[watchinglee2]

Commanding Gaze - Malik Delgahty x Male Reader

Plot: You drop to your knees for shirtless Malik Delgaty, staring up into his intense gaze as he grips the back of your head and fucks your throat raw before bending you over and pounding your ass deep with his thick cock until he floods you with load after load.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Commanding Gaze

You scroll through your feed late at night, the blue light of your phone casting shadows across your bedroom. The video pops up—a looping GIF of him. Malik Delgaty. Shirtless, powerful, every inch of his sculpted torso on full display. His arms are locked behind his head, biceps bulging, chest heaving slightly with each breath. That intense, furrowed brow, those full lips parted just enough to make your cock twitch. The way his abs tighten under the neon glow, a faint trail of hair leading down into his waistband. You pause the loop on the frame where his eyes lock directly with the camera. With you.

The audio snippet plays on repeat in your mind: that low, husky voice murmuring, “See you today and tomorrow, but I miss you already.” It feels personal. Like he’s speaking straight to you.

You can’t stop staring. Your hand slips under the sheets, wrapping around your hardening length as you imagine what it would be like to have him right there. Not just in pixels. Real. Sweaty. Demanding.

A notification pings. It’s a DM from a verified account. His account.

Hey. Saw you liking my posts. Come over. Now.

Your heart pounds. This can’t be real. But the address is attached, and before you know it, you’re in your car, driving through the city with your cock half-hard the entire way. When you arrive at the sleek apartment building, the doorman nods like he was expecting you. The elevator ride feels eternal.

The door opens, and there he is. Malik Delgaty in the flesh. Taller than he looks on screen, broader. He’s wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, the V-lines of his pelvis cutting sharp shadows. His chest is even more impressive up close—smooth, tanned skin stretched over thick pecs, nipples already pebbled. A dark tattoo curls over one shoulder. His hair is tousled, like he’s just rolled out of bed.

“You made it,” he says, voice deeper than the audio. His eyes rake over you, hungry. “Get inside.”

You step in. The door clicks shut. Before you can speak, his hand is on your chest, pushing you back against the wall. His mouth crashes into yours—hot, demanding, tongue sliding in like he owns you already. He tastes like mint and raw lust. One of his thick thighs presses between your legs, grinding against your bulge.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this,” he growls against your lips. His arms cage you in, biceps flexing as he grips the wall on either side of your head. You run your hands up his sides, feeling the heat of his skin, the ridges of his abs. He’s rock-hard under those sweatpants, his thick cock pressing insistently against your hip.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, that same intense stare from the video. “Strip. I want to see you.”

Your hands shake as you obey, shedding your shirt, pants, underwear until you’re naked before him. Malik’s gaze darkens. He reaches down, wrapping one strong hand around your cock and stroking slowly, thumb circling the head until you’re leaking.

“Good boy,” he murmurs. “Now get on your knees.”

You drop. His sweatpants slide down, and his cock springs free—heavy, veined, the head flushed dark and already glistening. At least eight inches, thick enough that your mouth waters. You lean in, but he grabs your hair, holding you just out of reach.

“Look at me while you suck it.”

You do. Those eyes bore into you as you take him into your mouth. He’s salty, musky, perfect. You swirl your tongue around the head, then sink deeper, relaxing your throat as he pushes in. Malik groans, hips rocking forward. His balls hang heavy against your chin.

“That’s it. Worship it. You’ve been staring at my body all night. Now taste it.”

You bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, one hand cupping his sack while the other strokes what you can’t fit. His abs tense above you, that perfect six-pack flexing with every thrust. He fucks your face steadily, not rough yet, but controlling. Saliva drips down your chin.

After a few minutes he pulls you off, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. “Bedroom. Now.”

He leads you there, hand firm on the back of your neck. The room is dim, lit by the same purple neon from his video. The bed is huge, sheets already rumpled. He pushes you down onto your back and climbs over you, straddling your chest. His cock slaps against your lips again.

“Open.”

You do. He feeds you his dick again, this time deeper, using your mouth while his hands roam your body—pinching your nipples, stroking your own aching cock. His thighs are powerful pillars on either side of you, quads flexing.

Malik shifts down, kissing you sloppily before moving lower. He mouths at your neck, your collarbone, sucking marks into your skin. When he reaches your nipples he bites gently, then harder, making you arch. His hand works your cock in long, firm strokes.

“You want me inside you?” he asks, voice rough.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

He grabs lube from the nightstand, slicking his fingers. One thick digit circles your hole, teasing before pushing in. You moan, spreading your legs wider. He adds a second, scissoring, curling them against your prostate until you’re whimpering his name.

“Malik… please…”

He lines up, that fat cockhead pressing against your entrance. He doesn’t rush. He watches your face as he sinks in—inch by inch, stretching you open. The burn is intense, perfect. When he’s buried to the hilt, balls deep, he stays there, letting you adjust. His arms are braced on either side of your head again, just like in the picture, muscles bulging.

“Look at me,” he commands.

You do. His hips start moving—slow, deep rolls that make your toes curl. Every thrust hits that spot inside you. His body is a machine above you: chest heaving, abs contracting, sweat starting to gleam on his skin. You reach up, running your hands over his pecs, feeling his heart pound.

“Faster,” you beg.

He smirks and obliges. The pace builds. Skin slaps against skin. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he pounds into you. The new angle makes you see stars. His cock drags along your walls, relentless.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “Tight. Hot. Mine.”

He leans down, kissing you messily as he fucks you. His tongue mirrors his cock’s rhythm. One hand wraps around your throat—not choking, just holding, asserting dominance. You clench around him, making him curse.

Malik pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up and slams back in, doggy style. His hand presses between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while your ass stays high. The new position lets him go even deeper. He rails you, grunting with effort, balls slapping your taint.

You fist the sheets, moaning into the pillow. He reaches around, jerking you in time with his thrusts.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls. “You want my load?”

“Yes—fuck, breed me, Malik.”

His rhythm turns erratic. He buries himself deep and stays there, cock pulsing as he cums. You feel every spurt, hot and thick, flooding your insides. The sensation pushes you over the edge. You cum hard, shooting across the sheets while he keeps grinding through his orgasm.

He collapses on top of you, heavy and warm, still buried inside. His breath is hot against your neck. For a moment, it’s just the two of you, hearts racing.

But he’s not done.

After a few minutes he pulls out, cum leaking down your thighs. He rolls you over and kisses down your body again, licking the mess from your cock, cleaning you with his tongue. Then he’s hard again—impossibly— and pushing back in.

This time it’s slower. Missionary, face to face. He watches every expression you make as he fucks you through the aftershocks. His arms cage you once more, that signature pose from the video now live and intimate. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“You look so good like this,” you whisper, tracing the tattoo on his arm.

He smiles—that rare, genuine one—and kisses you softly. But the softness doesn’t last. Soon he’s pounding again, chasing a second round. Sweat drips from his brow onto your chest. You lick it off his neck when he leans close.

Hours pass like this. He takes you in every position. Against the wall, with your legs wrapped around him while he holds you up like you weigh nothing. In the shower, water cascading over his muscular back as he fucks you from behind. Bent over the kitchen counter after a quick snack break, because even porn-level stamina needs fuel.

You lose count of how many times he makes you cum. He fills you twice more, then pulls out the last time to paint your chest and abs with his load. You both collapse, tangled together.

As dawn creeps in, he traces lazy patterns on your skin. “Stay the day,” he murmurs, echoing the audio. “And tomorrow. But I’ll miss you the second you leave.”

You smile, pressing closer to his warm, powerful body. Malik Delgaty—your fantasy made real—holds you tight.

[mocha-chocolata]

Battle of the Mouths

summary : completions between best friends are nothing new, only this time, y/n is the prize.

characters : black male reader x scott mccall x stiles stilinksi

note : this is so fucking ridiculous but i had an idea and i had no choice but to execute 😭😭 plus this is very in character for at least stiles

warnings : smut, oral ( y/n receiving ), cum threesome, swallowing, facials, face riding, ass eating, i think that’s it

“I’m sorry, you want to do what?”

When Stiles called Y/N over late on a school night saying that he and Scott needed his help, Y/N thought there was some sort of emergency. Beacon Hills was far from a safe place, especially when Y/N’s close circle of friends were comprised of supernatural creatures.

But when he got there, everything seemed to be normal. Well, as normal as things could be when Stiles and Scott were together.

Now he was sitting in Stiles’ desk chair, staring at the best friends with bewilderment clear as day on his expression. When the reason why he was called over so late was revealed, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There had to be some camera hidden in the room to capture his reaction during this obvious prank. Maybe Asthon Kutcher had come out of retirement for one last episode of Punk’d, and Y/N was the star.

But from the look on their faces’, that didn’t seem to be likely.

“Jesus Christ, Scott. Why did we choose him again?” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back on his bed.

Scott sighed. “Because he’s one of our oldest friends. We can trust him not to judge us.”

“But he’s dumb.”

“I’m not dumb, you sack of shit, I’m confused,” Y/N corrected him. He looked at Scott, who was clearly nervous, but he was the easier one to talk to. “I just want to make sure I’m hearing this right. You two want to—“

“Suck your dick.“

Scott closed his eyes when his best friend spoke, shaking his head in disbelief. Despite being 100% on board with it, Stiles could’ve even more delicate in his approach. “Jesus.”

“We were arguing over who we think could be the better one. Granted, neither of us have done this before—“ Stiles cut himself off as he looked at Scott. “You haven’t done this before, right? I swear to God, if you have some secret advantage—“

“I haven’t!” Scott exclaimed. “I’m straight. I think?”

Y/N barked out laughter that filled the room. Thankfully the Sheriff was stuck at the station for couple of hours, giving Y/N free range to be as loud with his disbelief as he wanted to. “Oh my God, you’re completely serious right now.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Scott wondered, furrowing his eyebrows. “It was between you or Danny. We agreed that you’re the cuter one. Plus, Danny’s a bit of a…”

“Whore. He’s a whore,” Stiles finished. “He’s slept with half the town. I mean, you probably have too since you’re hot as fuck, but knowing him, he’s probably slept with more.”

Y/N looked between the two guys in front of him, trying to figure out what in the fuck was wrong with them. They were never known to be a smart duo, but this was something else. They wanted him, someone who had known them their entire life, to pull out his dick and let them suck it to… prove a point?

The idea of having both of them on their knees sucking his dick was something he could get behind. It would be an utter lie to deny that his friends were attractive. He’s seen them naked plenty of times too during the years on the lacrosse team, so Y/N knew there was a possibility he could be sexually attracted to them. But to have it sprung on him made Y/N second guess why he even answeee Stiles’ phone call to begin with.

Stiles sighed as he stood up from the bed. “Pull it out,” he demanded.

“I never agreed,” Y/N pointed out.

Stiles gave him a knowing look. “If you didn’t want to do this, you would’ve left the moment I said it. So, shut up and pull your dick out.”

Y/N kept quiet since there was no point in arguing with the truth. He was still in the room for a reason. He was never going to turn away an attractive guy offering sex. After all, he was a man and they were basic creatures. Two attractive guys offering sex? Well, that was simply impossible for him to deny.

Sighing, Y/N stood up and untied the string to his gym shorts. They were all in agreement that whatever happened in this room, whether it was simply dick sucking or if they allowed themselves to go further, would never leave. Even Lydia and Malia couldn’t find out about this, and Y/N told them everything. Especially when it came to his juicy love life. If the girls found out then there goes any semblance of respect they had for them. They wouldn’t go a moment without making fun of him for being so easy.

When he dropped his gym shorts, which he coincidentally didn’t have anything else under, the tension in the room amplified. Scott’s eyes bulged and Stiles’ jaw dropped, both transfixed by the piece of meat dangling between Y/N’s legs. The reaction wasn’t anything new. He just thought the two guys that seen it almost daily wouldn’t be so surprised by how big he was on soft. Just wait until they saw him aroused.

“That’s not human,” Stiles said, shaking his head. He turned toward Scott. “That can’t human. Right?”

“I’m 100% human meat,” Y/N told him. “You sound scared.”

Stiles blushed as he attempted at standing his ground. “Me? Scared? Psh!“ he said, waving his hand dismissively.

Y/N decided to let him get off easy, despite the obvious shake of confidence Stiles just experienced. “You each get five minutes to make me cum. Seems fair enough, yeah? Let’s see who gets me there first.”

“Only five minutes? Doesn’t it take longer?” Scott wondered, unashamed of his lack of knowledge on how to suck a guy off.

“I haven’t slept with anyone for a while so Junior’s a bit easy to please,” Y/N admitted.

“You named your dick Junior?” Stiles snorted. “Could you be any more cliche?”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “Since talk too much, you’re going first. Maybe this will finally shut you up.”

Stiles challenged his gaze as he approached him. “Nothing can shut me up,” he said.

He pushed Y/N back into the desk chair, dropping to his knees in front of him. While his movements were hesitant, Stiles took the base of Y/N’s dick in his hand and began stroking. Y/N looked over at the clock on Stiles’ desk, noting the time was 8:57. Stiles had until 9:02 to make him cum or he would lose the bet, which he doubted would happen. While he had hope Scott would do his best, Stiles wasn’t fooling anyone. This was his idea and he was as eager as ever to do it. Scott was just going along for the ride because he was too curious to miss out.

Stiles started off slow at first, wrapping his lips around the tip. Y/N hummed in approval, leaning back in the chair as Stiles focused on striking his dick while sucking on the tip. It felt… oaky. It wasn’t anything impressive, but then again, this was more of a learning experience for the boys than it was for Y/N to get off.

As he sucked longer, Stiles seemed to grow more confident. He took more of Y/N’s dick in his mouth, opening his mouth wider to accommodate the girth. Drool spilled out the side of his mouth, which he used to lather on the base of Y/N’s dick. That’s when it started to feel good. From amateur to above average in an instant, YN’s breathing picked up as Stiles started to suck at a faster pace. More and more spit dribbled down the side of his face as he went down further, feverishly bobbing his head halfway as he stroked the remaining inches with both of his hands.

“Is he doing okay?” Scott asked, eyes glued to Y/N’s dick as he watched it glisten in the light above them.

“He’s alright,” Y/N shrugged. “Nothing special.”

Stiles challenged the obvious challenge by swallowing as much of the dick as he could. When the tip hit the back of his throat, his entire body shook as his gag reflex kicked in. The sound bounced off the walls as he spit everywhere. He was a messy duck sucker. He got a few extra points for that, since Y/N liked a guy who wasn’t afraid to give it his all, no matter how messy it could get.

Y/N hummed in delight at the vibration, resting his head on top of Stiles’ messy head of hair. Stiles picked the pace back up, gagging every so often. With his hands now free, he used one to gently massage Y/N’s balls, sending a chill up his body. That caused Y/N to actually moan, throwing his head back as he felt an orgasm approaching. Stiles could sense it too. He began to hum around Y/N’s dick, clearly right about never being able to shut up. Even with a dick in his mouth.

The tipping point was when Stiles pulled off Y/N’s dick with a pop, stroking the entirety of his length with slopping movement as he focused his mouth on the balls. All the while, he maintained dangerous eye contact as he sucked them into his mouth. He coated them with all the saliva he had, moaning like a pornstar to send the vibrations up to Y/N’s dick. And it worked. Y/N’s leg began to bounce as he allowed his orgasm to come at him full force.

Stiles spat the balls out of his mouth, moving his face right in front of Y/N’s dick as his climax came. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

Y/N clenched his abandon as ropes of cum came rushing out, painting Stiles’ face. He opened his mouth to let some fall into his mouth. He continued to stroke Y/N’s dick, milking him as much as he could until the last remaining amount of cum started to ooze out. Stiles wasted no time wrapping his mouth around the tip, swirling his tongue around to collect all of the cum before he was satisfied and came back up.

Scott’s eyes widened when his best friend turned to face him. “Stiles, your face—“

“I know,” Stiles grinned, standing up. “I feel like a cheap whore and I love it.”

Y/N chuckled as he watched Stiles fish his phone out of his pocket, aiming the camera at his cum soaked face as he took a bunch of photos. Scott came over to him, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the thin layer of sweat off of his forehead. Y/N appreciated the small gesture, flashing the next contender a smile.

“9:01, baby!” Stiles exclaimed, pointing toward the clock. “Try beating that, Scotty.”

“That isn’t hard,” Scott scoffed.

Y/N begged to differ. Despite it being his first time, Stiles got a B+ for making him cum so much. His giant mouth was good for something other than annoying the shit out of people. Y/N would’ve never guessed it.

Grabbing Y/N’s hand, Scott led him from the desk to the bed. He pushed him back onto bed in a similar fashion as his best friend. Y/N didn’t say anything as he laid on the bed. Whatever Scott had planned, it required him to be on his back. That was a surprise Y/N was all for.

All of Scott’s sweet demeanor seemed to vanish into the air as he unbuttoned his pants. Stiles and Y/N both stared in shock when Scott pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, expose his lower body. Y/N’s mouth began salivating at the thickness of Scott’s hairy thighs, already ten times more turned on than he was by Stiles’ mouth.

“Not fair! I didn’t get to use any outside help,” Stiles whined.

“That’s not my fault, is it?” Scott asked, grinning as he climb on top of Y/N.

Just when Y/N thought things couldn’t get better, Scott turned and presented his ass to him. Ignoring Stiles complaints in the background, Y/N zeroed in on the fat ass right in front of him, begging to be devoured. Turning to look at the clock one last time, Y/N took note of it being 9:07, giving Scott until 9:12 to make him cum. To be truthful, he didn’t give a fuck about the competition the best friends were having. He didn’t care even when Stiles was on his knees. Y/N just wanted his friends to suck his dick and get him off back to back.

The race started when Scott pressed his ass back against Y/N’s face while simultaneously swallowing as much of him as he could. Y/N moaned into Scott’s ass, reaching up to spread his cheeks so he could get better access. It was safe to say this was no longer about just winning a challenge. Scott was exploring his deepest desires, and took the opportunity to do so. All while Stiles stood next to them, stroking his throbbing dick as he watched his best friend work his magic.

Scott’s ass was way better than his mouth, and it wasn’t a fair comparison at all. Y/N worked his tongue inside of Scott’s iron clad tight hole, penetrating the ring of muscle after some work around the rim. Scott was moaning around his dick, grinding his ass on Y/N’s face as he focused on chasing his own pleasure rather than Y/N’s.

This was now full fledged sex. He devoured Scott hairy ass, moaning widely into the tight confines. Scott’s body reacted to the pleasure by shaking uncontrollably. He tried his best to focus on the dick in his mouth, deep throating Y/N with ease due to his lack of a gag reflex. He knew he was winning the competition since Stiles forgot all of the sneaky ways he liked to play when he really wanted it win.

Scott braced his palm on Y/N’s thighs as he bobbed up and down, letting Y/N’s tip abuse the back of his throat. While not as messy as Stiles’s blowjob was, Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the level of skill Scott seemed to naturally posses. With the taste of Scott on his tongue, and the sensitivity of his dick being used against him inside Scott’s warm mouth, he wasn’t going to last very long.

Like his best friend, Scott used one hand to fondle Y/N’s balls as he continued to swirl his tongue around Y/N’s dick. That’s what sent Y/N over the edge. Y/N’s second orgasm was the right amount of pleasure mixed with pain as he shot off inside of Scott’s mouth. His hips bucked up, face fucking Scott for a few moments before he relaxed back in the bed. Scott slurped up with audible sounds, swallowing all of the cum coating the inside of his mouth. He took extra time to make sure he thoroughly cleaned Y/N off before he sat up, placing all his weight on Y/N’s face.

He began to ride Y/N’s tongue, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the new sensation lived up to the expectations he had. Unfortunately, his time was cut short by Stiles pulling him off of Y/N’s face. His hole felt empty without the tongue inside of it, but he relished the feeling of his ass being wet for the first time as he stood on his feet beside his best friend.

Y/N inhaled a much needed breath, closing his eyes as he relived the moments before the ass was taken from him. When he opened his eyes, he saw the clock was only at 9:10. Two minutes left to spare, much to Stiles’ dismay.

“So, who won?” Scott asked, back to his innocent self as he covered his private area with his hands.

“I couldn’t focus on anything other than your cum on my tongue if I’m being honest,” Stiles admitted. “Nice diet, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Y/N sighed before he sat up in the bed. He tossed his legs off of the bed, frowning when he saw his dick was still hard even after two orgasms. “About the results…”

“They’re inconclusive.”

Stiles scoffed, folding his arms as he glared at Y/N. “Excuse the fuck out of me?”

“You weren’t keeping track?” Scott wondered.

“Oh I was, but I can’t really say who’s the best from just one turn, you know?” Y/N said. It was a complete lie. Scott had Stiles beat by a mile, but Y/N had a feeling it would be a tie if he got a taste of Stiles’ ass.

A sly grin crept onto Stiles’ lips. “You’re liking this, aren’t you?”

“Am I not supposed to?”

Y/N nodded knowingly when he received no response. He groaned as he rid himself of his shirt, tossing it somewhere in Stiles’ room for him to find in the morning. He was sure the night ahead of him would require his complete nakedness. He wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. That is, if the boys would have him.

“How can I beat Scott?” Stiles asked, eagerly getting on his knees.

“Get to sucking,” Y/N told them, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back on the bed. “Then after that, we can see who has the tightest ass.”

[mocha-chocolata]

Stress Reliever

summary : y/n sees his client is having a hard day and decides to be the dutiful worker he is

characters : male reader x rafe cameron

warnings : smut with a little plot, swearing, unprotected sex, rough sex, sweaty sex, oral ( rafe receiving ), reader has a big dick per usual, playful banger during sex, choking, nipple play, body appreciation, creampie, submissive rafe, dominant reader, loss of anal virginity, implied second round, think that’s it idk

Rafe groaned in frustration as the sounds of a lawn mower filled the backyard, distracting him from the business he was trying to handle.

Things hadn’t been easy taking the estate over after the passing of his father. His entire body was tense from the stress bestowed upon him so suddenly, balls of knots in his muscles from head to toe. Despite his father passing months ago, Rafe was still struggling to keep up with the shit load of paperwork.

Who knew becoming an adult would come with so much business to handle? Going from a party animal living his best life at college to being hunched over at a desk, signing his name on several dotted lines per day wasn’t the switch he expected when he said he wanted to step into more of an adult role.

He tried his best to tune out the sound, but how could he? It was like nails on a chalkboard, filling his head as he struggled to focus on reading over the new deed that would tell the bank Tannyhill now belonged to him. He wasn’t going to get anything done with the bastard in his backyard mowing the lawn at the worst time possible. He needed peace and quiet. Something he clearly wasn’t getting by trying to tune out the lawn mower.

Standing up from his desk, Rafe stormed downstairs. The rumbling of the lawn mower growing louder the closer to the backyard. He was absolutely fuming. He knew it wasn’t fair to get mad at Y/N for doing the job he was hired to do, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of being overwhelmed. Y/N needed to cut that shit out, now. Otherwise, Rafe wasn’t afraid of making it a bigger issue than it needed to be.

Rafe slammed the glass door open, not caring if it broke or not. That would just be yet another thing on his plate. It wasn’t as if he could be any more stressed. “Hey, can you cut that shit out? I’m trying to work!”

Y/N barely noticed the blond standing a few yards away. Thanks to peripheral vision, he just so happened to see a blur. He snatched the earphones out of his ears, plastering on the same polite smile he gave all his clients as he climbed out of the seat of the lawn mower.

“Sorry boss, I couldn’t hear you,” he said, wiping the sweat collecting on his forehead with a rag. “Mind repeating it?”

“I said can you fucking chill?” Rafe asked, folding his arms. “I pay you to mow the lawn, not be a pain in the ass.”

Y/N raised his brow. His smile faltered a bit at the vitriol in Rafe’s words. Usually he was a douche, but Y/N could never say he had any bad experiences personally. Until now, of course.

“Is that why you’re always such a grouch? Cause you have something shoved up your ass?” Y/N scored.

“Screw you, dude,” Rafe rebutted, rolling his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying his hardest to refrain from spazzing out at someone for just doing their job. “Just keep it down as much as you can, okay?”

“It’s a lawn mower, you prick,” Y/N pointed out.

He wanted to argue against that point, but when he thought about it, he realized just how dumb he sounded asking one of the world’s loudest inventions to be quiet.

The blond huffed and slammed the glass door behind him as he walked back into the house, leaving Y/N to scratch his head as he tried to figure out what the hell was that encounter.

Rafe stormed up the stairs back to his room, falling onto his bed as he screamed into the pillow. Being a spoiled rich boy had finally come back to bite him in the ass. Now he had to step into a role to ensure his sisters, as well as himself, could maintain the wealth they took advantage of their entire lives.

What even was life for him anymore? Why couldn’t Sarah have been the oldest? He wanted to be off on a beach sipping margaritas with his lover just like she was.

Instead, he was stuck in the confines of his room as he worried about executing Ward’s will perfectly. He couldn’t risk any fuck ups. Not when the millions left behind had to be managed properly.

“Fuck my life,” he muttered, slamming his head into a pillow a few times. Then he stopped once he realized how utterly insane he would look if anyone were to see him.

He sighed and climbed off of the bed, looking over at his desk. Covered in a shit ton of papers paired with a phone that wouldn’t vibrating as calls came in, it gave him a migraine simply looking at it. Being an adult could wait. He needed a break, and the only thing that sounded good in the moment was a bath.

With a bath and a beer, he could finally release some of the tension in his body. Eh, maybe more than just one beer would be the better option.

Rafe powered his phone off, flipping it over as he set it down on the desk. Whoever he needed to talk to for the day could give him a fucking break for the next few hours. Plus, Sarah would get a call if he didn’t answer after the first few times. She could deal with the stress for a few hours while her dutiful brother relaxed before he had to check himself into a mental hospital.

Putting on some music, Rafe went into his bathroom and turned on the hot water. While he waited for the tub to fill, he stripped down to his briefs, tossing the clothes in some random corner. That would just be another thing he’d have to worry about once he switched back on his business mode.

As he impatiently waited for the scorching water to fill the tub, a knock at his door caught his attention. He walked back into the room, furrowing his brow as he walked over to the door. When he opened it, he was the least surprised to see Y/N standing in the hall.

He was more surprised to why he had knocked on his door when he was nowhere near done his job for the day. At least, Rafe assumed he wasn’t done. He had yet to hear the grating rumbling of the lawn mower turn back on yet.

“Hey boss, I just wanted to apologize.” Y/N rocked back and forth as he smiled sheepishly, not sure how to go about mending things. “I was, uh, kinda being a douche. That wasn’t cool of me.”

“Kinda?”

Y/N sighed as he stopped rocking, staring into Rafe’s deep blue eyes with sincerity. “Listen, I’m sorry. I could’ve handled that situation better.”

“It’s fine,” Rafe told him, waving his hands dismissively. “I shouldn’t have come at you like that. It’s just… man, it’s a lot. I feel all wonky trying to handle my dad’s shit,” he admitted.

Y/N nodded. He understood the situation he was in. Well, not understood. He didn’t come from millions of dollars with a dead father no longer here to manage it. But he knew that it couldn’t have been easy. Rafe was pent up with all types of emotions that needed to be realized.

Y/N had just the right way to get that done.

“Maybe you need a stress reliever,” Y/N suggested, shrugging.

“No, really?” Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I got this stress ball. It doesn’t do shit but get me even more mad. Isn’t it supposed to be squishy or some shit? I don’t know anymore.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped further into the bedroom. “That’s not the kind of stress reliever I was talking about.”

Rafe furrowed his brow as he tried to grasp what Y/N was putting down. It was then that he noticed his wandering eyes, scanning his body up and down. Rafe didn’t even think about the fact that he was borderline naked, looking down to see the only thing that was keeping his sliver of modesty was a tight pair of briefs that left very little to imagination.

Y/N noticed the mortification flash across Rafe’s face. He leaned in closer, making sure to not cross any strict boundaries… yet. “Don’t worry boss, I don’t charge extra,” he teased.

Rafe laughed. He actually laughed, the sound bouncing off of the walls. He covered his mouth in shock when he realized what he did. He hadn’t left in, well, he didn’t know the last time he actually got the chance to laugh. The realization made him feel like absolutely shit. He truly did lose himself in the last couple of weeks to the soul crushing weight placed upon him.

It made him start to think. Maybe he did need to release some pent up frustration. Frustration that he knew a simple fucking bath couldn’t release. He didn’t know why he was foolish to even think that was going to do anything but make him relaxed for a very little amount of time.

It was his turn to eye Y/N’s body. He licked his lips without realizing as he took in the man standing before him, covered in sweat from a hard day at work. He hadn’t ever paid much attention to Y/N in the past, writing him off as just another member of their help staff. How dumb he was to make that mistake. Rafe was a man of exquisite taste, and he’d be lying if he said Y/N didn’t exceed his standards.

Fuck it. What was the worst that could happen?

“How are you planning to help me blow off some steam?” Rafe asked, raising his brow as he leaned in closer.

Y/N grinned. “Well, I’m good with my hands. Some have said I’m also very skilled in other areas too.”

“I don’t know,” Rafe shrugged. “I need to see it before I believe it.”

Without another word, Y/N closed the gap between them. Lips on Rafe’s, he wrapped his arm around Rafe’s slim waist and pulled him into his sweaty body. Rafe gasped at the sudden contact, giving Y/N the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in the blond’s mouth.

Rafe sighed as relief flooded his body, closing his eyes as he fell into the heated rhythm of the kiss. He couldn’t remember the last time he had kissed someone, let alone been touched in the way Y/N was touching him.

His hands gripped his waist, backing the two further into the room. He kicked the door closed behind him, a habit he couldn’t shake even if there was no one on the premise. He pushed Rafe onto the bed, settling in between his legs as he reconnected their lips. Rafe felt the tension in his muscles slowly seeping out of his body as he moaned into Y/N’s mouth, running his hands through his hair.

He was taken aback when Y/N suddenly broke the kiss, opening his eyes to see Y/N smirking at him. “What happened?”

Y/N shook his head in amusement before sliding down Rafe’s body. It was better to show him why he stopped the kiss than to tell. He was a man of action, after all.

A groan fell from Rafe’s lips as he pressed his head into the bed. Y/N wrapped his lips around one of his nipples, sucking feverishly as he if he was sucking on a popsicle. He swirled his tongue around the pink bud, toying with the sensitive skin as he watched Rafe’s face for his reaction.

“Don’t stop,” Rafe exhaled, closing his eyes as he fell into a state of bliss. “That feels so fucking good.”

Y/N gave a hum of approval, knowing the vibration would send Rafe crazy. And it did exactly that. Rafe continued to groan lowly as Y/N flicked his tongue expertly. His hands rubbed Rafe’s side, firmly massaging his skin as his fingers explored the pale skin underneath.

One hand slid up his chest, gripping Rafe’s pec. Y/N was thoroughly impressed with the time Rafe spent in the gym to achieve the fullness of his chest. He massaged the rounded mound of muscle, gently squeezing it as he continued savoring the taste of Rafe’s nipple.

Rafe hissed as Y/N’s teeth grazed his nipple, his fingers gently rubbing the other hand simultaneously. Rafe ran his hands down his face, shaking his head at the pleasure he was feeling.

Y/N truly was skilled in every which way. His hands were calloused, years of hard work cracking the skin that scratched at Rafe’s skin. His mouth was working even stronger magic, sending all the blood in Rafe’s body to his dick that was fully erect as it twitched under the weight of Y/N’s body.

“Please,” Rafe whimepered, grabbing at Y/N’s hair. He pulled his head up, looking into his eyes with all seriousness. “I need more.”

“I didn’t know you were so greedy,” Y/N grinned.

Rafe didn’t find anything amusing in the moment. Not when his dick was throbbing, desperate to blow a much needed load after weeks of depriving himself from physical touch. He almost came just from the feeling of Y/N’s body against his. That’s how he knew he was truly fucked, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last for long once Y/N got the main course.

Y/N rolled his eyes. “You’re no fun. Foreplay’s the best part.”

“Not this time,” Rafe told him.

“Oh, so there’s going to be more times in the future?” Y/N couldn’t help but grow even harder at the thought of a possible future of sex with a client. “Sign me up.”

“Y/N.”

Y/N relented at Rafe’s strict tone, knowing better than to stress him out even more. That could wait until after he was relieved in every way possible. “Okay, okay, fine. But only because I’m about to cum in my shorts.”

Rafe sighed in relief as he was flipped onto his stomach, resting his head on his hands as he shivered with anticipation. Y/N wasted no time in grabbing Rafe’s brief and yanking them down his legs, exposing his mole covered ass. Y/N licked his lips, kneading the flesh as he admired the scene before him. Rafe arched his ass into the air, feeling the same way Y/N was.

He couldn’t help but blush at the fact that he was now exposed in such a foreign way. Usually he was in the opposite position, admiring whatever conquest he had that night. It felt nice to be touched so sensually, to be used for someone’s pleasure instead of being the user. But as much as he was relishing in the feeling, he couldn’t help but grow impatient. He wiggled his ass in the air, further enticing his employee.

Y/N dove in tongue first, causing Rafe’s eyes to widen. “Woah!” he gasped, craning his neck to view the face buried in the depths of his crack. “That’s… that’s not how I thought this was feel.”

At first, he couldn’t shake how weird it felt to have a tongue circling his hole. The wetness was uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but cringe at the feeling, until Y/N pushed his tongue into his hole. That’s when the tides turned. Rafe’s eyes widened as he felt the tongue swirl around inside of his hole, exploring unexplored territory with confidence. The stretch was slight, but to an anal virgin, Rafe’s couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past his lips.

Rafe’s breathing grew heavy as he continued to watch Y/N’s head move between his cheeks. Oh, the roles were reversed. He knew what he had to do to help Y/N explore even deeper inside of him. He reached back and rested his hands on top of Y/N’s, helping him spread his cheeks apart. Y/N hummed in approval, shaking his head as his tongue flicked back and forth inside of the tight channel.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Rafe moaned. “Just like that, Y/N. Go fucking wild. Show me how skilled that tongue is.”

He smirked when Y/N slapped his ass, making it jiggle. Y/N was talking into his hole, the vibration of his muffled words sending chills up his spine. He knew Y/N wouldn’t be able to deny a challenge. He was the same way whenever he was face first in someone’s ass. Only, now he knew just how good it felt to be on the receiving end. He was definitely never going back to the other side now.

Y/N switched up his movements, pulling back to get some oxygen back into his lungs. Then he dove back in, fucking his tongue in and out of Rafe’s puckered hole at a steady pace. Rafe moaned into the sheets. He grabbed Y/N’s head and shoved his face as deep into his ass as he could get. His high pitch moans couldn’t stop as Y/N tongue fucked him, bringing him close to an orgasm as the unrelenting on his hole only grew more pleasurable.

Just when he was sure he was about to blow, Y/N pulled his tongue out of his ass. Rafe sighed in relief, but also in disappointment. Maybe Y/N was right. That foreplay was the best he ever had. He could lay on his stomach and get his ass for hours, but only if Y/N was willing to be suffocated by his ass. He definitely made a mental note to not let that tongue go too far at all times.

Y/N unbuttoned his shorts as he stood up. “Got a condom?”

Rafe lifted his head up off of the bed, craning his neck to look at the undressing man. “Fuck a condom. Just fuck me,” he instructed.

“Aww,” Y/N said as he pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. “I’m going to assume I’m the only one you’re saying that to. Makes me feel more special.”

“You’re the only one I ever had to tell that too,” Rafe admitted.

“Well, I definitely feel special now.”

Y/N climbed on top of Rafe’s back with his legs on either side of him, entrapping him under his weight. He grabbed his dick and lined it up at the slick hole, teasing Rafe by rubbing his dick against it slowly.

Rafe groaned as he pushed his ass against him. He had forgotten all about what had him stressed earlier, his mind focused only on the man on top of him. He needed to cum. That was the only thing he craved in the moment.

Once Y/N was inside of him, he just knew he was going to blow his load all over the bed. And then maybe he’d get to cum again, and again, and again. Maybe been was being greedy, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be fucked for hours, even if it meant he’d wake up the next day sorer than any time in the gym could have him.

Y/N shared the exact sentiments, his eyes rolling as he pushed into Rafe. The tightness engulfed him immediately, pulling him deeper as he bottomed out quicker than he wanted to. He did want to take his time knowing that this was Rafe’s first time on bottom, but how the hell could he do that when he felt so good? Y/N was in a trance, focused on nothing other than the warm walls hugging his dick with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Rafe shouted, throwing his head back. “You’re so fucking—“

“Stop stroking my ego,” Y/N told him. I’ll bust right here, right now. Deadass.”

Rafe ignored him, clawing at the sheets beneath him. “Fuck, I feel so full.”

“Imagine how I feel,” Y/N scoffed. “I ain’t know an ass could be this tight. I mean, damn, it’s like I’m fucking one of those finger things.”

Rafe snapped out of his pleasure for a moment, grunting as he turned his torso to look at YN. “One of what?”

“You know?” Y/N asked, even though he knew from the disbelief on Rafe’s face he didn’t. “The Chinese game where you put your fingers inside and it’s like, fucking impossible to get them out,” he explained.

The blond narrowed his eyes. “Are you seriously comparing my ass to a dumbass game? The fuck is wrong with you?”

“It was a compliment!”

Rafe rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Just fuck me into the bed already.”

Y/N grinned. “Yes, boss.”

Rafe had the attitude fucked out of him real quick, toes curling as Y/N rolled his hips. He whimpered as he stared into Y/N’s eyes, tears welling up as the dick inside of him buried itself even deeper every time Y/N moved.

Every second Y/N increased the pace, hips slapping against Rafe’s ass as all kinds of nefarious sounds filled his bedroom. Rafe’s body shook with every movement, yet he never broke eye contact, staring into the man that was fucking him like a rabbit’s eyes with a mixture of intense lust and appreciation.

“Oh my God,” Y/N groaned.

Rafe moaned at maximum volume as Y/N’s dick dragged along his walls. It felt like a missile was fucking his tight hole, breaking him into a new lifestyle he wasn’t ever going to give up. Y/N was reaching the deepest depths inside of him, brushing up against his prostate. His hole squeezed around Y/N’s dick, mirroring his desperation to be filled to the brim.

“This my ass?” Y/N asked, wrapping his hand around Rafe’s throat.

Rafe couldn’t focus on a single thing, eyes crossing as Y/N rearranged his guts. “Fuck yes.”

Y/N scoffed, applying gently pressure to his throat. “Come on, you know you can be louder than that.”

“Yes, Y/N, oh my fucking God, yes!” Rafe screamed, staring up at Y/N through his lashes. “This hole is yours. Act like it!”

He knew he fucked up before the words fully left his mouth. Rafe sang a different tune once Y/N accepted that unintentional challenge. Y/N shoved his face into the bed, pressing his palm against the back of his skull to keep him in place as he switched from strokes to full on thrusts.

Their bodies bounced on the king sized mattress as Y/N reached new depth, now hitting his prostate full on. Rafe’s screams were muffled as he begged for Y/N to have mercy on his ass, legs kicking in the air as he was fucked into the mattress just like he wanted to be.

Rafe could’ve sworn he lost consciousness for a second. His mind went blank, eyes rolling as far back as they could, as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. His dick was rubbing against the mattress, milking his dick as he came with Y/N’s name falling from his lips repeatedly.

When he came back to after a second, he was thrusted back into a world full of pleasure as Y/N rocked their bodies and the entire bed frame with his thrusts. Rafe’s entire skeleton was being shocked, even as Y/N’s thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering as he fought off his incoming orgasm.

He pulled Rafe’s head up by his neck, leaning in close to his ear. “Please let me cum inside of you,” he begged. “I need this shit badly.”

“P-please do it.”

All it took was Rafe’s approval for his muscles to spasm, legs cramping as he emptied his balls. Warmth exploded inside of Rafe’s hole as rope after rope of cum shot out from Y/N’s dick, painting his insides to create what he could only picture as being a masterpiece. Y/N buried himself deep and stayed there, chest heaving up and down as he placed his weight on Rafe’s back.

They fell silent, letting the music playing from Rafe’s speaker be the only sound to fill the room. Y/N caught his breath and slowly pulled out of Rafe, admiring the sight of cum seeping out of his used and abused hole. He rolled over and rested against the bed, resting one of his hands on Rafe’s ass, absentmindedly drawing shapes on the reddened skin.

Rafe couldn’t be bothered to move, not even an inch. He turned his head, staring at the man beside him as he laid still. He couldn’t believe that he felt so good in the moment. Out of all the possible people he could’ve had take his ass’s virginity, he owed the best sex of his entire life to the guy who mowed his lawn. Life truly was full of surprises.

“That shit…” Rafe blew out a breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “Whew! A bath definitely wouldn’t have made me feel that good.”

Then realization struck him, causing him to shoot up in bed.

“Shit! The bath!”

His ass was on fire, screaming at him to sit down and take at least a few hours to regain his energy. But he couldn’t believe he had been so stupid. He rushed toward the bathroom, stepping into a puddle seeping out from under the door. He opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw a waterfall coming out of the tub, covering the entire floor of his bathroom in water from the spout.

“Fuck me, man,” Rafe groaned, carefully stepping over to the tub. “Another damn mess I gotta clean up.”

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, cringing at the amount of water on the floor. “Shit, sorry about this. I can always clean it up for you,” he offered. “I do charge for this though.”

Rafe turned towards him after he turned the water off. “How much?”

“I wasn’t talking about money,” Y/N grinned, leaning against the doorframe.

The blond rolled his eyes. Now definitely wasn’t the time to piss him off. Just like that, he was already back to being in a state of stress. “Fuck off.”

“Hey now, you can’t say you don’t feel at least a little less tense,” Y/N argued.

“You’re right. I feel much better than I expected to,” Rafe admitted. “But look at this shit. It’s gonna take forever to clean up. And God knows if the water seeped past the tiles.”

Y/N shook his head in disbelief. He had never seen a person so addicted to being stressed before. That just made his job— his new, unpaid one— much more harder to accomplish. “I guess my job isn’t done for today.”

“What are you—“

Rafe gasped when Y/N picked him up, squeezing his ass in his hands as he carried them back in the bathroom. It shocked him that he was able to be manhandled as if he weighed nothing, but he should’ve known to be surprised by Y/N’s abilities. He more than proved that he could handle Rafe in more ways than one.

As soon as Y/N tossed him onto the bed, climbing in between his legs, peppering kissed along his jawline, he completely forgot about what he had been bitching about only seconds earlier. His dick was growing harder, and his ass had just so happen to forget about the pain it was in, relaxing his hole to make room for the dick pressed up against it.

He knew it was the right thing to focus on what he had put off for long enough. It was the smart thing to do. The responsible thing. But there was no hell he was going to even think about telling Y/N to get off of him. Not when Y/N had already began the process of getting him riled up.

He was all hot and bothered. There wouldn’t be able way for his dick to go limp against unless another mind blowing orgasm was fucked out of him.There was no harm in putting off what he had to do for a little while, right? He’d handle his business tomorrow, for sure.

But for now, he had more important matters to tend to.

[supercap2319]

Bodily Functions

The lab was quiet, save for the low hum of servers and the occasional click of a keyboard. Adam was supposed to be running diagnostics on the new bionic interface, but he was fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair. A strange, insistent pressure was building in his pants, something foreign and alarming. He'd never felt anything like it. His bionic senses couldn't analyze it, and his limited knowledge of human biology offered no explanation. Panic started to set in.

He spotted you in the hallway, talking to Leo about some video game. You were Leo's age, a regular kid, which in Adam's mind made you an expert on all things… regular. He shot up from his chair, his movements jerky and unnatural, and practically power-walked over to you.

"Y/N! I need your help. It's an emergency." He whispered, his voice low and urgent.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Dude, if it's another toaster incident, I'm not helping you clean it up."

"No, it's not… it's me." Adam said, looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Something's wrong. With my… body."

Leo sighed dramatically. "I'm gonna go grab a soda. Don't break him, Y/N."

Once Leo was gone, Adam grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby empty supply closet, closing the door behind you. The small space was filled with the smell of cleaning supplies and old electronics.

"Okay, what's the emergency?" You asked, a little concerned by his demeanor.

Adam looked down at his crotch, his face flushed with embarrassment. "It's… it's hard. And it won't go away. I think my bionics are malfunctioning or something."

You followed his gaze and immediately understood. A very prominent, very human erection was straining against the fabric of his cargo pants. You had to suppress a laugh; of course, the super-strong, bionic man-child would have no idea what a boner was.

"Dude, Adam, calm down." You said, trying to sound reassuring. "Your bionics are fine. That's, uh, that's just a normal guy thing."

"It is?" Adam looked relieved but still completely lost. "What is it? What do I do? Does it need to be recalibrated?"

You ran a hand through your hair, figuring you might as well be the one to give him The Talk. "It's called an erection. Or a boner. It happens when… well, when you get turned on. Or sometimes for no reason at all. It'll go away on its own eventually."

"Turned on?" Adam repeated, testing the words. "Like… when Bree uses her super speed and it's really cool? Or when I lift something really heavy?"

"Uh, not exactly." You chuckled. "It's more of a… a different kind of excitement. A physical one."

"So how do I make it go away?” He asked, his voice strained. "It's really uncomfortable.”

You hesitated for a second. This was uncharted territory. But he looked genuinely distressed, and you were his only hope. "Well, there's a way to speed up the process. You have to, you know, relieve the pressure."

Adam's brow furrowed in confusion. "Relieve it? How?"

You took a deep breath. "You have to… touch it. Rub it. Until, you know, stuff comes out. Then it goes away."

Adam's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh. Like… a system purge. But for my… penis."

"Sure, let's go with that." You said, shrugging. "Look, I can show you, if you want. It's easier than trying to explain it."

He nodded eagerly, desperate for a solution. "Please. I don't want to break it."

You stepped closer, your heart beating a little faster. "Okay, just relax. Unzip your pants."

Adam fumbled with his zipper, his large hands clumsy with the unfamiliar task. He finally got it down, and his erection sprang free, thick and hard. You couldn't help but be impressed.

"Okay." You said, your voice a little hoarse. "Just take it in your hand. Like this."

You reached out and wrapped your hand around his shaft, your fingers barely meeting. Adam let out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking forward.

"Whoa," he breathed. "That's… that's intense."

"Just wait." You murmured, starting to stroke him slowly. You moved your hand up and down his length, your grip firm but gentle. Adam's eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned against the wall for support, his breath coming in ragged pants.

"Is this… is this how it works?" He asked, his voice strained.

"Pretty much." You said, picking up the pace. "You can think about whatever you want. Whatever helps."

"I'm just thinking about this." He said, his voice thick with pleasure. "This is really good."

You could feel him getting closer, his body tensing up. You tightened your grip, stroking him faster, your thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. With a loud groan, Adam came, his release spilling over your hand and onto the floor of the closet.

He slumped against the wall, his chest heaving. "Wow." He said, a dazed look on his face. "So that's a system purge."

"Something like that." You said, grabbing a nearby roll of paper towels to clean up. "Now you know."

"Thanks, Y/N." He said, his voice genuine. "You're a good friend. You saved me from a catastrophic bionic failure."

"Anytime, man." You said, tossing the soiled paper towels in the trash. "Just, you know, maybe lock the door next time."

Adam just grinned, looking completely relaxed for the first time all day.

[supercap2319]

Blow Me

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Archie's bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. Y/N knelt between Archie's spread thighs, the rough denim of Archie's jeans brushing against his legs. The room smelled of teenage boy—sweat, mint, and something uniquely Archie that made Y/N's mouth water.

"Fuck." Archie groaned, his fingers tangling in Y/N's hair as he took Archie deeper. His hips bucked upward, seeking more friction, more heat. "Just like that."

Y/N hummed around him, the vibration making Archie's toes curl. He could feel Archie getting close. The way his thighs tensed, the breathless little gasps that escaped his lips, the way his grip on Y/N's hair tightened almost painfully.

"Y/N." Archie breathed, his voice ragged. "I'm gonna—"

Y/N pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes dark with desire. "Come for me, Arch."

That was all it took. With a guttural moan, Archie spilled into Y/N's mouth, his body trembling with the force of his release. Y/N swallowed every drop, licking him clean before pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

Archie collapsed against his pillows, chest heaving. After a moment, he reached for Y/N, pulling him up for a messy kiss. "That was... wow." His hands roamed down Y/N's back, cupping his ass. "Now I want to fuck you."

Y/N chuckled against his lips, gently pushing his hands away. "Not so fast, Andrews." He sat up, stretching languidly. "You can fuck me later."

Archie pouted, that ridiculous puppy dog look that usually got him whatever he wanted. "Why not now?"

"Because you haven't earned it yet." Y/N grinned, leaning in to whisper in Archie's ear. "If you want to be inside me tonight, you'll need to feed me first. I'm starving."

Archie's eyes widened with understanding. "You want me to go to Pop's?"

"I want a cheeseburger, extra fries, and a chocolate shake." Y/N kissed the corner of Archie's mouth. "And if you're really good, maybe I'll let you choose what position we start with later."

Archie was already scrambling out of bed, pulling on his jeans. "I'll be back in twenty minutes." He promised, already halfway out the door. "Don't go anywhere."

Y/N settled back against the pillows, listening to Archie's footsteps thunder down the stairs. "I'll be right here." He called after him, already looking forward to both the food and what would come after as he touched his aching cock through his jeans.

[limit-to-growth-deactivated2025]

[milk-me-bro]

moooooo 🐄

[wvlanvaneck]

danny mahealani appreciation week ; day one

favorite season

[godjustkys]

“𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑼𝑻.”

SYNOPSIS: dean asked questions he should’ve kept to himself. and most importantly, he had been coy about it. idiot.

CHARACTER: older!male reader x dean winchester

NOTE: mmm, countertop sex.. part ²? yes? maybe yes.

WC: 0.5k

TAGS: age gap,, rough sex,, countertop sex,, kitchen sex,, bottom dean,, top reader,, anal,, unprotected sex,, light masochistic dean,, first time anal,, big dick reader,,

“o-oh, yea—mmff, fuck—” dean gasped out, a loopey grin spreading across his face.

have you ever had sex with a man?

“oh my fuckin’ go-ohd—” his fingers tightened around the edge of the marble countertop. your countertop.

what’s the youngest you’d go?

“mmh-mmm-ah shit!—” the back of dean’s head hit the marble, though he paid no mind to it. the pleasure was so intense that the pain didn’t even register.

what about a guy in his twenties? would ya shag him?

you still remember the grin on his face when he asked that.

“ghhh-sonovabitch..” his voice was higher pitched. slurred. broken, even. shirt bunched up to his chest. he shivered violently when your teeth just barely grazed his pulse point.

“god—fuck—please—” such a pleading tone. he was begging.

“please what?” you whisper, eyes flitting up to his face, fingers digging into the skin of his thighs like a brand, rough yet grounding. there. definitely not meaningless. “you wanted this. now take it.”

dean whimpered before a sob tore out from his throat, head thrashing around against the marmoreal stone, hips stuttering, cock twitching—untouched, leaking, aching. neglected. just barely rubbing up against your abdomen.

your pace fastened, not by a lot, but enough for dean to arch his back and struggle against your hold. his thighs quaked, legs hanging off of the counter, toes curled.

you were big. thicker than he anticipated. first time with a guy and he was already getting stretched to fucking oblivion. he felt full. it hurt, of course it did, but what was dean if not a masochist.

with a broken, loud moan, he willed his shaking body to meet your relentless, sharp thrusts. his ears were ringing and he could barely even hear himself, the only thing clearly audible was the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“you—you told me i could ask you- a-ah—anything..” he panted out, glossy eyes barely open as they locked onto yours.

“…and look where it got you.”

your response was simple, almost mocking. with a deliberate roll of your hips, you had dean’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp as he bared his neck.

the brutal drag of your cock inside him made his brain turn to mush. he clenched around you, involuntarily of course, just because his imagition was conjuring filthier images. he couldn’t help it. the thought of you fucking him whenever you wanted wherever you wanted? it practically made him salivate.

“dean.”

he keened. at the sound of his name on your lips, he fucking keened. desperately so, like he was just happy you were acknowledging him. and maybe he was.

“dean,” you repeated, moving a hand to pat his face before gripping his jaw. “eyes on me.”

oh you didn’t have to tell him twice. you had that quiet authority, one that made others do exactly what you asked with no need to reiterate. dean loved it. he craved it.

his hazy eyes locked onto your own.

“you with me, space cadet?”

always, he wanted to say. but he bit it back with a choked groan, in response only nodding his head, though the action was barely noticeable.

“say yes.”

“ngghhh—” his thighs tensed as you stopped your thrusts, his hole pulsating around you. “sorry—yes—fuhhcck… uuh-hh..” his pretty face was flushed pink, right from the tips of his ears down to his chest. and he glistened with sweat—how gorgeous.

[dqrkhold]

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐋𝐞𝐯 𝐎𝐳𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : After a long case, you and Oz join the team for drinks, but the tension between you is impossible to ignore. When you leave together, the restraint he’s held all night snaps the moment your apartment door closes. | drabble + porn without plot

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐅𝐃𝐍𝐈 mature content below.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Smut, Dom!Male!Reader, Fluff, Sub!Oz, Moaning, Praising, Bondage, Handcuffs, Doggy, M!Reader (giving), Top!Reader, Swearing, Explicit Content, Cum, Dirty Talk.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

The team had wrapped up a grueling case, the kind that left everyone buzzing with adrenaline and ready to unwind. Beers flowed, laughter echoed, but your gaze kept drifting to Oz—his broad shoulders straining against his shirt, the way his jeans hugged his hips, and fuck, that ass. As the night wound down, you leaned in close to him amid the goodbyes. “Come tuck me in?” you murmured, your voice low enough for only him to hear. Oz's eyes darkened, and he nodded without hesitation. Your apartment was just a short cab away, the tension thick in the back seat. His thigh pressed against yours, heat radiating through the fabric. The second the door clicked shut behind you, Oz was on you—pushing you hard against the wall, his body pinning yours. His mouth crashed into your lips, messy and hungry, tongues tangling as he devoured you. You tasted the faint bitterness of beer on him, your hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.

He broke the kiss first, chest heaving, eyes locked on yours—dark, intense, pupils blown wide with want. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for his belt, the metal buckle clinking open. You mirrored him, grinning wickedly as you yanked at your own belt, the leather whipping free. He reached into his discarded jacket pocket, pulling out a pair of standard-issue handcuffs—the cool steel glinting under the low light. He dangled them from one finger, the chain swaying hypnotically, then dragged his tongue across his lips, slow and deliberate. “Fuck me while I'm cuffed?” he rasped, his voice gravelly, breath ghosting over your face. The words hit you like a punch, low and gravelly, sending a jolt straight to your groin. You nodded, throat tight, and surged forward to claim his mouth again. This kiss was fiercer, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you both stripped down in a frenzy—shirts hitting the floor, pants shoved off, until you were both naked.

“On the bed,” you ordered, voice rough with command. Oz obeyed, crawling onto the mattress on all fours, ass up and presented like a goddamn invitation. That ass—perfectly sculpted from hours in the gym, cheeks full and smooth, the cleft between them dark and inviting. You palmed it roughly, squeezing the firm flesh, watching it jiggle under your grip.“God, this ass,” you growled, landing a sharp smack that made him jolt forward, a hiss spilling from his lips.“Yeah? You like it?” Oz shot back over his shoulder, voice husky, hips rocking back for more.“Fucking love it. Been staring at it all night.” You smacked him again, harder, the skin blooming pink under your hand. “Cuff me,” he murmured, offering his wrists behind his back. You snapped the metal around them, the click echoing, locking his hands in place. He tested the hold, muscles flexing, a soft groan escaping as the restraint bit in.

You positioned yourself behind him, one hand gripping his hip hard enough to bruise, the other guiding your cock to his entrance. “You want this, Oz? Want me to fuck you like this?” you growled, teasing the head against him.“Fuck, yes—do it,” he demanded through gritted teeth, pushing back impatiently. “Pound me.” You thrust in, burying yourself. He was tight, hot, gripping you like a vice as he cried out, head dropping to the pillows. “Shit—yes, just like that.” His cuffed hands strained behind his back, fingers curling uselessly as you railed him, the bed creaking under the force.“Goddamn, you're tight,” you grunted, watching your shaft disappear into him over and over, stretching him wide. Sweat beaded on his skin, trickling down his spine as you fucked him. Oz moaned loudly, head dropping forward, his cock dangling hard and untouched between his legs, dripping onto the sheets. “Harder—fuck, yeah, like that,” he gasped, voice breaking on a whine as you angled to hit his prostate dead-on.

The pressure built fast, coiling in your gut. You felt him tighten further, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets, untouched and desperate. “Gonna cum,”you warned, thrusts erratic now. You pulled out at the last second, fisting your slick cock as you stroked hard. Hot ropes of cum splattered across his reddened cheeks, painting the abused flesh white, dripping down the crack. Oz shuddered, a whine escaping as he felt it hit, his own release hitting the bed without a touch—cock pulsing, spilling messily. Panting, you fumbled for the key, unlocking the cuffs with shaking hands. The metal fell away, and Oz's arms dropped, rubbing his wrists as he turned to face you. You pulled him into a deep kiss, slower now but no less passionate—lips bruised, tongues lazy and sated, tasting the salt of sweat on each other. “Next time, you're the one cuffed,” he murmured against your mouth, a sly grin breaking through.

You chuckled, nipping his lip. “Deal.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ~ @starboye @boypied @mysterymachine67 @magicstarbits @capsicleforever @loverclear @gayaristocrat @godjustkys @sluttyhusband @carnalcrows @amor-xoxo @loverboyisaac

© 𝐃𝐪𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

[watchinglee2]

You’re Mine - Marcel Gerard x Male Reader

Plot: On a surprise New Orleans date, boyfriend Marcel blindfolds you and takes you to a private boxing ring. He teaches you self-defense after a recent robbery. During the intense lesson, you becomes increasingly aroused by his fit body. Leading to you having your way with him.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, oral m receiving, nipple play

Word Count: 1.37k

You’re Mine

On Saturday evening your boyfriend Marcel decided to take you out for a date night. He didn’t tell you where you were going but you had faith in him because he always had the best picks for date nights especially in the beautiful city of New Orleans.

You have been dating Marcel for 5 months and he has given you the world on a silver platter. He was everything you wished for in a man and everyday you woke up grateful to have found a man like him.

You were blindfolded the whole ride in the car going to the location because Marcel didn’t want to ruin the surprise. As the car made a stop Marcel guided you out of the car into the secret location still blindfolded.

As he guides you, your mind races as to what the surprise could be. Could it have been a dinner at a 5 star restaurant, a private show, a romantic boat ride, your own mansion. The possibilities were endless and you were smiling with anticipation.

You come to a stop and Marcel takes off your blindfold. You look around to see that your fantasies were not a reality this time. You look around and you were standing in a private boxing ring.

You question Marcel’s choice as you were left in confusion. “Look Babe if you’re gonna be in New Orleans with me I need you to know how to defend yourself. After your incident last week, I need to make sure you know how to defend yourself when I’m not around” Marcel says.

You rolled your eyes as this was a response to you getting robbed a week ago on the streets at night. “Babe I don’t need to do this. I can use pepper spray” you say trying to get him to change his mind.

Marcel gets close to you and cups your face was his hands and looks deeply into your eyes. “I know you don’t want to do this but I need to know that you can walk these streets and know how to defend yourself. You’re Mine and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you. Please just do this for me”.

You looked into Marcel’s eyes and saw the caring, loving and protective man that you fell in love with and you couldn’t say no to him no matter how hard you tried to. “Fine” you say as you rolled your eyes.

Marcel gives you a kiss on the lips and set up. “Just wanted to let you know that I’m not going to be motivated to do this” you say teasing him. “Well let me make you more motivated.” Marcel removes his shirt to reveal his full pecs, defined abs and big muscles. He knew what would motivate you into committing and you didn’t mind at all.

The session begins and Marcel teaches you how to punch and block and other things that you weren’t paying attention to because you were more focused on his abs. After the session ends you and Marcel lay in the boxing room. “I can’t lie I really enjoyed this babe. But I think I deserve a reward for this work” you say smiling at him.

‘Well what reward do you have in mind?” Marcel says showing his pearly white teeth. “I think you know” you tell Marcel as you place his hand on your ass. Without hesitant Marcel firmly squeezes your ass and pulls you in for a kiss as you unbuckle his belt.

You reach in his pants and grab a handful his dick. Marcel jumps back as he was surprised by your unexpected move. “Babe that’s too much” Marcel says as he breaks the kiss. “Oh come on. It’s us all alone. Plus I wanted to thank you for helping to protect me. Just let me please you.” You say as you begin to go down on him and his length.

Marcel looks around nervously as you begin to suck his 9 inch member fearing of getting caught. But the sensation of your mouth slapping against his meat caused his worries away as he leaned back on the boxing ring floor and enjoyed you.

You slowly start to suck his dick. Making sweet love to his chocolate stick as it fills up your mouth. He groans and moans in pleasure as you stuck him. You mouth puts him in a trance.

His eyes are closed and biting his lips as you go up and down on his flesh. His heavy breathing didn’t show signs of stopping which means your pleasure was working on him.

You let his dick escape your mouth with a wet pop. “Shit” Marcel lets out as the wet pop turns him on even more. You begin to do the movement repeatedly causing the wet pop sound to sound more and more wet.

Your mouth glisten with your salvia mixed itch his precum and you trail kisses from his abdomen to his lips leaving the mix on his mouth. You move to his neck where you give him hickeys all over.

You suck on his skin like a baby sucking on a bottle. He rubs your head as you please his neck with your mouth. “Do you like it baby” you say seductively to him. “Mhmm” his low sign of approval caused you to make your way down to his nipples.

They were so juicy and so hard. You place your mouth on the right nipple and began sucking while jerking his dick off. Marcel’s breath pattern becomes inconsistent as he tries to keep himself from cumming to early but little did he know that’s what you wanted.

You wanted to see him explode right in front of your eyes yet also fight to make the moment last. You suck around the rim of his left nipple causing it to get harder than it already was. Then you moved on to the right nipple where you grazed the edge of your teeth around the harden nip.

As you sucked his chest you felt his dick throbbing in your hand. When you looked down you saw him leaking with precum and you knew it was time to go in for the kill.

You made your way back down to his dick and started sucking his balls as you neglected them before. You take both of them in your mouth with no hesitation. This also surprised Marcel as his balls were big and heavy.

Marcel begs and pleads for you to stop sucking on his tenderness but you wouldn’t stop. Not until he came. His balls wee full of semen that you needed to drain from him.

For max pleasure you take his dick and counting to jerk him while still sucking his big chocolate balls. You slush his balls in your mouth and it drove him crazy. Marcel started rapidly breathing and jolted his body uncontrollably trying to escape your grasp but the pleasure kept sucking him back in.

“Fuck” he whisper cries as he stares at you devouring his balls. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“ Marcel said in between heavy moans. You knew Marcel was on the brink of exploding so you remove your mouth from his balls and rapidly jerk his 9 inch member for the final time.

Hovering your mouth over the tip of Marcel’s cock you were ready for his semen to be released and indeed it did. Marcel let out a scream “FUCK” it was so loud the whole city could’ve heard it.

Marcel was coming loads of semen out of his dick. Strings of cum squirts in your mouth and you taste the citrus flavor of his essence. While other strings squirt on your face and drip down from your hand.

His cum is the resemblance of lotion. After he finish shooting his ropes his breathing g decreases as you admire his glistening length. “You’re crazy” Marcel says looking deeply into your eyes while smiling admiring your skills and beauty.

“It’s the least I can do. Now let’s clean up and prepare for the real fun at home” you say giving his dick a final kiss before you go to clean yourself as Marcel watches you walk away in lust.

[watchinglee2]

Careless - Klaus Mikealson x Male Reader

Plot: You and your uncle Klaus, despite family disapproval. Caught by your uncle Kol and family friend Marcel what will you both do?

Warnings: smut, taboo relationships, incest, exposure

Word Count: 859

Careless

You were sitting on the couch in the living room of your family mansion reading a novel. It was a steamy romance novel and you loved every second of it because of the you were kind of a hopeless romantics. As you were reading your Uncle Klaus walks.

He is holding his flask filled with tequila and randomly watching the fireplace slowly burn the wood inside of it. You couldn’t help but to stare at him and the way he stands. So firm, so manly so….sexy.

You knew the feelings and the thing you’ve done with your uncle Klaus were wrong it you couldn’t help t that you were attracted to each other. Looking at him you begin to slowly unbutton the top of your shirt which revealed the top of your bare chest. He sees what you are doing from the corner of his eyes and cracks a smile at you while trying to look away.

You knew how easy your uncle was and it wouldn’t take long for him to get in the mood to do something. In order to get more out of him you lay on your stomach as you pretend to read your novel. Exposing him to your plum behind. Within seconds you look over to see him getting hard, so much so that it looks like he is ready to burst out of his pants.

Without no words begging spoken Klaus drops his flask and made his way over to you on the couch and you immediately get into missionary position of the couch because you knew exactly what was about to go down. Klaus takes off his jacket and opens up his pants to reveal his 7 inch hard member. You begin eager, you just take off your pants and underwear and unbutton your shirt.

Klaus lines your his member up with you hole. He doesn’t bother to tease it and just dive right in. You let out a sharp gasp and you felt his 7 inches expanding your insides and rearranging your guts without thrust in you yet. “FUCKKKKK” you both let out simultaneously. Klaus starts to slowly thrust into you. Every time he pulls out the sound of your hole popping in and out emerges. You and Klaus look at each other with puppy dogs eyes.

You didn’t know what it was but when you and your Klaus had sex it felt like you guys were meant to be. “Fuck uncle Klaus it feels so good” you whisper in his ear as he is in you. Klaus pulls you in close and starts to pick up the pace. Your breathing becomes more rapid and moans become more louder. “You like the way your uncle fucks you” Klaus says as he leans in and kisses you.

With every thrust he did one half of you felt shame and disgust but the other half of you felt amazing and you couldn’t stop..or better yet you didn’t want him to stop. Lost in the pounding your other uncle Kol and family friend Marcel walks into the living room from the kitchen to see you and Klaus bumping and grinding on the couch.

“Oh What the fuck guys. SERIOUSLY! In the family mansion. For god sakes Nicklaus that’s our nephew this is sick” your uncle Kol says in complete disgust and shame. “Oh come on Kol you know I’m ready anytime, any place. He looked too good today. I had to bred his hole.” Klaus said smirking at you and he saw the pleasure build on your face. “Damn Klaus you giving him a whole lotta dick” Marcel said as he licked his smiles and smiling showing all 32 of his pearly whites.

Kol and Marcel were the only family both of you have talked too in a while since your family caught you and Klaus fucking one night after family dinner and basically disowned both of you. Kol didn’t approve of the sexual relationship you had with Klaus but he couldn’t bare to live without his family so he took us in, in hopes they he could fix us. Let’s just say his plan isn’t going the way he wanted it to.

“Marcel that’s disgusting. You all are disgusting let’s go Marcel” Kol says racing for the door. As much as he would have liked to put an end to it right then and there he and Marcel had places to be. “Sure we can’t watch and see the show finished” Marcel says as he walks towards the door watching you and Klaus pound.

Kol pulls Marcel out the house and closes the door behind them leaving you and Klaus alone once again. Klaus continues to pound your hole and the sensation increases. Your hole starts to tingle and sends the vibrations through your body. “Do we want my cum?’ Klaus says seductively to you. “Yes please” you let out a breathy moan. Before you could complete that short sentence Klaus was already exploding inside of you.

He pulls out of you with a string of cum attached to your hole and his dick. Both breathing heavy and admiring the sight before them.

[malereaderworld]

We all started somewhere. 📍

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warnings: Kissing. Smut. Handjob. Fucking his fists. Submissive Peter. Dominant Reader. Age gap (18-24). Really messy ending ;)

As you walk in your room with the glass of scotch in your hands and fall on your couch, downing the scotch in one go. There was no reason for you to consume alcohol, as you could not get drunk. You put your empty glass away and start messaging your temples. As you start to get hard, this always was the case. When you were really worked up, you’d get hard. So with a thought, you start to massage the growing pole in your pants. A groan leaving your mouth, as you reach underneath your calvin klein boxers. The touch of your cold hand making you hiss, sending shivers down your spine. You pull it out, thrusting your hips for a moment to pull the boxers off.

You spit on the palm of your hands and start with slow strokes, building up pace with every stroke. You start softly moaning, throwing your head back out of pleasure. Breathing faster, fully in your own world. You didn’t hear Peter knocking on your door, multiple times. You didn’t even have time to cover up, when peter swung open the door. “Hey, you weren’t at- oh my god!” Peter froze in the doorway, eyes widened, cheeks turning red. You pause mid stroke, head tilting up. “Oh, i didn’t hear you.” You struggle, giving up on covering yourself up. You caught him staring at what was in front of him. “You like what you see.” You say cocky before Peter could talk. “I- uh I should leave.” He mumbled. “You don’t like what you’re seeing.” You tease Peter, who was staring at you. “No. Y- uh .” He choked on his words, cheeks fully red. “Y- yes.” He mumbled under his breath, knuckles turning white around the doorknob.

“Close the door.” You tell Peter, who immediately obliges. “Good boy.” You grin, looking at Peter who is blushing. “Come here.” You pat next to you on the couch, smiling softly. As he gets next to you, he was clearly nervous. “Hey there’s no need to be nervous, if you’re uncomfortable tell me and we’ll stop. Okay?” You reassure him, in between strokes. “I’m just a little nervous, i have never done anything with anyone.” He confesses to you, a shy smile appearing on his face. “That’s okay, we all started somewhere. You want me to take control?” You ask him, studying his nervous face. “Mhm.” He nods, overwhelmed by nerves. “Okay, I could do that. Just follow my lead.” You smile as your right arm moves towards the back of his neck, grabbing it to pull him in for a kiss. As you move your hand to the front of his neck, towards the throat, you grab his left hand and place it on your blouse. Which he starts to unbutton. Your left hand continuing stroking your cock. You wrap your right hand around his throat, ever so tightening the grip, earning a soft moan. You let go of his throat and brake the kiss.

“You liked that?” Receiving a small nod from Peter, while you take off your blouse, throwing it on the floor. Now completely naked, you catch Peter checking you out. Nothing he hadn’t seen before at training. “You want to help me cum?” You ask Peter while sitting down, looking at him. He looked unsure, not sure how to respond. “Uhh what would you want me to do?” Looking at you, waiting for you to respond. “Just a hand, i think mouth stuff is a little too early.” Peter was relieved. “Yeah a little too early, maybe a next time.” He says and starts to smile awkwardly. You help him get undressed, leaving him in his underwear. Your left hand grabbing his neck and start kissing him, and your right hand grabbing his. Leading his hand around your cock, making you moan breaking the kiss. You throw your head back cause of his insecure tempo, starting to edge you a little bit.

“Please a little faster, you are doing more than good.” You plead with him, looking at him with puppy eyes. He smiles at you, his tempo still slower than what you’d like. So you wrap your hand around his and help him jerk you off, fasting the pace. Making your eyes roll back, giving him confidence to go on his own. You look at him, while he’s concentrating on your cock, using his palm and more. “Your doing so good, you like that big dick huh?” He nods using two hands, you spread your legs open making room for him. “Get on your knees in between my legs and jerk me like that.” You instruct Peter, as he gets off the couch and in between your legs. He starts again, but you hold his hands still. He looks confused at you. You start thrusting your hips, fucking his fists. Head falling back immediately and eyes rolling. He gasps, looking at your cock fucking his fist. Mumbling ‘fuck’ under his breath, making you moan.

“Fuck I’m close, good fucking boy.” You moan while nearing your release, while he’s jerking your cock while thrusting. Making your eyes fall to the back of your head. “Fuck, I’m coming.” You moan closing your eyes, while ropes of cum come out of your cock, landing on peters’ hair and back. When you open your eyes the last ropes land on Peters face, painting him. “Fuck, good boy.” You say catching your breath, your right hand grabbing his chin. As you sit up, your lips meet. You could almost taste your own cum, as some landed on his nose and eyes, and some on this chin. “Fuck that was hot, sorry for making a mess.” You apologise to an overwhelmed Peter while kissing him.

[dqrkhold]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 4 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳 𝐱 𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Eddie stood at the kitchen counter, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke animatedly in Spanish. He was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn’t notice you walk in at first. you entered the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of Eddie’s focused expression, his brow slightly furrowed as he gestured with his free hand. A smile crept onto your face, and you couldn’t help but admire him for a moment. You walked over, letting your fingers trail lightly across his back as you passed by.

“Hey, baby,” Eddie acknowledged, his voice warm and inviting, a hint of a smile breaking through his serious demeanor. He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting yours for just a moment before he returned to his conversation, slipping back into Spanish. You lingered, captivated by the way he spoke, the rhythm of his words flowing effortlessly. The way he carried himself, even while on the phone, made your heart race. You felt a rush of boldness and decided to take a chance. Slowly, you sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his.

You got closer, the tension in the air thickening. You reached for the waistband of his pants, your fingers deftly unbuttoning them, pulling his underwear and pants down just enough to free him. “Fuck Eddie…” you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you took him in your mouth, the warmth of your breath sending shivers through him. His eyes widened, and he stuttered, trying to maintain his composure. “Dios mío,” he muttered, his voice a mix of surprise and pleasure as he tried to maintain his composure. “I’m on the phone, babe…” But the way you looked up at him, your eyes filled with desire, made it hard for him to focus.

You could see the struggle on his face, the way he tried to focus on the conversation while the pleasure you were giving him made it increasingly difficult. “I—uh, I’m still here… sí, sí, I’ll call you back…” he managed to say, his voice breathy and strained. You could see the way his resolve was crumbling, the way his body responded to you. He was torn between the call and the pleasure you were giving him, his words becoming more jumbled as he switched back and forth between English and Spanish.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll call you back,” he finally managed to say, his voice shaky as he ended the call, tossing the phone aside. “I can’t… I can’t think with you doing that.” You smiled up at him, feeling triumphant as you continued your ministrations, knowing you had him exactly where you wanted him.

Taglist ~ @starboye @boypied @cronasluvr @hellsburners @magicstarbits @capsicleforever @loverclear @gayaristocrat @ghostking4m @m4r13ll @sluttyhusband @thealtoduck

[daydaydayrk420]

Hey so I changed my mind about a character x character story for my birthday fic on the 8th.

I wanna do Johnny Storm x Male Reader (Chris Evans version) from the Deadpool and wolverine movie

The male reader is with Deadpool and wolverine and he's immortal (that's his power) during the scene where they meet johnny instead of getting captured they make an escape for it after johnny falls from the sky when the guy temporarily takes his power but they split up Deadpool and wolverine hiding somewhere and with johnny and the male reader hiding in a soundproof underground hole (maybe johnny mentions it's soundproof)-the male reader slides in first and then johnny and Johnny's ass is right in front of his face- he apologizes but the male reader tells him not too cuz it's hot since we know johnny is kind of a dirty slut he teasingly pulls his pants down revealing his hairy cheeks (HAIRY ASS SUPREMACY) the male reader starts eating him out and after awhile he helps pull johnny down to get on all fours as he begins to pound him half way through pounding johnny the top opens up and it's Deadpool and he says something dirty about it and they tell him to go away and Deadpool says the people are gone and closes the top of the hole to let them finish, after the male reader pulls out and blows his load all over Johnny's hairy cheeks- once they get out as johnny is taking them to their hideout obviously Deadpool makes a couple of dirty comments about Johnny's limp- because it's Deadpool.

That's my birthday request... Can I also be the 🥶 anon by any chance and can you somehow let me know if you accept this request?

Thank you for your service 🙏

Happy birthday! I hope you have the best day, and I hope that you enjoy this fic!

Definitely soundproof

Johnny Storm x male reader

⚠︎top y/n, bottom Johnny, ass eating, fucking in a dirt hole, getting caught⚠︎ ☢︎︎Minors and girls do not interact☢︎︎ ☞︎︎︎Y/n didn't expect to have sex in an underground hole in the middle of helping his best friend save their universe, but here he is.☜︎︎︎ ✍︎ 1801

Y/n was a close friend to Wade.

So when Wade asked him for help to go through different realities to go and dig up his old enemy's grave to save their alternative reality from coming to an end, he didn't hesitate to agree.

But of course, he didn't expect to end up here, in some alternative reality trash yard world where everyone is after everyone. Luckily, he's immortal, so he's not that worried about who they run into.

Currently, they were in some type of deserted land, while Wade and Logan were fighting. Well, more like trying to kill each other.

That was until a guy called out from some kind of scaffolding.

"Hey! We fight each other, we lose."

All three of them looked at the hooded man.

"Dear god. It's him." Deadpool breathed out as if they all should know who that man is.

"Who?" Wolverine asked.

"The one." Y/n rolled his eyes at his friend's words, but Wade started to walk towards the man, so Logan and y/n followed.

Wade started to blabber about something that sounded more like Captain America than the man they're looking at.

The man suddenly pointed to the side. "They're coming."

"Who's "they"?" Wade immediately questioned and looked in the direction.

Y/n was on immediate high alert when he saw the Mad Max-looking cars driving towards them.

"Oh, they're driving angry," Wade stated.

The man suddenly jumped down, landing on one knee and one fist.

"Now that's a superhero landing." Wade pointed.

The man stood in front of them and faced the cars. He took off his hood. "I got this." He said.

The man was incredibly handsome. His confidence made Y/n want him. He had to clear his throat and force his eyes away, but his eyes landed on the man's ass instead.

"Stay close." The man said over his shoulder. Y/n had a gut feeling that this wouldn't go well. However, that feeling got replaced with jealousy when Deadpool walked up to the man and wrapped his arms around him. "Aye aye, captain."

The man pulled Wade's arms off without looking away from the cars that stopped in front of them.

One of the men in the cars removed his mask and grinned. "Cassandra is gonna be giddy when she sees what we caught. You can't run." The man said smugly.

"You see anyone running, dick for brains?" The handsome man replied. Wade looked at him with surprise as if he didn't expect him to curse.

"You're not gonna love what happens next." The confidence made y/n horny but also curious. What could he possibly do to fight off these men in cars?

Deadpool squealed in excitement. "Oh. Oh, my god. Oh my god! He's gonna say it!" Wade celebrated as he looked at Logan and y/n. He flicked one of the swords that were sticking out of the wolverine, who, in return, let out a soft ah.

"Ha! He's gonna say it!" Wade was acting like an excited child.

"Say what?" Both y/n and Logan huffed out. Wade excitedly looked at the man again. "Avengers, assemb-" "Flame on!" The man interupted wade, erupted into fire, and flew up.

Y/n was amazed. He stared up at the man, and all he could think about was how that fire would feel on his skin.

The man shot fire at the guy who was talking earlier. The problem is, the guy somehow stopped it and started sucking the powers out of the fire man.

Nope, y/n knew this wouldn't go well.

The fire man was no longer on fire and started falling. He fell on the scaffolding, right on the tin wall between his legs. "Ah, fuck!" He cursed before he fell to the side, where he hit his head on the floor and eventually fell on the ground face-first.

"Yeah, no," Y/n said before rushing to the guy and picking him up. He didn't hesitate and bolted out of there.

Wade and Logan didn't hesitate to follow.

It wasn't easy to outrun the cars, but they managed to hide somewhere for a little break. "Can you run?" Y/n panted out as he dropped the fire man on the ground.

The man landed with a grunt but nodded. "Yeah... I know where we can hide." How is he breathless? It was y/n who carried him!

Y/n looked around and realized they lost Wade and Logan. "Shit. We got separated."

"I'm Johnny." The fire man said once he stood up. Y/n looked at him. He paused for a moment as he looked over his body. "Y/n. Now come on, we can't stay here long, I can hear the engines."

Johnny nodded and started running. He led y/n to an area that looked like it had been through something. He suddenly dropped down and lifted aside a large bush's branches. Under the branches was a covered hole.

"Get in!" He hurried y/n in after he lifted the lid as well. Y/n quickly crawled in legs first. It wasn't that much of a tight squeeze as he imagined, but he wasn't sure both of them would fit.

When Johnny got in, they ended up in an awkward position. His ass was basically right in y/n's face. Although he'd be lying if he didn't like that y/n was so close to him in that area.

"Sorry, this is pretty awkward, huh?" He chuckled nervously.

"Don't be sorry. I think it's hot." Y/n blurred out before he could think. The fire man looked at him over his shoulder and smirked. "Is that so?"

Y/n was about to resond but Johnny pulled down his pants and revealed his ass.

The immortal man never got so painfully hard so fast in his life. The view of Johnny's perfectly round and just-right hairy ass.

"Fuck..." He cursed under his breath as he looked at the ass with hunger.

Without asking, he leaned forward and licked between Johnny's cheeks.

Johnny moaned and pushed back as best as he could. It's been ages since he's had sex. The lack of it will probably make him sensitive.

Y/n reached between his legs so he could palm himself as he desperately ate out the hairy ass. He lets out huffs of air through his nose.

He was licking like a man starved. He squeezed his covered crotch in desperate need of release.

Johnny reached towards his cock as well and stroked himself. "You know what you're doing, huh..." He gasped out as he pushed back against y/n's tongue.

The immortal man loved how the small, rough hairs felt on his tongue as he kissed and nibbled at Johnny's skin. "You taste so good." He groaned.

Suddenly, they heard a loud roar of an engine. Y/n froze and pulled back to look at the opening of the dirt hole.

"Don't worry. The hole is soundproof." Johnny reassured. The immortal man relaxed and leaned down again, but this time to kiss above the ass. "Do you think we can take this further?" He asked as he looked under him, as if he were thinking how they could do it.

Johnny grinned. "Pull me down." He said as he pressed against the ground as best as he could so y/n could pull him underneath his body.

They struggled a bit, but eventually Johnny was kneeling beneath the immortal man.

Y/n buried his face in the fire man's neck as he lined up. He let his shift around first before he pushed in.

They moaned at the same time. Loudly.

Johnny took some time to adjust before he pushed back against the man behind him. "Oh...yes..." He whispered.

Y/n pulled out halfway with each thrust. He didn't really have much space to pull back much more.

Neither of them realised how loud they're being. After all, this hole is soundproof, right? Why should they worry?

The immortal man kissed and nipped at Johnny's shoulder as he continued to drill inside him as hard as he could.

Johnny's fingers dug into the dirt as if it would ground him. He was so lost in the pure pleasure that he ended up blabbering praises and moaning y/n's name. Yes, it was all incoherent, but someone heard them anyway.

The opening lifted, revealing Deadpool staring down at them.

Y/n let out a frustrated groan and hid his face in Johnny's back. "What the hell, Wade?" "Don't "What the hell" me. You're the one fucking in an underground hole like horny Moles. Well, maybe more like hedgehogs because you're just as loud as them." Wade said smugly.

Johnny gave a weak laugh and rested his forehead on his forearm. Y/n only grumbled. "Go away, Wade."

"Alrighty, but just so you know, the guys are gone. We'll be waiting, loverboys." And with that, Wade covered the hole and went back to Logan.

"Why'd he say hedgehogs?" Johnny questioned with a chuckle. "Because hedgehogs are really loud when mating." Y/n sighed but returned to thrusting.

Johnny moaned and arched his back. It didn't take long for y/n to return to the hard pace he had earlier. "I don't think that this hole is so soundproof, Johnny." He teased before he peppered kissed over the human Torch's back.

The fire man moaned in embarrassment. If he's being honest, the fact that people can hear them only brought him to his climax faster.

"Coming!" Johnny cried out just as he spilled over the dirt beneath him. His ass clenched around y/n, causing him to climax as well.

With a quiet curse, y/n quickly pulled out and came over Johnny's hairy cheeks. He gave a soft smack to the man's ass before he pulled his pants up.

Johnny wiggled his ass playfully before he pulled up his pants as well and crawled out of the hole.

When they got out, they were met with Deadpool and Wolverine staring at them with knowing smirks. "Finally, you horny hogs are done. Can we continue saving my universe now?" Wade teased.

Y/n huffed but couldn't hide his smile. "Where should we go now?" He asked as he looked around.

"I'll take you to my group's hideout. There, we can make a plan on how to help you guys." Johnny offered.

"Great! Lead the way, Mr. Loudmouth." You could hear the grin in Wade's voice.

Johnny blushed but started to walk anyway. Well... At least he tried. He's limping very visibly.

"Y/n! Couldn't you have been more careful? Poor ol' Johnny can't walk anymore because of you." Wade teased. Even Logan let out a laugh.

"Jesus, shut up for once." Y/n laughed as he tried to hide his blush as well. Johnny is so happy he's in front of them and that no one can see how red he is.

"It's Marvel Jesus. Use my whole name when you talk to me."

[zaceouiswriting]

Art of Seduction: Brett Talbot

Character: Brett Talbot

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut, kinky

As the morning sun had risen, I already knew that this day would be a terrible one. Warm and disgustingly dry. The perfect day for a lacrosse match. 

The second thing through which I knew, that day would be awful, was the arrival of our archenemy. The Devenford Prep team members think themselves superior to us.

And the third, as well as the final was their team captain. Taunting one of my own team members. The one that was once on his own team. With me getting the job of captain from the one before me, just by winning against him in a sport, I haven’t played before once, I got in his face, getting his target away from him.

„Brett, how many times do we need to do this?“, I asked the other boy exhausted at this point. He always stirred trouble, for some strange reason, trying for his once friend to explode in his face.

„When you are on your knees begging me to show you, how a guy treats his whores,“ he jokingly challenged me. With a smug face on my own, I hold out my hand. „Okay, that’s a deal then. When you win, I will get on my knees, beg you exactly what you want, and admit publicly, that you are superior.“ He almost already took my hand, but I pulled it away a bit, „But only, if you do the same when we win.“ I told him, but still get closer to him, to not humiliate him further in the face of his friends, „And trust me I know what I like, you will look good gagged, bound, and in leather.“

I could see him swallow hard, reluctantly taking my hand, because of the humiliation he would suffer if he would not agree.

With a smile, that rots his core in seconds, you watched him slowly die inside. Already feared that this was a bad idea, because it was the first time, that you were the captain and not your preprocessor. He only knew you were a good player, under a bad captain. But because his school had never lost against yours, he could not dare, to not agree to this.

The entire day I could hear my team whisper if I was really fit to lead them if I do a bargain like this with our archenemy. And the other team wondered what was going on, that I did such a bargain with them.

I did not answer anything, just went on with my day, without a concern in my body. Which finally could get the rest to cool down as well, but the other team got even more nervous thanks to this.

All a part of the plane, but the important part, came when you changed for the match. „Okay, if you guys follow this plan, exactly to the point, we will win this, okay? No heroes, no thinking on your own! I could live with the damage to my pride, but I know most of you could not. So just follow me this time, okay?“

A loud murmur went through the room, not happy, but in the end, agreed to do it.

So I came onto the field, with a confidence someone so close to death, shouldn’t have. After the last pep talk, I gave my team, I came face to face with Brett once more. Before we put on our helmets, you looked at me concerned. „Are you sure you want to do this? You still can take your bet away and nobody will ever now?“

„Are you scared Brett?“, I asked him in a child’s voice, taunting him. „But if you fear losing, you can take back our agreement, and show everyone how much of a pussy you are.“

All riled up, him showing me his yellow eyes and gripping the stick hard, you know that everything was perfect.

The first third of the game looked as always. The Devenford Prep is far in the lead and your team, running around like headless chickens. As you again came face to face with Brett. „I look forward to you on your knees, maybe I even show you a good, time even though you were a brat to me.“

That last bit, him being so confident that he couldn’t possibly lose anymore, was the last bit I needed.

Before the next whistle was sounded, I gave my team the hand signal. And before these arrogant idiots, even knew what was happening to them, we got a goal and another one, one after another, soon we were in the lead, with a well-oiled machine.

As the final whistle came, I got one more goal in, just to rub some salt into the fresh wound. My team was not only happy but ecstatic. Never in their wildest dream, did they ever think, that they could win. 

But your eyes were on Brett, who still stood at the middle line, absolutely defeated, looking confused around. „So do you want to kneel before me now, or later?“, I asked him innocently, but my victorious smirk, must’ve been a dead giveaway.

He launched a punch, but I grabbed in before he even could get far. „I wouldn’t recommend trying to fight me. You have no possible chance to win, not even when you transform here and now. So get your stuff. I like my men nice and sweaty.“

Not even a minute, after I had sent him to the locker room, came he back out, I was already waiting for him with my own stuff. As he saw me, his demeanor changed again, from his happy smile, he had as he came out to a feared, almost sad one. „You did not try to run away, right?“, I asked him already knowing that this was directly the thing he had tried.

„Now come on, the evening is young and you will have too much to do to sleep in the night.“

He followed me silently, to my car, seated himself into it and we drove off. His mind was far away from this place. Even though he desired me, he wanted to be the one in charge. How foolish of him.

„Hey wake up sleepy head, we are there.“ I told him, shaking him awake again. He was disoriented for a moment. His jaw dropped as he saw my home.

„Don’t worry, my parents are not home, as they never are,“ the last part was mumbled by me. I did not want him to pity me in any way. Even though he does not even have parents anymore.

„Why are you at this filthy public school, when your parents are rich?“, he asked in utter disbelieve.

With a smile, I turned around, directly in front of the primary door. „Because of behavior like yours. I was a spoiled brat growing up and my true colors came out in a private elementary school, where I was a massive bully, throwing my parent’s weight around, after that, they put me in public schools, where my face got kicked in more than once. It humbled me greatly. You should try it too. But I don’t think you need to, after I’m finished with you.“ My smile changed into a sinister smirk, which gave Brett a nice cold shower over his back.

Getting him in, you stopped him in the foyer. „On your knees.“ It took him a moment, but he did what I told him to do. „And now beg for me to treat you right, like a guy should treat his whores and tell me I’m superior to you.“

And he did without a second thought. But he thought he was done. If this would’ve been the case, I did not have had to get him into my home.

„Now to the good part.“ I closed the distance between us, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed our lips onto each other. A firework exploded in me. I knew he felt it too.

Hastily getting his shirt off of his body, shortly followed by his shorts, he still had his sweaty smell on him. Little salt crystals all over his soft skin, wrapping nicely over his perfectly built body.

„God how long, do I want you for me alone?“, I whispered, licking down his throat, and kissing his Adam’s apple.

Only in his jockstrap was he standing in the foyer, eyes glossy from lust. „Come on, we have a lot to do.“ I took his hand and pulled him with me. His mind was blank, the only want in him was to take me and make me his.

As we came to a green room, Let go of his hand, opened it, and showed him with my hand, that he should go first. Dimmed light illuminated the room. „On the wall to the right, are leather harnesses. Find one that fits your muscular body.“ I told him, while also feeling him up again. Massaging his already massive chest, which will only grow the more sports he will do. To his already impressive eight pack. The first I myself saw in person.

I, on the other hand, shed all my clothing, until I stood naked in the room, a whip already in my hand.

As he had found a harness that could only better the look of him, he came with it to me, not able to close it on his own. The moment he saw the whip, he knew what would happen.

„No save word. If you lost a bet, you will honor it. Don’t worry, your ass is safe, I like my men as tops. Nobody had you already right?“ He shook his head. „Great I don’t like versatile either. If you want to be mine after that, you will never have something inside of your but, understood?“ This time he nod obediently.

„Good. Now hands and head through there. I will close it and give you your first few hits, okay?“ More excited than I have ever seen him, he agreed. Taking the hits with the whip, like a champ.

The wounds didn’t heal, because of the bit of wolfsbane the whip had on it. As I got him out, I bound his hands together, pulling them up at a metal chain. I waited until it was secured to get in front of him again.

„You know I thought you would be more intelligent. Come into a room, where everything is laced with wolfsbane like a werewolf. Pretty stupid.“ It was the first time I saw utter fear, almost terror on his face. „Don’t worry I’m not a hunter. I like you. Wanted you from the day I saw you.“

Again touching his body as if he already was completely mine. Even getting his stupid jockstrap finally off of him, jerking his massive erect dick. „You did not have a chance against my team today. I’m a seer. Being able to see all possible features in the split of a second, is quite helpful some days.“

„You cheated?“, he asked out of breath. Almost not wanting to believe what you had told him. „Just as much as you, when you used your werewolf agility and strength, in every match you ever played. I only set the records straight. And now tell me, that you don’t like me, feeling you up, touching every centimeter of your skin, jerking you off, and later, fucking myself, with your stupidly large dick. Tell me and I stop and let you go.“

But he stayed still. „Just as I thought. If you are a good boy, I might even let you call me your boyfriend. It will happen either way, so just accept it.“ I sealed my and his fate with a kiss, which he accepted wholeheartedly. Why I will never know, but he seemed to have accepted the tragedy of both of our lives the moment he heard it.

„Great kisser, great body, great cock. We only need to work on your personality.“ I told him, after this heated wonderful kiss. „Hits with a paddle, maybe? Or should I move higher with the whip? Oh, I know!“

As I walked out of his sight, I could see him getting antsy, fearing for your wonder weapon to break his stubborn mind.

I sneaked up on him, from behind and smeared a cream on his back. For a moment nothing happened, but then he suddenly moved a lot, trying to scratch his back. „What is that?“, he asked nervously, uncomfortable.

„Something you will get when you become a brat again. Be a good boy to me and I will end your suffering.“

Save to say, I would have to smear half of his body full, and only the next day he would he feel better again. But interestingly, his dick even though his body itched and burned stood proudly in the air. Which I saw, but could not believe. Seeing it, made it even more arousing.

But before we could get to the fun part, I had to do a lot more for him. And he loved every bit of it, especially when I praised him. He became a very eager boy toy, very fast. But would have to learn a lot too, especially to see me as the dominant one in the relationship. It actually would take years to get this into his brain. But I already knew this and was prepared for it too.

At least he would live and that is the most important part.

[Masterlist]

[dqrkhold]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : You Had just woken up, seeing Scott laying there on his stomach just did something to you. You couldn't resist the urge that hit you—wanting to start the day waking him in the most intimate way possible. | drabble + porn without plot

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Smut, Dom!Male!Reader, Fluff, Sub!Scott Moaning, Praising, ass eating, oral, Scott (receiving), swearing, Explicit Content, Cum, Dirty Talk.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

You stirred awake beside Scott, his body sprawled out on his stomach, the sheets tangled around his waist. His broad back rose and fell with each steady breath, his dark hair against the pillow. The sight of him like this—stirred something primal in you. You couldn't resist the urge to wake him in the best way possible. Sliding down the bed quietly, you positioned yourself behind him. Your hands gently gripped his hips, pulling the sheet lower to expose the firm curves of his ass. Scott mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, shifting slightly but not waking. You leaned in, your breath warm against his skin, and pressed a soft kiss to one cheek before parting them with your thumbs. 

Scott let out a low groan, still half-asleep, his hips twitching upward. You started slow, your tongue flicking out to trace the rim. The taste of him filled your senses as you licked a long. You lapped at him hungrily, the wet sounds of your mouth working against his ass echoing softly in the quiet room. "Fuck... what..." Scott mumbled, his voice rasped with sleep, eyes fluttering open. He lifted his head slightly, looking down at you between his legs. A lazy grin spread across his face as realization dawned. "Morning to you too, babe. Starting the day right, huh?" You hummed against him, the vibration making him shudder.

You didn't stop, your hands kneading the muscles of his thighs as you thrust your tongue in and out, fucking his hole with it. Saliva dripped down, slicking his crack, and you added a finger to tease alongside your licks, pressing just the tip inside to stretch him open. Scott's breaths came faster now, his face buried back into the pillow as he moaned. “Oh shit, right there... yeah, eat my ass like that. Don't fuckin' stop.” His cock hardened beneath him, trapped against the mattress, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You sucked gently on the rim before plunging your tongue back in, swirling it to hit every sensitive spot. Scott arched his back, pushing himself onto you, his voice breaking into a growl. “God, your mouth feels so good. Deeper—fuck, make me cum just from this.”

His body trembled, muscles clenching around your probing tongue as you worked him relentlessly, determined to push him over the edge. "Oh fuck, yes—right there," he growled, arching off the bed. "I'm close... don't you dare stop." His words dissolved into a guttural moan as his orgasm hit, cock pulsing untouched, spurting ropes of cum across the sheets. His hole twitched around your tongue, drawing out the pleasure until he collapsed back, chest heaving. You licked him clean with gentle swipes, savoring the aftershocks that made him twitch. Finally, you crawled up beside him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Scott tasted himself on your mouth and pulled you closer, murmuring, "Best fucking wake-up call ever." 

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[scerek]

Ryan Kelley as Deputy Jordan Parrish in Teen Wolf: The Movie