabbing at his back which was all sweaty, some of his sweat was dripping on you with his movements. He was holding onto your hips feeling your tight walls squeeze him inside and wanting to ruin you completely.
Before long, you were close to your climax. “Anthony, I-i don't think I can hold out much longer.“ You said in between gasps and pants.
Without any response, he just positioned himself in a way that he was hitting your prostate with every thrust. And without being able to say anything but a chant of his name, you came without even touching your dick.
Anthony just set a more brutal pace as you tightened around him during your climax and soon enough, he was coming inside you, filling you full of his cum and still fucking it into you.
Anthony fell on top of you as he was done riding his orgasam. For a few minutes, you were a tangle of limps and torsos covered in sweat. And all you could think was that this was better than any of your fantasies.
Once he had caught his breath, Anthony got up, got dressed and was ready to leave.
“Won't you stay a little while longer?“ You had asked him hopefully.
“I can't,“ was all he replied before walking out the door.
After this incident, you two would often meet up after closing the bar.
Sometimes you would go to your house, sometimes to some hotel. And he would never stay the night.
There were things you learnt about him during these nights, like how he loved it when you called him 'Lord Bridgerton' when you were in bed. And how much he enjoyed when you were the one riding him, knowing that while you were on top, he had all the power. Sometimes he would let you take charge and he enjoyed that too.
Today when you came for your shift at the bar, Anthony was sitting there surrounded by his friends and brothers. They all seemed to be celebrating something. You tried to meet Anthony's eye but he wouldn't look at you. It was like he was actively avoiding your gaze.
When you asked Devon, who worked alongside you at the bar, as to what they were celebrating, he said something that shattered your whole world. “Lord Bridgerton had been engaged with the diamond of the season, Edwina Sharma.“
When you went to their table to serve their drinks, and try to talk to Anthony, he ignored you like you were any other server.
“I'll be back in a minute,” you said to Devon and went to the back alley.
You couldn't believe it. Anthony was engaged and he wouldn't talk to you. You knew that this couldn't have been this sudden. There is a whole courtship process and Anthony must have followed it. You had just met last week and he hadn't mentioned any of this. He was getting married and he didn't even tell you as much. He didn't even give you a proper goodbye.
You were crying and there was no way to stop yourself. At the end, you just had to wipe your face, fake a smile and get back to tending the bar.
For the next few days, Anthony had not visited the bar, he had not visited your house. You had not been able to see him and it was killing you.
You had decided to talk a walk in the park to clear your mind. That's when you saw him, he was walking in your direction with what you presumed as the diamond of this season, Edwina Sharma and his arm. When he saw you, he tried to turn the other way, but you were quicker.
“Lord Bridgerton, I'm surprised to see you here.“ You said walking up to him.
“I could say the same.“ Anthony said with a forced smile.
“And you must be Edwina Sharma, the future Lady Bridgerton.“ You said with a polite bow.
After pleasantries we're exchanged, you asked Edwina for a few minutes with Anthony and she happily compiled.
You and Anthony walked off to a more seculded area where you took a hold of him and said, “You are getting married and you didn't not even wish to inform me?“ It was impossible for you to keep your emotions in anymore. All the hurt, all the anger, all the sadness was now dripping with your voice.
“And why must I inform you of that?“ Anthony said, his voice like venom. And if words could kill, you would have been dead by now.
“I thought I meant something to you.“ You said, voice barely above a whisper.
“Think of it Y/n, we were just having fun. We both knew that a Viscount can't marry a bar server and that too a man. You were just deluded if you thought it was anything more than that.“
And while you knew that all he said was true, it still hurt to hear that from him. You had no words left to speak and all you could do was leave from there before you embarass yourself by crying in front of him.
Idk how this came out honestly, the idea was good, the execution of it was probably shit😭. I am always up for constructive criticism so feel free to lemme know how I can improve. Also whether Anthony changed or was all the romantic tension in readers head is up to your interpretation.
Fool's Heart
Anthony Bridgerton x Male Reader
Summary: You and Anthony had something good going until he decided to leave you and get married to Edwina and you were left clinging to the memories of your past.
Category: Smut, Angst and Fluff (if you squint)
Warnings: living in the past, illicit affairs, smut, top!Anthony, bottom!male reader, reader is in love (it's cringe), cheating but not really
Everyone in the ton knew that Viscount Bridgerton was one of the most eligible bachelors of the season. It didn't help that he was a quite literally a Rake. After his sister had been married to Simon Basset, Violet Bridgerton turned her attention to the next eligible bachelor. Since Eloise was in no way going to marry someone, Anthony was the obvious next choice.
Although you always knew he would get married at some point in life, you had not hopes it would be this soon. You still had to know him better, still had to learn all his scars. Still wanted to learn
You had met Anthony almost 7 months ago. You started working at a bar that he frequented. Seeing a man like him made your heart do a little flip, and like a fool you acted on whim. There were a lot of times when you stole glances at him and there were few times when he had caught you. You had to play it off casually, which you were good at if you said so yourself. But Viscount Bridgerton had noticed your longing glances and how you smiled a little extra when you served him his drinks; how you would blush ever so slightly when your hands meet his, how those hands of yours would linger a little on his, to feel his skin.
You often looked at his hands. They were big, you weren't sure how hands could be sexy, but his hands were sexy. After some long days at work, you had often imagined how his hands would feel on your skin. Massaging the stress away of the long day. How they would grab you, grope you, feel you shiver under them as he made love to you. You felt pathetic fantasizing about such a thing, but what can one do when their heart is already taken?
You wouldn't have ever confessed to Anthony that you liked him. You knew confessing wouldn't make much difference. Men like you did not get who you wanted.
“Do you often leave alone this late in the night?“ Anthony asked one night as you were closing the bar.
You jumped a little hearing the sudden voice. The same voice that had many times whispered your name in your fantasy.
“Ah, yes I generally tend to work the closing shift. Did you need something Viscount Bridgerton?“ You asked politely trying to not be affected by the fact that he was standing so close to you.
“So you know who I am?“ He asks with a raise of his eyebrow.
“I know all of the regulars here.“ You replied as if he wasn't special.
“I suppose you must learn my name as you have been staring at me since the day you started working here.“ Anthony said with a cocky smile.
“Oh, um, it's nothing like that Viscount Bridgerton.“ You were blushing, not sure how to get out of this one.
“Call me Anthony,“ was all he said before his lips were inches away from your face.
You closed the space between your lips as if giving him permission to kiss you. You both stood there in the dark kissing each other for a few minutes before Anthony broke the kiss. You whined at when he pulled away, to which he chuckled.
“Do you want to take this to the bed chambers?“ He had asked so casually that you thought you were dreaming. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up again.
You nodded your head and let Anthony lead the way to a place where you believed such escapades took place every night.
As soon as you were in the room, neither of you wasted any time and started taking off each other's clothes while still kissing. The kiss was passionate, your tongues a tangled mess, a fight for dominance that Anthony had won naturally as you had no interest in winning.
Once you were out of your clothes, you ended up being pushed on the bed with Anthony on top of you. You couldn't help but marvel at his body, his strong arms, better than what you had imagined; the hair scattered across his torso. It was like he had been carved by the gods and none of your fantasies did him justice.
While you were lost in your admiration, Anthony had already put your legs on his shoulders and was preparing himself to enter you. And without much prep, he pushed himself inside your tight hole. You moaned as soon as his thick tip entered your hole without any warning.
Anthony just chuckled and said, “There is still a lot of it left, are you sure you can take it all in?“ It was more of a comment than a question.
“Lord Bridgerton, I had no idea you would be this large. Although I had certainly heard the rumors.“
He pushed inside of you slowly and all you could do was claw at his back to not push him away. When he was finally buried to the base, it felt like he was reaching your stomach.
Anthony set a slow pace at first waiting for you to adjust to his size. When he was sure that you had adjusted, he set a rough pace.
The bed you were on was shaking and hitting the wall. The only sounds that could help heard inside the room were the sounds of his skin slapping on you skin, your moans of his name and his grunts.
There was a lot of kissing and a lot of sweat. You were holding on to him, grabbing at his back which was all sweaty, some of his sweat was dripping on you with his movements. He was holding onto your hips feeling your tight walls squeeze him inside and wanting to ruin you completely.
Before long, you were close to your climax. “Anthony, I-i don't think I can hold out much longer.“ You said in between gasps and pants.
Without any response, he just positioned himself in a way that he was hitting your prostate with every thrust. And without being able to say anything but a chant of his name, you came without even touching your dick.
Anthony just set a more brutal pace as you tightened around him during your climax and soon enough, he was coming inside you, filling you full of his cum and still fucking it into you.
Anthony fell on top of you as he was done riding his orgasam. For a few minutes, you were a tangle of limps and torsos covered in sweat. And all you could think was that this was better than any of your fantasies.
Once he had caught his breath, Anthony got up, got dressed and was ready to leave.
“Won't you stay a little while longer?“ You had asked him hopefully.
“I can't,“ was all he replied before walking out the door.
After this incident, you two would often meet up after closing the bar.
Sometimes you would go to your house, sometimes to some hotel. And he would never stay the night.
There were things you learnt about him during these nights, like how he loved it when you called him 'Lord Bridgerton' when you were in bed. And how much he enjoyed when you were the one riding him, knowing that while you were on top, he had all the power. Sometimes he would let you take charge and he enjoyed that too.
Today when you came for your shift at the bar, Anthony was sitting there surrounded by his friends and brothers. They all seemed to be celebrating something. You tried to meet Anthony's eye but he wouldn't look at you. It was like he was actively avoiding your gaze.
When you asked Devon, who worked alongside you at the bar, as to what they were celebrating, he said something that shattered your whole world. “Lord Bridgerton had been engaged with the diamond of the season, Edwina Sharma.“
When you went to their table to serve their drinks, and try to talk to Anthony, he ignored you like you were any other server.
“I'll be back in a minute,” you said to Devon and went to the back alley.
You couldn't believe it. Anthony was engaged and he wouldn't talk to you. You knew that this couldn't have been this sudden. There is a whole courtship process and Anthony must have followed it. You had just met last week and he hadn't mentioned any of this. He was getting married and he didn't even tell you as much. He didn't even give you a proper goodbye.
You were crying and there was no way to stop yourself. At the end, you just had to wipe your face, fake a smile and get back to tending the bar.
For the next few days, Anthony had not visited the bar, he had not visited your house. You had not been able to see him and it was killing you.
You had decided to talk a walk in the park to clear your mind. That's when you saw him, he was walking in your direction with what you presumed as the diamond of this season, Edwina Sharma and his arm. When he saw you, he tried to turn the other way, but you were quicker.
“Lord Bridgerton, I'm surprised to see you here.“ You said walking up to him.
“I could say the same.“ Anthony said with a forced smile.
“And you must be Edwina Sharma, the future Lady Bridgerton.“ You said with a polite bow.
After pleasantries we're exchanged, you asked Edwina for a few minutes with Anthony and she happily compiled.
You and Anthony walked off to a more seculded area where you took a hold of him and said, “You are getting married and you didn't not even wish to inform me?“ It was impossible for you to keep your emotions in anymore. All the hurt, all the anger, all the sadness was now dripping with your voice.
“And why must I inform you of that?“ Anthony said, his voice like venom. And if words could kill, you would have been dead by now.
“I thought I meant something to you.“ You said, voice barely above a whisper.
“Think of it Y/n, we were just having fun. We both knew that a Viscount can't marry a bar server and that too a man. You were just deluded if you thought it was anything more than that.“
And while you knew that all he said was true, it still hurt to hear that from him. You had no words left to speak and all you could do was leave from there before you embarass yourself by crying in front of him.
Idk how this came out honestly, the idea was good, the execution of it was probably shit😭. I am always up for constructive criticism so feel free to lemme know how I can improve. Also whether Anthony changed or was all the romantic tension in readers head is up to your interpretation.
Something is cooking 😋
You can read it here
hopeless romantic! jason todd who thinks cheesy pick up lines are stupid, and that surely, the shakespearian shit is gonna work on hinge
hopeless romantic! jason todd who doesn't get why everyone he tries to match with doesnt fw his poetic bars (hes TRYING)
hopeless romantic! jason todd who finally, FINALLY gets a match. he has to put his phone down for a million years just to process everything and then glances back down at his screen to make sure it's still there.
how is someone is genuinely that stunning?
hopeless romantic! jason todd who feels like he's fumbling every time his messages you. if he had less pride, he'd probably ask dick for advice, but no, fuck that, he can do things on his own. it'd be humiliating to beg for romantic advice from him.
at least you seem amused by jason's antics. even if he does seem mildly inept with flirting. dork.
hopeless romantic! jason todd who makes sure to ask about your favourite flowers to get you a bouquet of them for your first date and meet up
hopeless romantic! jason todd who drops said flowers when he finally sees you in person and loses all his words and cognitive function for a moment when you say hi and greet him with a friendly hug. yeah he's not surviving the date.
completely and utterly hopeless! jason todd when the date goes incredible. he walks you home because... obviously? it's gotham and it's dark.
you leave him with a kiss on his cheek and the promise of seeing him sometime again, and he just knows he's a goner.
Need myself a dork like this 💕
Being Gay means downloading Grindr and deleting it, and letting this cycle repeat.....
I just watched Harry Potter for the first time (ik embarrassing for me) but some of the men in that are so cute 🥰
Now I prefer to not write for underage men so who wants Albus Dumbledore x male reader smut 😋
I was wondering: does anyone else feel the need to hide their fanfiction from their families and friends? I do. I'm comfortable for the most part sharing my work with internet strangers but if my family found out I'd probably unalive myself from embarassment.
Imagine the horrors. Especially if they saw the smut 😭
I'd end up homeless and probably in a psych ward 😶🌫️
It's a really good thing that there is hardly anyone who has any expectations from my writing. BECAUSE THE WAY I HARDLY EVER WRITE AND CALL MYSELF A WRITER- 😭😭
I Want You Back
Pairing: Yandere ex-bf Zac Efron x male reader
Category: Yandere
Warnings: stalking, possessive behavior, spying, manipulation, that's it ig
Word Count: 1.1k +
A/n: I had this sitting in my drafts for the longest of times, I finally had to write it. I'm not very good at writing yandere content, as I never have written in before. But I hope you like it.
You had met Zac a long time ago through some mutual friend. At that time you didn't know how things would end up. You and Zac quickly became friends and very close and soon you realised that you might have found someone you love.
When Zac asked you out you couldn't have been happier. You were over the moon and had a perfect date. This was 4 years ago and within a while, you had made it official with each other.
The relationship had been great for all the while you two dated. You did not have any complaints and he treated you like a prince and showered you with all the love and gifts. This is why he was so surprised when you broke up with him almost six months ago.
That decision came when you felt very restricted and tired in the relationship. Don't get me wrong Zac is amazing but you needed to just be alone for a while and he didn't understand that.
Over the last few months, you felt guilty about breaking up with Zac after how well he treated you and loved you. And also because it seemed like the universe wanted you to get back together too.
Everywhere you would go, you would be forced to remember Zac. Like when you saw this cute teddy bear near the stairs of your apartment complex. It was exactly like the one Zac had won for you at the Arcade for one of your dates. The resemblance was uncanny and made you wonder if it was that very same one. At first you thought maybe it's the effect of breaking up a relationship that lasted 4 years but after a while rather than missing him less, you started missing him more.
Every now and then, you were made to revisit a sweet memory you shared with Zac. This made you reconsider your decision. Made you doubt yourself. Made you think whether breaking up with Zac was the right thing to do. Did you make a huge mistake? Will Zac take you back?
You still weren't sure if you wanted to get back with him. So you ended up deciding to find a quick and easy rebound. Maybe this would help you move on.
Finding a rebound was not difficult at all. Guys nowadays want a quick and NSA fuck mostly. So you hooked up with a good looking guy you found on Grindr.
This guy was so nice and sex with him was also amazing. After Zac you really hadn't been much physically or emotionally available for anyone and this was a welcome change in your life.
After you guys hooked up, this man asked you if you wanted to go out sometime. You really liked him so you agreed for the date.
You and him texted back and forth for a couple of days. After careful consideration for both your schedules, you decided on a date, which was a week later.
Imagine your shock when you showed up to the venue that was discussed, after dressing up nice and sexy, the man did not show up. Not only that, he did not respond to any of your texts, or pick up your call. After waiting almost an hour, you concluded that you had been ghosted.
Feeling sad due to you getting stood up, you started going back home dejected. And you were standing face to face with the last person you had expected to see.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Zac asked, feigning surprise.
“I could ask you the same thing,” you quipped not wanting to admit you were almost on a date.
“Well I was just passing by. But you look really nice. Very handsome. So naturally I'm curious.” He raised his arms to show that he did not mean to grill me or something.
“I had a date, but he stood me up.” You admitted rather sheepishly remembering how Zac never made you wait.
“He must be a fool to miss out on a date with you. I would give anything for that opportunity.” He replied earnestly.
Seeing him and listening to his words made you feel more guilty. “I missed you,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. All your thoughts and strength went away after realising how much you had missed your ex boyfriend after the break up.
“I miss you all the time,” he confessed. This made your heart melt a little. “Did you have dinner?”
You just shook your head to indicate ‘no’.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?” Zac asked, hopeful that you would say yes.
You just replied, “It's a date,” and dragged him along to the closest restaurant.
Over dinner, you discussed everything, including your reason for leaving him. Zac promised to make an effort to better understand your feelings and wants. You promised to let him know if it got too much so he can dial down a little. And with the help of clear and truthful communication, you both got back together.
Well truthful communication on your side at least. Because Zac had been keeping a secret from you that he was sure he would take it to his grave.
The secret was regarding how he got you. All those coincidences that led to this serendipitous moment, were no work of fate at all. They were all in the plot of the mastermind Zac Efron.
You finding the teddy bear that looked exactly like the one you had from the arcade was because Zac kept it there. He had to go all around the town to find that exact teddy. He had memorised your schedule and positioned the teddy bear exactly in a place where you would spot him right away at the perfect time when you would be coming home from work. He also knew that you wouldn't be able to abandon such a cute teddy bear, you just would take it home with you. And what you could never know is that this seemingly harmless teddy bear was fitted with a camera and microphone by which Zac had been able to keep an eye on his darling and make sure he is safe. And if he needed to beat anyone up if you brought them home with you (which you didn't, making Zac believe that you still love him).
The fact that he could jerk off to your naked body was just an added benefit. He could see all your actions and he did not believe it to be wrong because he was just taking care of you.
Every time you would see something related to Zac, it was because he had planned it that way. And he was glad he did because he finally got to have you back.
Now that he had you, he planned to never let you go away from him. No matter how far he had to go.
Your feedback and comments are highly appreciated. Also my requests are open!!
Hi can I request a semi - yandere Zac Efron x Male reader where the reader breaks up with him for some reason and he gets really possessive. Like stalking and stuff, until he finally gets the reader back. The reader not knowing everything he has done.
I finally wrote this fic. Please let me know if you liked it.
You can find it here!
