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─ 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙼𝙴 ´-

nicholas 'nick' nelson x male reader

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: things between you and nick have been starting to get hot and heavier, and you are both definitely ready to take it to the next level.

𝙵𝙳𝙽𝙸 + 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 ─ “𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠”

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: praising, swearing, breeding kink, accidental cumming, raw sex, dirty talk.

You and Nick have been together for just under two years now, and lately, things have been getting hot and heavier. Before, when you two made out, it was cute and sweet, but now it's like you both need to be closer - your bodies crave eachother in a way that is more than just...sweet.

Nick's hands trail under your shirt, gently tracing his fingertips along your stomach as he slides his tongue past your lips, and it massages against your own. “m-mhm” you quietly whimper out as his hand moves further up your body as he reaches your peaked nipples and gently gives it a twist causing you to let out sultry sounds, sounds that only he could get out of you. Considering you've both never had sex before or really even done much, he seems to know your body better than you know your own.

He continues pinching your nipple between his fingertips and continues sliding his tongue back and forth sensually against your own. Nick breaks the kiss by pulling away and staring down at you. He pulls his hand out from under your shirt and brushes a piece of hair out of your face, “...you're so handsome” he coos out and you can't help but blush a whole new shade of red at his comment. “thank you baby” You say softly as you reach up and caress his face.

Nick pulls you back into a kiss as you both begin taking off eachothers clothes leaving you both in your underwear. Nick's large, muscular body on top of yours as you have your legs wrapped around his waist. He begins grinding his hardened clothes cock against your ass, the restriction making this much hotter than it should be.

“are you sure about this?” Nick says softly, yet his voice has undertones of nervousness.

“...Nick, I couldn't be sure of something if I tried.” You let out a quiet chuckle as you continue caressing his face.

Nick looks down at you with his cute half-smile as he begins kissing down your body, getting further and further down until he reaches your underwear. You look down at him as he slides his hands under the hem of your boxers and begins pulling them down letting your semi-hard cock spring free and flop against you.

“..mhm” Nick bites his lip and groans at the sight of your cock springing free.

Nick leans down and places a kiss against the tip of your leaking cock, he wastes no time and takes your semi-hard cock into your mouth and his tongue flicks back and forth against it and he smirks as he feels your cock grow harder and harder in his mouth. You reach down and caress his cheek as his eyes water slightly as he holds you in his mouth, your cock pushing against the back of his throat.

“N....Nick!” You groan out quietly, trying not to make too much noise as you make eye contact with him as your cock is buried in his throat and you can feel it contract around you. You ruffle his hair, which makes him let out a muffled laugh, causing vibrations to shoot down your cock. Nick pulls your cock out of his mouth and he slaps it against his tongue.

“you taste...very good” he says with a smirk, and you can't help but giggle.

You climb further up on the bed and lean against the pillows, as Nick climbs between your legs and gently caresses your open thighs. He looks down at your hard, leaking cock and then back up at your flustered face.

“...wow” he mumbles out as he reaches forward and pushes two fingers past your lips and coating them in your saliva. He brings them down and coats your exposed hole with your saliva and gently pushing one finger past the tight muscle ring and into your hole, causing you to let out a soft wince as you open up and stretch ever so slightly to accommodate his finger, he continues working you more and more open as he adds a second spit soaked finger.

You reach up with one hand and grip his shoulder and with your free hand you reach down and wrap around his uncut cock, slightly pumping it, “y-you can put it in.” You stutter out through nerves and Nick takes a deep breath and smiles softly as he pulls his two fingers out. He pulls back his foreskin exposing his pink tip and lines it up with your pucker.

“I'll be gentle” he mumbles out softly as he pushes inside of you. You grip his shoulders as your eyes roll back slightly as you feel your body accommodating to his size and stretching in a way you never have before. Nick pushes the entirety of his cock inside of you and he can feel your hole pulsating around him, he kisses along your jawline as you let out quiet whimpers.

“f...fuck” You groan out as you pull him in for a kiss, and you both immediately match each others rhythm, both your tongues massaging against each other.

He stays buried inside of you, not moving, just letting your walls contract and grip his cock. “Nick...mhm” You grunt out as you wrap your legs around his waist, and he slowly pulls out before thrusting back in. Nick's thrusts change from soft and slow as he begins to pick up the pace and he reaches down to jerk your cock off trying to match the rhythm of his own thrusts.

You tangle your hand in his hair as he rests his forehead against your own as he thrusts back and forth, faster and harder in your asshole. Nick's cock rubs against your g-spot sending shivers and pleasure up and down your body.

“oh...wow, mhm..” You grunt out in muffled moans.

“you feel...so, so...good” he groans out through gritted teeth

You pull your hand out of his soft hair and you caress his face as he pumps faster and faster inside of you before his eyes squint shut and his mouth gapes open as you feel him flood your asshole. “m-mhm! fuck, nghyes” he grunts out as you let out a quiet moan enjoying the feeling of him cumming inside of you.

He slowly pulls out, and his eyes widen, “..I'm so sorry, that was an accident. You just felt... so good” he lets out a chuckle as you continue caressing his face, “it's fine baby, seeing you and feeling you accidentally cum was so very hot.” You laugh slightly until you feel his hand wrap around your hard cock and he begins pumping it up and down while maintaining quite an intense and sensual eye contact.

“Nick!” You gasp as he pumps your cock faster.

“be a good boy and cum for me” he whispers in your ear

Hearing those words fall out of his mouth in a seductive whisper just causes your body to react in such a horny way as you just immediately shoot your load all over yourself. “N-Nick!” You groan out as he continues jerking you off through your intense orgasm.

You lay there as he grabs a towel from the side and wipes up your cum from your stomach, “next time will be even better... I'll last longer inside you.” he says through a laugh as you lean up on your elbows, “who's says your topping next time?” You say with a huge smirk on your face and Nick's face turns a deep shade of red.

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[inhumanshadows]

Showertime Shenangins | Steve Harrington x Male Reader x Billy Hargrove

Cowritten with @lefteagleblizzard (Thanks again, friend! You guys should check him out!)

Request for zhellas: NSFW request for Stranger Things, where R catches Steve or Billy meatwatching in the showers, but doesn't mind. In fact, he quietly shows off.

A/n: Changed it slightly, I hope that's alright.

Warmth traveled along every inch of your skin, gradually opening all the pores present on the way and further helping your muscles relax after a decent hour of activity. It felt peaceful scrubbing your hair, water raining down, and almost muffling all the noises around. Almost. Deep words could be heard nearby.

You couldn’t quite make it out, so you didn’t pay it any mind. Right now, all you're focused on was washing the gym class grime off your body. The voices got closer, but your eyes were closed as you rubbed your soaped-up hands over your face.

“I’m definitely bigger than you. King of Hawkins High, and you’ve already lost pretty boy.” A deep and rough timber of voice you recognized too well, as usual dripping with mockery and cockiness, reached your ears and went past the steam of water.

A scoff was the answer he received. “Whatever makes you sleep better.” Came a lower in tone voice that was more than definitely trying not to start anything.

The rush of water grew louder as more shower heads turned on.

“What are you two bickering about this time?” You ask.

“Harrington here has the balls to think his dick is bigger than mine.” Billy said with a chuckle.

“I didn’t say that. Just believe what you want.” Steve sighed.

You glanced over your shoulder at the two of them, their bodies bare and shiny from water and soap. You couldn’t see clearly enough to compare cause the shower column was in view. “Are you dunderheads actually gonna measure or just speculate?”

“Got something against it, pretty face?” Billy’s grin was wide now and full of not many pure intentions.

“Nothing.” No even trying to fuel whatever he was trying to set. “Just found it a dump competition.”

“Exactly. Thanks for the buck up.” Steve’s voice cut again the pleasant steam of water evaporating from the high temperature of the place.

“He knows he’s gonna lose,” Billy mumbled low enough to barely be detected by your ears, but it had enough loudness to make it clear who his next target to taunt was.

“Goading me isn’t gonna work Bully.”

“Not my name Harrington.”

“I’m aware. And I wouldn’t lose.”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is then?”

“C’mon, cut it out, Hargrove.” Steve interrupted—or tried to— Billy’s cutting teasing.

“See? Even pretty boy here knows you’ve got nothing down there!” A loud laugh erupted deep within’s Billy soaked and sturdy chest that earned a groan from said man who somehow worsened your situation.

Huffing in annoyance at the tall and arrogant man, you roughly wiped away all the soap that threatened to burn your eyes, moving enough to take a look at the big man.

“You’re a real pain in the ass.” Not realizing that you’ve shown too much as those eyes traveled down a bit too quickly

You stare at the two of them. The silence is deafening. “What? Cat got your tongues?”

“Holy shit.” Steve gasped.

“What the fuck is that…” Billy said, incredulously.

“What’s what?” You follow their eyelines down to your crotch. “It’s my dick doofuses.”

“That’s a third leg, dude,” Steve said. “Are you fully soft??”

Fully turning to look at them and getting your sight cleared by the column in the way, they really looked quite shocked at what they were witnessing.

“Yeah, still soft.” You mumbled with more simplicity than you thought, considering the way two grown teenagers were ogling your private area. “Don't flatter yourself, Steve. You're not that much of a looker.”

That earned a chuckle from Billy while Steve still had his mouth wide open worse than a fish in need of water, droplets stuck on the heavy carpet on his chest

He was biting his lower lip while letting both large hands on either side of his hips, gears in his head trying to process what was happening.

You chuckle at Steve’s face. “I think I broke the kings brain. So you still wanna compare your sizes? I’ll judge.”

Billy smiles wide. “I mean we both lose to you but sure. What do you say Steve? Hello?? Earth to Harrington!”

You crossed the stall and stood before Steve, grabbed his shoulders and gave him a good shake. You also watch how his junk shakes. “Snap out of it!!”

Steve shakes his head. “Just how… how is it so big?”

“Dunno. Lucky genetics, I assume.” You shrugged your shoulders without breaking his chocolate gaze.

“Why are you so taken by my dick anyway? Wasn’t this a battle of machismo between you and this asshole?” You ask, pointing to Billy.

Steve holds his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, I wanted nothing to do with it. But the asshole’s persistent.” Steve said. “And sorry it’s just… I’ve never seen one so big.”

Billy claps an arm over Steve’s shoulders, the movement startling him, making him inch closer and your cocks touch. “You sound like you wanna get a closer look.”

Shamelessly, Billy took hold of his beast and lined it parallel with Steve's cock. Your eyes went downward following his sudden motion, and taking in the difference in size, both in terms of length, circumference, and width, came clear to your mind.

The cocky and arrogant blond haired man possessing a long and compacted dick while the one with perfect hair had spent all his genetic points on upgrading width.

“I mean, length isn't everything.” Those were the first words that left your mouth, and they sure as hell seemed to boost Steve’s level of self-esteem.

Billy scoffed. “Yeah yeah. But I’m clearly longer.”

You shrugged. “I mean, yeah. But Steve’s thicker. And if we’re truly talking about who’s winning…”

You take a moment before grabbing your own cock and holding it to the other side of Billy’s as best you could, trapping his dick between yours and Steve’s. “I win, boys. Plus, a true contest would have been fully hard comparisons.

“Ha! Careful, pretty face. Keep your horse quiet before it spears poor Harrington over here.”

Dang it, the fact that you were able to surprise those two unfairly handsome men was getting the best of you, and your body was showing it. Blood rushing to a specific area in particular.

It didn’t help the fact that Billy began stroking his meat between his strong hands at a quite fast pace, grin seductively wide and winking down at you.

“You've gotta be kidding me…” Steve groaned at the nonchalant behavior of the man in front of him, yet his eyes kept flickering down to your body, and his own junior self was twitching and fighting gravity on his own.

Billy sighs deeply, eyes blown with lust. He smacks his cock against his palm. "You said it yourself. Best way to compare is hard. Who's up for round two?

[romantic-genocide]

Harringrove x Male!OF!Reader

Notes/Warnings: This is for the lovely @st4nidle Threesome, MLM, Anal, Breeding, Praise kinks, Double Penetration, Camera/Recording, BigDick!Billy (Steves only 2 inches smaller), Established relationship, Onlyfans Model/PornStar Reader, Aftercare

Word count: 1359

The bedroom lights are dimmed low, casting warm glows across the rumpled sheets while three cameras sit on tripods around the king-sized bed, their red recording lights blinking steadily. You kneel in the center, completely naked, your cock already half-hard from anticipation as Billy and Steve strip down in front of you. Billy’s thick, heavy cock swings free first—long, veiny, and intimidating in its girth—while Steve’s slightly smaller but still impressive length follows, both of them already stiffening at the sight of you waiting. There had been a lot of prep before the cameras went live, you wanted them both, but you had to get your body ready to take both. You loved doing solo content and never had really thought of having your doting partners join till Billy asked and Steve agreed. "Took you long enough to ask us to join," Billy mutters, stepping closer and gripping the base of his cock, giving it a slow stroke. "All those solo videos you used to make... now you want both of us wrecking you on camera for your little fans." Steve rolls his eyes but smirks, moving in from the other side. "Ignore him, baby. He’s just jealous he didn’t get to fuck you on film sooner. Come here." You crawl forward on hands and knees, reaching out to wrap a hand around each of their cocks. Billy’s fills your palm completely, hot and pulsing, while Steve’s feels perfect in its own way. You lean in and drag your tongue along Billy’s shaft first, then switch to Steve, licking from base to tip before sucking the head into your mouth. The wet sounds echo in the quiet room, picked up clearly by the mics.

You switched to Billy, licking his slit while keeping your eyes on his. "Fuck, look at him," Billy growls, threading fingers through your hair. "Such a good boy for us. You're gonna be good and take us both eventually, aren't you." It wasn't a question and all three of you knew it. Steve moves to be on the bed behind you, and his hand slides down your back, fingers tracing your spine until they reach your ass. He spreads your cheeks and presses two fingers against your hole, already slick from the lube you prepped earlier. "He’s ready," Steve says, voice low. "Been stretching yourself thinking about this, haven’t you?" You moan around Billy’s cock in response, pushing back against Steve’s fingers as they slide inside you. The stretch burns sweetly, and you rock between them—sucking Billy deeper while Steve works you open. Billy’s free hand strokes your cheek. "That’s it. Such a perfect slut for your boyfriends. Gonna take both of us at once, right? Let the camera see how full you get." Steve adds a third finger, scissoring them inside you while his other hand reaches lower to stroke your cock. "He’s leaking already," Steve notes with a grin. "Look how much he wants it." Billy pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop and you're already moving to the middle of the bed, laying back till your head rests on Steve's thigh. He spreads your legs wide, positioning himself between them. "I’m going first," he says, lining his thick cock up with your hole. "You can have sloppy seconds, Harrington." You both know its for the sake of the video, any other time, Billy's begging to be kissed and touched by Steve. Steve huffs but doesn’t argue, smiling as he pets your hair, "That's fine, you know I like watching." The thick head of Billy’s cock breaches you, and the stretch is intense—wider than Steve’s fingers, forcing your walls to yield around him. Inch by inch he sinks in until his hips meet your ass, buried to the hilt. You whimper as Steve pushed two fingers in your mouth for you to suck on, Billy stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands gripping your thighs. "Breathe, baby. You’re doing so good. Taking every inch like you were born to be bred."

He starts thrusting, slow and deep at first, each stroke dragging against your prostate. The cameras capture every detail—the way your hole clings to his cock, the way your own dick bounces against your stomach, how you suck on Steve's fingers greedily. Billy picks up speed, fucking you harder, the slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. "God, you feel amazing," Billy praises, voice rough. "So tight and hot. Gonna fill you up so much the camera sees it leaking out of you." Steve pulls out of your mouth to let you catch your breath, then leans down to kiss you, tongue sliding against yours. "You’re perfect," he whispers against your lips. "Our good boy. Taking Billy’s big cock so well."

Billy slows to a stop as you sit halfway, "I want both of you." Steve moves behind you, helping Billy shift positions so you’re straddling Billy’s lap, his cock still buried deep inside you. Steve kneels behind, pressing his lubed cock against your already stretched hole alongside Billy’s. The pressure builds as Steve pushes in, the second cock forcing its way in beside the first. You cry out, body trembling as you’re stretched wider than ever before—both of them sliding in together until you’re completely filled, double-stuffed and shaking. "Fuck, we'll take it slow." Steve rubbed your hips as you cry weakly from the burn into Billy's neck. Billy groans weakly as he feels Steve twitch against him, "Doing so good, Hun. Both of you feel so damn good." Steve starts moving first, shallow thrusts that make you feel every ridge and vein. Billy follows, their rhythms syncing until they’re fucking you in tandem—pulling out together, pushing in together, the dual stretch sending sparks through your body. The cameras record every second: your hole stretched obscenely around two cocks, the way your body jolts with each thrust, the sweat on your skin. "You’re incredible," Steve pants, reaching around to stroke your cock in time with their thrusts. "So fucking tight around us. Gonna make you come so hard." Billy’s hand joins Steve’s on your cock, both of them working you while they fuck you. "Come for us, baby. Show your fans how much you love being bred by your boyfriends." Your orgasm hits hard, cum shooting across Billy’s stomach in thick ropes as your walls clench around both cocks. The tightness pushes them over the edge too—Billy first, groaning as he pumps load after load deep inside you, then Steve following, adding his own cum to the mix until you’re overflowing, their combined release leaking out around their still-thrusting cocks. They stay buried inside you for a long moment, catching their breath. Steve pulls out first, and Billy follows gingerly cause they knew you'd be outta commission for at least an hour after this. Billy smirks at Steve over your shoulder. "Told you he could take us both." Steve leans over your shoulder as you melt into illy, kissing the other man briefly, "Next time I want to go first."

You were boneless by the time they had managed to get you in bed properly. Billy ran a warm cloth along your length and ass, Steve massaged your lower back as you laid on his hairy chest. You didn't dare move, knowing you were gonna be taken care of by your boys. "Did so good, baby. We'll go a little slower next time." Billy tosses the rag, kissing your shoulder before kissing Steve's forehead while the other man mumbled his agreement. Steve’s voice rumbles under your ear. “You took us both so well. Look at you, all relaxed and full of us.” His palm slides lower, cupping one of your ass cheeks and giving it a light squeeze before returning to the massage. “Gonna keep you like this for a while. Let it sink in.” Billy stretches out beside you, one arm draping over your waist so his fingers can trace lazy circles on Steve’s side.The three of you stay tangled together, all three content to stay just like this for the rest of the day.

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[amandahuggenkiss1]

My best friend Logan told me to come stay with him when I told him my wife and I were getting a divorce and I was looking for an apartment. It was less than ideal with only one bedroom, but he reminded me of the money I would save if I took my time to research a new place properly.

We’d become best friends in college when we rushed the same fraternity and both moved to the city after graduation. While I quickly got married after college, Logan seemed perfectly content to enjoy being single in the big city. As the cracks in my marriage became more obvious I’d become more envious of the freedom my buddy had.

After moving into Logan’s place with my two suitcases and a box of crap, I quickly realized he didn’t have a sofa. The most bachelor of bachelor pads, Logan had two lazy boys with a small beer fridge in between.

“So I was wondering where I’m going to sleep,” I asked Logan as we both stood in his bathroom in only our underwear.

He crossed his arms and made the cute little smile he makes when he finds something amusing.

“With me,” he replied as he looked at me for a reaction.

“Oh, OK,” I said remembering back to our college days when it was common for us to crash in each other’s beds. “It’ll be like the old days.”

“Yeah, sorry,” he said still smirking. “I promise I’ll try not to spoon you like I used to.”

I laughed before getting serious while staring at the bathroom floor, “maybe a good spoon would help cheer me up.”

A big smile now spread across Logan’s face, “I was hoping you’d want to cuddle with me again.”

“Shut up and spoon me,” I laughed as I left his bathroom and walked to a side of his bed.

“That’s the side I sleep on,” Logan said.

“But I like this side,” I protested playfully.

“Ugh, fine,” Logan countered in the same playful mood, “but I’m still the big spoon.”

“You just like your cock snuggled in my ass,” I laughed as we got under the covers.

Logan wrapped his arms around my bare torso from behind as I felt his cock makes its way between my tight ass.

“Mmmmm,” Logan’s warm, minty breath felt good on my neck and face as he moved in cheek to cheek.

“Your cock is really in there,” I said before he pulled me tighter.”

“Shhhhhh,” he hissed as he held on for dear life.

I have to admit, it felt good being wrapped in Logan’s arms again. It felt safe and normal. I immediately fell asleep only to be awakened by a few tender kisses on my cheek.

“Logan?” I asked softly as he continued to kiss my cheek and then my neck.

“Hmmmm,” he moaned as he continued to kiss me.

It didn’t bother me that Logan was kissing me. I didn’t even really think anything of it until I felt his hard cock against the thin layer of material separating his cock from my ass.

“Logan,” I said a little louder as I was now more alarmed.

“What Matty?” He whispered back his nickname for me.

“I … I can feel your dick on my ass,” I stammered. “You’re hard.”

I felt Logan’s hand on my bulge and I froze.

“You’re hard too, Matty,” he said before kissing me again.

I realized he was right. My cock was rock hard and trying desperately to free itself from my underwear. I froze as I tried to figure out my next course of action — break free from Logan or let it happen.

I let it happen.

I felt him working to get his underwear off and then I felt his leaking cock drenching my own underwear as it worked to find a way in. Without realizing what I was doing, I found myself pulling my own briefs down my legs before kicking them off my foot. Now Logan’s hard, leaking cock was in between my butt cheeks on a search mission to find my hole. Again, I let it happen.

“Oh fuck!” I said loudly as Logan’s cock made contact with my virgin hole.

“It’s so warm, baby,” Logan whispered before pushing his cock head against the entrance to my pucker.

I was terrified of how horrible this was going to hurt, but I wanted my best friend deep inside me. I wanted to feel him in me.

“Just go slow, I’ve never done this,” I warned in an unintentionally harsh tone.

“Matty, I’ve … never mind,” Logan said.

“What?” I asked.

“I’ve … wanted to do this for a really long time,” Logan confessed. “I’m in love with you.”

I pushed back against his cock as his confession washed over my body. I realized in that moment that I’ve always wanted it too.

“Fuck me, babe,” I whined as his precum-covered cock slowly entered me.

I whined some more … a lot louder, but Logan naturally quieted me with his kisses. He waited a little bit after each push inside me as I got used to the feeling. It hurt, but it felt better the more I got used to it. It took a while but he was now slowly fucking me.

“You feel so good inside me,” I said turning my head and kissing his lips at an awkward angle.

“It feels so fucking good,” Logan said before kissing me again. “But can we change positions?”

“YES!” I said loudly before starting to pull off his dick.

“Hold on,” he said. “Go slow.”

Finally off his cock and wanting to be back on it, I asked how he wanted me.

“Get on your back so I can kiss you while I pound that hot hole,” he said.

I’d never heard him talk like that, but I was instantly into it. The vulgar nature of what he was saying was intoxicating and freeing.

“Pound me hard, babe,” I said trying desperately to get on his cock.

Finally back inside me, Logan and I properly kissed. It was hot and sensual. The hard fucking was making us sweaty and the sheets were quickly soaked. Like I’d been riding cock for years, I was telling Logan how I wanted his cock, how fast and to go deeper.

“Fuck, take that cock, stud,” Logan moaned. “I’m going to shoot soon.”

“Cum inside me,” I begged with urgency.

“Are you sure?” Logan asked hoping I wouldn’t change my mind.

“Flood me, babe,” I begged. I want to take all of your loads.”

And just like that, our first fuck ended when Logan squirted a huge load inside me. The warm new feeling quickly had me spraying my cum all over both of us. It was the biggest orgasm and load I’d ever experienced.

“You OK,” Logan asked after a minute of silence.

“Fuck me again,” I said as his big smile returned to his face.

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Sex with John is insatiable. We have the most intense and electric sex as often as possible, but it’s getting really hard to keep it a secret. A secret from his wife and kids and his business partner and best friend — my dad.

We’ve been fucking for almost a year, and we’ve rented hotel rooms, motel rooms and everything else you can think of in order to satisfy our needs. But, it’s taking a toll on both of us. What started as uninhibited, sweaty, passionate sex has evolved into a deeply emotional and loving relationship.

While I came out after high school graduation, things were very different for John. He loved his wife and kids, but John had always been attracted to men. He’d deeply suppressed those urges for a long time but had eventually given in. He was soon having quickies with men on business trips, at the gym and then with me.

John and I were now having to be careful how we communicated and how we acted around each other. While we always had our eye on one another at gatherings both of our families were always at, we eventually got to the point where we never talked to each other at them.

It was painful to both of us, but neither one of us wanted to hurt the people we loved and who loved us. That scenario made our hidden meetings for sex even more wild and intense.

“Hey, pal,” my dad said in the kitchen one Saturday morning in late July.

“Hey, good morning,” I replied sleepily as I waited for my coffee in my boxer briefs.

“You have today free, right?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” I said staring a hole into the slow coffee maker. “Why?”

“I was going to see if you can help me at John’s,” dad said.

My head shot up and I looked at dad at the mention of John’s name.

“What?” Dad asked.

“Nothing,” I lied. “Sure, I can help. What do you need me to do?”

“He is replacing some bushes in the back, so I volunteered us to help,” Dad said.

“Why doesn’t he just pay someone?” I asked as a typical college student who wasn’t paying the bills yet.

Dad just gave me a look that let me know he wasn’t amused.

“I know we should’ve planned it out and started early, but he thought he could do it himself,” dad explained, “but I called him about some business stuff and could tell he was overwhelmed.”

“OK, no problem,” I replied while pouring creamer into my coffee. “Let me drink this coffee and put on some clothes and we can go.”

“Thanks, pal,” Dad said giving me a fist bump.

We got to John’s about 45 minutes later and made our way to his backyard. Dad told me John was alone for the week while his wife and kids went to visit her parents. I already knew this since I was getting fucked by John in their bed the night before, but I played along.

“John, buddy, I’m sorry we took so long,” dad apologized.

“Hey, guys,” John said smiling. “It’s so hot.”

He looked down at the ground shirtless and drenched in sweat. He looked amazing in his old shorts as sweat rolled down his perfect nose. I wanted to wrap myself around him and sit on his cock, but all I could do was adjust the growing bulge in my own shorts.

“Here you go,” dad said giving him a cold water bottle.

John downed half of the bottle and looked up at dad and then me.

“Thanks for coming, guys,” he said quietly. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend one of your last Saturdays before heading back to school, Drew.”

Our eyes connected and we quickly looked away mindful of our behavior toward each other.

“It’s cool, John,” I smiled. “What do you need me to do?”

John gave us our marching orders and dad and I pulled off our shirts and got to work. It wasn’t an insane amount of bushes, but the heat and humidity seemed to slow our ability to knock it out quickly. Two hours later we were finally done planting and spreading mulch before we called it quits.

“Damn, I’m completely drained,” John told Dad as we all walked inside to the cold air conditioning.

“Why don’t you go grab a shower, buddy,” Dad urged. “Sarah sent us with hamburger meat and buns to cook you dinner, so we’ll grab a cold one and get the grill going.”

“What would I do without you guys?” John asked dad before looking at me.

We held our gaze a little too long and both knew it. John quickly headed upstairs while Dad got us each a beer.

“You OK, son?” Dad asked taking a sip and waiting for my reply as he watched me.

“Yeah, why?” I asked taking a sip.

“I don’t know, Drew,” dad said. “I’ve just noticed you and John don’t seem to talk like you used to. You’re always making eye contact and then you seem ignore each other. You used to be so bubbly together.”

I looked at dad as he took another sip and held the cold beer bottle to his temple to cool off.

“Yeah, dad,” I answered, “everything is good.”

Dad just nodded, but I could tell by the look on his face — a Dad look that said he knew it wasn’t.

“OK,” Dad said letting it go. “Can you go out and start the grill for me?”

“I’m on it,” I said happy for the interrogation to be over.

I came back in to see Dad had already made the hamburger patties, seasoned them and grabbed us each another beer.

“Do me a favor, sport, and run this up to John,” Dad said holding out a cold beer bottle.

“Uhh, shouldn’t I wait until he’s done?” I asked.

“No, he won’t mind if you slip in there and hand it to him,” Dad said without looking up as he cut open the bagged salad Mom had also sent.

I climbed the stairs thinking of how John had just fucked me in his bed last night. I was super horny but knew I needed to keep cool, calm and collected.

I opened one of the double doors to his bedroom and made my way back to the bathroom. John was still in the shower and was holding onto the wall and looking down as if deep in thought.

“Knock, knock,” I said causing him to jump.

“Babe … urrrr, Drew, what are you doing in here?” He asked panicked.

“Dad asked me to bring this to you,” I said holding up the beer.

Relief spread across his face before I opened the shower door and handed it to him. He took a big swig as I stood watching him and looking at his hot body. I wanted to get naked and join him, but I knew that was out of the question.

“Can I get a kiss?” I whispered so quietly he had to read my lips.

John looked back at the door and then came toward me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I would’ve been good with that considering the situation, but lust took over and we began to make out. John was holding his beer in one hand and holding my waist with the other while we kissed. We lost all sense of the world until we heard Dad clear his throat from the doorway.

“Shit,” John said loudly as we both awkwardly tried to seem normal.

“Dad, I …” I began.

“No, Drew,” Dad stopped me.

He was quiet for a minute as his head went back and forth between us as his brain worked things out.

“How long?” Dad finally asked looking at John.

“About a year,” John said bravely as he put his hand on my bare back.

Dad was quietly thinking again. I was about to say something, but John already knew me and stopped me with some pressure on my back. We both just stood waiting for what he was going to say.

“Makes sense now,” Dad finally said. “It all makes sense. Have you been to see Drew at school?”

“I have,” John said.

There was some more prolonged silence before Dad spoke up again.

“I’m fine with it,” Dad said. “What I’m not fine with is the cheating and lying to everyone.”

Dad and John locked eyes as if Dad was letting John know what he needed to do.

“Do you love each other?” Dad asked.

“Yes,” John and I said in unison before looking at each other.

“Good,” Dad said leaving it at that.

He began to walk toward the door as he scratched his head. John and I looked at each other and then back toward Dad just as he stopped in his tracks. He turned and looked at both of us.

“I think I need a bit of time to wrap my head around this and think a little,” Dad said. “Do you mind if I just turn on the TV downstairs and think for a while? Then we can eat and talk about a game plan.”

“Sure,” John said while I nodded.

Dad closed the door to the bathroom and disappeared. We both stood looking at the door before we turned and looked at each other.

“You sure that you want this?” I asked John.

“I am,” he said without hesitation.

We kissed. Not that we ever needed help with sex, but the freedom of knowing this would all be out in the open soon made us both excited and horny.

“You want to get in here with me?” John asked as I realized he’d been naked through the whole ordeal.

I didn’t answer and just kicked off my shoes, shorts and boxer briefs and got in. John pulled me in for a sloppy, sensual kiss as our sweaty bodies held on to each other for dear life. Our hard cocks in between us, his hands held my big jock butt as he began to rub his cock against me.

“Just put it in,” I said unable to wait.

John was thinking the same thing and grabbed some body wash and lathered his cock and then my hole. He slid it in with urgency as my hole hugged its familiar friend. John pounded me hard in his shower while Dad was downstairs thinking and no doubt aware of what we were doing upstairs.

We both needed the release and knew we’d soon be able to do this whenever we wanted. He shot his load inside me as I shot my load all over the granite shower. It was quick, but it was amazing. There’s something about finally getting what you want that is impossible to beat. We kissed softly before quickly cleaning ourselves and getting dressed.

John grabbed my hand as we walked to the bedroom door ready to go talk to my Dad. He stopped and gave me a sweet kiss as he held my chin.

“Let’s go,” John finally said letting go of my hand.

I grabbed his hand again and looked at him.

“Let’s go,” I said with a nod before we both smiled.

[strangeboyonearth]

Can we get a rafe x male reader, where the reader and their ex broke up, and then the reader decided to get back at their ex by sleeping with their worst rival Rafe Cameron.

best of your worst

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

genre: smut, slight angst

tags/warnings: exhibitionism, size kink (rafe is bigger than reader), muscle/body worship, anal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex

the break up was faultless, if such a thing ever existed. 8 months unraveled with just one conversation where no one raised their voice. still, it pissed you off to see your ex boyfriend with another girl in his arms just three days later. did you really mean so little to him?

that's why you found yourself watching the sunset on rafe cameron's balcony. the sun splintered into rays of violent oranges across the bleeding violet atmosphere. it felt like everything in their side of town was truly better.

"so," rafe stood beside you, dressed in a polo ralph lauren shirt that clung tight to his massive biceps. "are you finally gonna tell me why you're here or do i have to keep guessing while looking at your tight ass?" he took a swig from his glass of chilled whiskey, his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

you let out a shallow exhale as you drank in the sight of the tall first-born cameron before you. at the back of your mind, you always considered rafe as some kind of missed opportunity. if you weren't dating your ex boyfriend around the time you bumped into him at the country club, then maybe you would've paid more attention to his lingering eyes and how he always seemed to play golf whenever you had a lesson at the hills.

"i want-" you close your eyes, a part of your consciousness beating up the part that's doing all the talking at the moment. "do you want to have revenge sex? against my now ex boyfriend?"

rafe froze for a second, before a cruel scoff escapes his throat. he turns and examines your eyes meticulously, as if trying to determine if your proposition. "are you serious? i'm rafe fucking cameron. i don't get used for revenge sex."

you close the distance between you, realizing rafe would need more than words if he were to be convinced. your hand rests on his hard chest that stretched his tight polo shirt. you take a deep breath after seeing just how small your hand is compared to the expanse of his body. rafe's eyes looked down on his chest, eyes locked onto your hand.

"i'm really pissed with him." you began in a soft, sultry cadence that barely hid the tremble in your voice. "and i know you are at odds with him. no- i know you're mad at him because he's in the same business as you and they now own half the cut. so think about it, you'd really get into his nerves because we fought about you a lot. he's really, really insecure about you."

you stand on your toes to reach his ear, hand resting on his broad shoulder for support. "so what do you say rafe? give me the best of your worst, and for once you finally win against you."

"shut your fucking mouth." in one lightning motion, rafe grabbed you by the nape and collided his mouth onto yours as he crushed you against the balcony couch. his tongue invaded immediately, fighting a war against your teeth and gums that silenced any protest you had. rafe tasted like whiskey, desire and pure possession bundled into a bittersweet drug that you already couldn't get enough.

you moaned into the ferocious kiss, your body instantly responding and straining against your sweatpants despite the pain on your scalp. hands scrambled against rafe's clothed body, feeling the hard planes of muscle under your palms.

rafe broke the kiss abruptly, breathing heavily, eyes burning with a dark fire. he took off his shirt and threw it to the side, revealing his sweaty body sculpted to perfection. your hand immediately flew to touch his bare chest, slightly squeezing while his heart thumped against your palm. then, he worked through the rest of your clothes and his as if they were only obstacles to break through. the beach breeze blew cool against your bare ass and hard member, the waves crashing reminding you that you were both naked at his balcony.

"rafe, someone might see us-"

rafe repressed your worries with another harsh open-mouthed kiss. a guttural growl left him that reverberated through your system. he pulled you onto his warm lap, his enormous cock standing large between you. rafe broke the kiss as you wrap your tiny hands around his proud member, barely enough to circle his entire girth. a breathy groan escapes him while you traced a finger on one of his prominent veins.

"you're so big," you mumble. "i don't think you'll fit-"

rafe grabbed your jaw to look up to him. "you don't have a choice, pretty boy." he drawled, no concern whatsoever in his tone. "you wanted this. you made it so fucking hard." he shoved you backwards onto the couch cushions and kicked your legs apart, revealing your tight channel to his lust-flooded gaze.

he spit artlessly onto his hand and gave himself a few strokes, before surging forward and aligning the head to your entrance. you took in a deep breath and looked up the marble ceiling, anticipating rafe's penetration.

rafe leaned in all his weight onto you, one hand holding him up next to your head. you cried out as the broad head breached you, the burn immediate and intense. "ah! rafe! you're so- you're so much bigger than him."

"i know, i don't know what a pretty boy like you were doing wasting time with that belmont guy when you could've had me." rafe growled, pushing deeper tenaciously. he seated himself into you after a few breathless moments, his hips against your spread thighs. you arched against the searing stretch as rafe looked at you intensely, as if memorizing the sight before him.

"you're so tight," rafe grunted, dragging all the way out before slamming home again in one powerful thrust that shook you to the core. he set a vengeful rhythm immediately- deep, hard thrusts that forced a moan and wail out of you with every surge. "feels like he didn't fuck you properly." the sweat from his abs dripped on your face while you looked up, eyes blinded with constellations. "did he ever make you feel this full? make you scream like this?" he punctuated the last word with a vicious snap of his hips that you moan the loudest. enough for the neighbors to hear.

the pain bought by rafe's sheer size was still prominent around the edges, but it clashed with by the overwhelming friction and relentless friction deep inside you. your hands flew to rafe's body, unable to stop yourself from worshiping him.

"your body... so hot..." you gasped in between ragged breaths as rafe continues to piston into your hole, his cock deep inside your guts and pounding onto your prostate. your fingers traced the rigid swell of his pectoral muscles, sliding down the defined ridges of his abs as they flexed above him. you squeezed his powerful sweat-slicked biceps braced around you. "so much better than him." the words tumbled as a desperate litany to worship the body taking away the ability to walk straight for two weeks.

rafe leaned back down to capture your lips, his thrusts turning into a reckless abandon that voided any sense of decency and fully transcended into fulfilling a primal desire and extinguishing the anger that your ex boyfriend left between the both of you. "stop thinking about him and only think about me now. he's useless. i'm everything now."

the berserk feeling of penetration, his words reinforcing the idea of revenge, and the feel of rafe's incredible physique under your touch completely shattered you. you came untouched between your sweaty stomachs with a strangled cry, your body convulsing violently around rafe's cock.

"fuck!" rafe roared above you as your tight channel clamped around his invasion in rhythmic spasms. he pounded deep one final time and held himself there, filling you up with thick pulses of cum. he ground his hips, fully covering your channels in his hot spunk. rafe collapsed forward, sweat and cum between you as you both caught your breaths. his full weight pressed you down on the couch.

"so," rafe rose up to rest his head on yours. he closed them for a moment before opening his eyes again, the spark of desire still as profound. "feel like your vengeance was enough?"

you nodded weakly, your hand small as you caressed his razor-sharp jaw. "yes."

"hmm, i don't think so." rafe's voice vibrated against your throat. he took your hand into yours and began pressing wet, mindless kisses onto the back. "you really wanna stick the knife into him? let's go to the country club tomorrow together. wear my clothes. walk in a fucked up stance that shows just how good i fucked you. then lets hook up the bathroom again. now that's true revenge."

it didn't occur to you that rafe was taking you out to a date tomorrow until after he has pulled out of you and held you against his tender chest, falling asleep against his warmth and the waves crashing onto the shore far away. a feeling that you felt was long overdue.

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[jakespot7]

My older brother knew I liked sucking cock, he caught me with my friend several times. He told me to suck his and I told him he was insane. He kept suggesting it every time we were alone at home and I kept putting him off and telling him that he's being too much.

It wasn't until he put it a different way to me. "Don't think about who's, just think about how good it feels in your mouth. You're really overthinking it." And he was right, I fucking love sucking cock. I had sucked strangers, friends, so why not his.

I tried not to think about it when I met him in his room. It was a bit awkward being in my underwear and watching him strip.

"Just be a cocksucker," he said softly and stood there waiting.

My body was on fire, and I was fucking nervous... until I stuck my face in the front of his crotch and pushed on his bulging briefs. My body took over and I took deep breaths and felt his almost hard cock pressing against my face.

"You're so fucking cute," he said as I got lost in it.

He smelled like him, and I didn't hate it. It wasn't bad at all. I let go and did what came naturally. I felt his hand on me touching me. I guess after all the times he tried to convince me to do it he was going to enjoy it in case it was his last.

"Pull it out, it's hard for you. Put it in your mouth," he instructed.

I pulled down his briefs and his cock came to view. Fuck, it was a beautiful cock. It didn't matter if it was my brother's, it was perfect.

"God, this took you too long to do. I haven't stopped thinking about you on your knees for me," he told me.

"Why me?" I asked looking up at him for a second.

"Because you're my lil bro, and I love you. Why wouldn't I want to bond with you like this?" He said like it was a no-brainer.

"I don't think Brothers normally do this," I told him.

"Only the best brothers do," he smiled as I grabbed his cock and fed it to myself.

I don't know if he was right or not but I did know that his cock tasted great and it felt amazing in my mouth. His words kept getting in my head and I kinda liked the idea of 'bonding' with him. We had always been cool and hung out, but knowing we could be closer sounded nice. Having a good cock to suck all the time, sounded better.

"That's it Zach. Suck that cock for me, I'm so proud of you for doing this. We needed this," he told me as he watched me go to work.

I definitely needed this. The more I sucked on him the more I wondered why I had resisted. What the hell did I care if we were related, if we both wanted this then we both should enjoy this.

"You taste so good," I said looking up at him.

I never thought I'd see him from this angle.

"If you like my flavor you're definitely going to love my cum, you're going to eat it for me? I want to put it in you," he said.

I don't know how he was so bold. He said whatever he wanted, no holding back. I don't think I could even be like that with someone without being scared they'd freak out.

"If you want me to I will," I told him and kept sucking.

"Oh, I need it, not to want. It's going to make me so happy, and I think you will be too," he replied.

"Okay, I'll do it," I replied.

I sucked my big brother's cock harder and faster using my hand to stroke him, my mouth worked the end of it. He was leaking and I loved it, I loved cock, I hate to say but I loved his cock. It was perfect, it felt good, tasted wonderful, and I liked knowing it was my brother's the more I did it.

"It's time," he said under his breath, "Swallow it all."

I pushed him farther in my mouth and used my hand as fast and firmly as I could. I felt his cock swell and it began to shoot into the back of my mouth as I gulped and milked my older brother's orgasm.

"Ohhh, that's it, buddy! Drink my cum, I'm a part of you now," my brother told me as he ran his hand through my hair and let his cock empty inside of my mouth. "We're bonded now."

He came a lot, but nothing I couldn't handle. My own dick was pulsing, I was so turned on. I swallowed all of him, it was crazy and amazing.

"Bonded?" I asked, it sounded stupid.

"Bonded, you ate my load. You and I share something deeper than most families ever do. Whether you like it or not, you and I are bonded now," he told me.

"I guess," I smirked.

It still sounded stupid but I kinda liked the idea of being 'bonded' with my brother. I definitely liked the idea of servicing him again. Maybe getting him to fuck me, which seemed to be on the table.

[dqrkhold]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫)

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Best friends. Smoke buddies. Late-night drives with the windows down and music too loud. You’re homeboys, what could go wrong? | drabble + porn without plot

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐅𝐃𝐍𝐈 mature content below.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Smut, Dom!Rafe, Fluff, Sub!Reader, Moaning, Praising, throat fucking, blowjob, M!Reader (giving), swearing, Explicit Content, Cum, Dirty Talk.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

You and Rafe had been tight since forever—homeboys through thick and thin, sharing everything from wild nights out to that one blurry evening last summer when curiosity got the better of you both. You'd jerked off with each other in his bedroom, breaths ragged as you both chased release. Rafe knew you were gay, It never changed things between you. He didn’t flinch when you told him. Just shrugged and said, “Cool. Doesn’t change anything.” You never pushed for more, scared it'd shatter the easy bond you had. And it hadn’t. Until now. You’re sprawled on his couch, passing the joint back and forth. his tank top clinging to his chest, legs spread, leaning back owning the place. Every few drags, he'd shift, hand dipping to adjust the bulge in his shorts, the fabric straining against his thighs. You tried not to stare, but your eyes kept drifting down, heat pooling low in your gut as you imagined what lay beneath.

He caught you the third time, a smirk tugging at his lips as he passed the joint back. “You gonna keep staring or come help me?” Rafe's voice was low, rough from the smoke, his free hand already tugging his pants down. Your heart slammed against your ribs, but the weed made you feel bolder. You didn't hesitate, sliding off the couch to kneel between his spread legs. “Yeah, that's it,” he murmured, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out heavy and hard, the head already leaking a bead of precum. You swallowed hard, Your hands gripped his thighs, fingers digging into the muscle as you leaned in. Rafe's hand came down, threading into your hair, his grip loose but insistent. “Fuck, don't make me wait,” he growled, hips bucking up slightly to brush the tip against your lips.

You parted your mouth, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit, tasting the salty drip. Rafe hissed, fingers tightening in your hair. “Suck it, man. Take it deep.” Obeying, you wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently at first, swirling your tongue over the smooth ridge. He was thick, stretching your jaw as you worked more of him in, hollowing your cheeks to create that tight suction he clearly craved. Rafe's breath came in sharp bursts, his other hand clutching the couch cushion. “Shit, yeah... just like that. Your mouth's fuckin' perfect.” You bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass, the wet slide of your lips echoing in the quiet room. Spit coated his cock, gagging just a little when he hit the back of your throat. His grip firmed up then, holding your head steady as he started to thrust shallowly, fucking into your mouth with controlled rolls of his hips. “Gonna make you take it all,” he panted, voice edged with strain. You moaned around him, the vibration pulling a curse from his lips.

The joint smoldered forgotten on the ashtray, the room spinning a bit from the high, but all you could focus on was Rafe—his cock throbbing on your tongue, the way his abs flexed under his shirt, the grunts spilling from him. “Fuck, I'm close... swallow it, yeah? Every drop.” His hand clamped down harder, pinning you in place as his thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping up. You sucked harder, tongue pressing flat against the underside, urging him on. Rafe's whole body tensed, a low groan ripping from his throat. “Ah, shit—cumming!” Warm spurts flooded your mouth, coating your tongue as you swallowed greedily, not letting a bit escape. He held you there through it, pulsing deep until he was spent, finally easing his grip as he slumped back. You pulled off with a gasp, lips slick and swollen, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Rafe looked down at you, chest heaving, a lazy grin spreading. “Damn, that was... better than last time.” He tucked himself away, but his hand lingered in your hair, thumb brushing your cheek. “Pass the joint. We're not done chilling yet.”

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

© 𝐃𝐪𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

[strangeboyonearth]

Hello I love your stories and I was wondering if you could do Rafe Cameron x femboy male reader where the two are a toxic couple, with Rafe being extremely jealous and possessive of the reader's body. And when they slept together, Rafe was very aggressive. And for fun, the reader will sleep with JJ Maybank.

unregretfully yours

⫘⫘⫘ possessive!rafe cameron x femboy!male reader

⫘⫘⫘ smut

⫘⫘⫘ tags/warnings: toxic relationship dynamics, rough and unprotected sex, p in a, facefucking, spanking, attempted cheating, swearing, name-calling, muscle worship

"i'm heading out, as i told you a week ago," you tell your boyfriend rafe while you give yourself one last review in the mirror.

you wore lace stockings that still gave a dangerous look at your skin between the gap of the white embroidery and your short plaid skirt. your shirt was tight, enough to show your body without crossing into obscene. the person you're meeting would definitely love it— although you have to keep it a secret, even to yourself.

"mhm, you told me it was a night out with my sister and her friends." rafe came up behind you, shaking his big strong arm around your waist and pulling you against his tall frame. "the plan hasn't changed?" the pad of his fingers played softly on your hip like a piano.

you nod, swallowing while you try to make a convincing face. "still them, still at barry's bar,"

rafe leans down slowly so his lips meet your ear, his feverish breath fanning your exposed skin. "so it doesn't have anything to do with the dick pics jj maybank has been sending you?"

your eyes widen, a deer caught in headlights. "uh— what—"

"don't you fucking lie to me you cunt," you instantly wince further into rafe as his nails dig onto your hip. "i saw your messages. you're meeting him. what do you take me for, someone born yesterday?" he sinks his teeth on your earlobe, ripping a sharp groan from your throat.

"go back into the bedroom. you need to be reminded who you belong to," rafe pushed you back into the doorway. your heart begged to be let out of the prison of your ribcage with every step you took. you saw rafe strip off his clothes from your peripheral— his white sweater landing on the clean floors, then his leather belt being thrown to the wall.

as soon as you entered your shared bedroom, rafe kicked the back of your knees so you'd bend and kneel. he gripped your hair right on the roots, walking in front of you and pressing his clothed crotch in front of you, instantly inhaling his salty musk with a small hint of liquor bitterness. "yeah smell that like the slut you are, getting off on just my scent," he chuckles hazily.

"r-rafe, please, fuck my mouth," you beg as the tingling sensation on the roof of your mouth intensified. his jaw drops pliant like he has no care in the world. he pulls down his zipper just enough to free his enormous cock, the thick veins throbbing and the darker head ruddy.

you open your mouth instinctively, allowing rafe to push the blunt head in. an abysmal groan emanates from his chest while a soft moan escapes your moan, tasting every lemony inch with your tongue. you stretched your jaw to accommodate your space to his sheer girth.

rafe's pull tightens around your hair when he reaches the back of your throat. he begins a relentless pace into your palate, pounding against your lips before dragging all the way out again. you were a mess of moans and whimpers and rafe just watched you with half-lidded eyes.

rafe reached forward, stopping momentarily to trace the imprint of his own cock bulging against your cheek. "fuck, you look obscene like this," he pulls out abruptly and dragged you by the arm to bend on the edge of the bed.

"rafe—" you gasp while catching the air denied from you, but all you're met was the sharp rip of your underwear. your rear is exposed to the room, to him. he crumples your skirt to a fist while his meaty hand lands a violent whack on the skin just between your ass and waist. "rafey!" you yell out.

"yeah, scream my fucking name." he slaps you again. tears prickles your eyes. "as long as it's my name you're wailing. i don't care. you're mine." he follows with another strike, then another. your legs spasm under his touch, pleasure and pain mixing into a dangerous pool in your stomach.

by the time rafe lands the final blow against your butt, you're fully laying on the white bed. gripping the sheets, breath hitched in sobs. "not done with you yet," he flips you to your back and yanks your legs apart. he pushes your skirt up and aligns his cock to your gaping hole.

"breathe in, you know how i am," rafe breaches your system in one unhampered thrust. your hands instantly fly to grip his broad shoulders, support in the drowning feeling of being filled up by your boyfriend. his thrusts were driven by feral jealousy and utter possession over your body, his iron hands pinning you against the mattress.

your touch runs down his huge biceps, travelling to the front and handling his firm pectorals. a shaking finger touches each one of his sweaty abs, stretching and flexing as his hard cock pounded into you. "you're so hot rafe, i'm sorry," you mumble.

"that's fucking right pretty boy, be sorry," rafe coaxes dimly to your ear. you were both a mess of gasps and moans, the pain fully dissipating to the feeling of your ass fucked by rafe cameron. you grip his military cut hair, spiking against your palm, as your stomach tightens and ass clamps around his length.

rafe's name echoes through the four walls of your bedroom while your cock twitches and unleashes untouched, painting your stomach in your own hot seed. the explicit scene makes rafe groan loud and cum in your hole just a few seconds later, his liquids sloshing around your hole and right on your prostate.

rafe crushes you against the mattress, bodies connected by sweat and his softening cock still inside of you. he breathes against the crook of your neck, while soft huffs of air escapes your slightly parted lips.

"don't you ever try to sleep with someone else again, or i swear, you'll recieve a harder fuck than what i did to you today," rafe murmurs cavernously, devoid of any emotion like he usually is. "try to be loyal. its the least you could do for me,"

you nod, understanding the situation and what rafe expects from you going forward. "i will, rafey. i'm always unregretfully yours."

your declaration only earns you a grunt of approval. and that's more than enough from him.

[strangeboyonearth]

How about an aggressive Rafe versus a femboy male reader? Maybe Rafe hates the attention the reader's skirt attracts and violently fucks him when they're alone 👀 I'd like the reader to be violent too, even if weaker than Rafe. Maybe retaliating with a few slaps? Rafe deserves it

every mess that we make

⫘⫘⫘ possesive!rafe cameron x femboy!male reader

⫘⫘⫘ smut

⫘⫘⫘ content warnings: explicit content, toxic relationship, rough and unprotected p in a, slapping, spanking, biting, marking, degradation, dirty talk, slight size kink

rafe's fingers flexed around your wrist. you wince when you feel his nails leave crescent imprints on your soft skin. he slams the bedroom door behind before crowding you against the polished mahogany surface. his sweaty musk and heavy breaths are all your body recognizes in the darkness of the bedroom.

"you love it, don't you?" rafe's deep and agitated voice sent a rainfall of chills down your spine. a careless fingertip travels to trace the space between your skirt and your fishnet stockings before fisting the plaid cloth upwards. "being looked at like some crack whore in an alley flagging down passing cars."

you hit rafe in the cheek for that. it barely made his face jerk to the other side, but you made your point clear. "don't talk to me like that. your self sabotaging issues are not my problem." you huff with fake frustration. more than anything, rafe's anger was always a turn-on.

for a silent second, rafe's jaw simply tightens. then his darkened eyes gaze down on you with contempt. "then i'll make it your problem, slut." he hauls you up by the skirt with all his strength. you whimper as your lace briefs strain your ass cheeks, instinctively wrapping your legs around rafe's hips.

he buries his mouth on your neck; scraping, muttering, breaking the surface with marks that will last days. "is this what you imagine when you let all those people look at you while you're wearing your tight skirts? are such a sucker for attention that the one i'm giving you isn't enough?" rafe licks a line on your jaw, stopping to sink his teeth in the incline between your mandible and neck.

"it's not— ah!— i can't control where they look, rafey." a groan escapes your parted lips, dragging the last part of his name. you find anchors on his broad shoulders, fingers digging into his back muscles before giving him another slap there. it doesn't do anything but make rafe chuckle against your heated skin.

"too bad i wouldn't be able to control myself either." rafe pulls back just a little bit to shred your underwear into little pieces on the floor. he works on his own belt, so you unbutton his black dress shirt until his toned pectorals and abdomen are exposed.

you trace a finger down on the deep ridges, his sweat slicking your fingertips. "you're hot," you whisper on impulse rather than a thought in the moment.

"yeah, i know." rafe drawls but you know it inflated his ego once more. his grip shifts to your waist again, compressing like steel to make you yelp. "i better be the only man you worship like this." he grabs your jaw tight.

you look up to him with pouty lips, breath hitched. "only you, rafe." it was enough declaration for him to let you go.

rafe's intense blue eyes bores into your existence as he adjusts the both of you. the head of his large cock pressed insistently on your rim. without warning, he pushes into you with one big thrust. you shout his name, legs pulling him closer to your body.

"fuck, you're still so tight even if i fuck you almost every night." rafe swore under his breath while you reeled in the feeling of his rod buried so deep its pressed against your prostate. he experiments with one little thrust, and you instantly grab his clothed biceps. "you're gonna be fun to fuck tonight." he laughs with his realization.

the overwhelming flush of rafe's cock pushing and leaving sends moans and tight gasps from the pleasure coiling in your stomach. rafe panted and grunted above you, his face tightening while he exhibited incredible strength with every movement. one hand was enough to pin your seemingly weightless body on the door, the other braced next to you.

the door rattled behind you. your fingers are now clawing rafe's firm chest, leaving small red streaks in it's wake. rafe throws his head back and moans. "yeah keep doing that pretty boy," he mutters. "mark me yours while i mark you mine." he meets you again with a particular powerful plow, making your moan reach a pitch higher.

rafe tilts up your chin and crushes his lips on yours, his thrusts still unrelenting beneath you. you moaned into his whiskey-painted mouth, the stark bitterness shared by his tongue pressing on your teeth and gums. he finishes by pulling your lower lip between his teeth, drawing a metallic taste that he licked off slowly. "still tasty for me." he comments.

rafe's thrusts abandon all sense of control and blurs into jackhammer snaps driven by pure volatile desire. your sounds grew louder, eyes blurred by tears of euphoria while your body was repeatedly slammed against the door with his cock. rafe's sweat drips on your skin, chest heaving from all the exertion he placed. "you gonna cum babe?" he taunts when he feels you tighten.

your nod is instantly responded with a spank to your rear. rafe smirks with your loud responses, going back to hit your ass again and again. the coil in your stomach unleashes, screaming his name while your own dick twitched into orgasm under your bouncing skirt.

rafe hits his orgasm moments later, groaning your name while he pulsed his hot and thick cum all over your system. you were both a mess of red marks, heavy breaths, and the occasional bites you both shared. your ass and waist was sore from the impact. head a bit buzzed after hitting the door again and again.

"look at us," rafe traces his finger on your face. his voice drops an octave, almost an intimate secret. a contrast to the degrading barks he whispered to your ear just moments ago. "every mess that we make. that's why i love us so much."

[bittersuitee]

The Scent | Chris Evans x Male Reader

Summary: Chris Evans’ son’s best friend (you) can’t resist sneaking into Andy’s room during a visit and getting caught red-handed sniffing Chris’s dirty underwear. What starts as humiliating discovery quickly turns into raw, dominant punishment on Andy’s bed — complete with heavy daddy kink, risk of getting caught, and Chris claiming what’s his. Filthy, detailed one-shot with power imbalance, scent kink, and intense rough sex. (Chris Evans x Male Reader, ~5.1k words)

Warnings: Explicit NSFW smut, consensual rough sex between adults, significant age gap, daddy kink, underwear/panty sniffing fetish, humiliation, spitting, mouth fingering, gagging, slapping (ass/face), dirty talk, creampie, risk of discovery, and strong language. 18+ only.

You’d been Andy Evans’ best friend for over a year, crashing at the big modern house in the suburbs almost every weekend. Video games, late-night movies, sneaking beers — the usual college routine. But lately, the real reason you kept showing up had shifted. It wasn’t just Andy anymore.

It was his dad.

Chris Evans. Forty-four years old, still built like a goddamn superhero. Broad shoulders, thick arms, that salt-and-pepper beard that made your stomach flip every time he grinned at you and called you “kid.” You’d caught yourself staring at the way his t-shirts stretched across his hairy chest, the heavy bulge in his gray sweatpants when he lounged around the house. And the scent… God, his masculine musk lingered everywhere.

Today was no different. You rang the doorbell, heart already hammering. Chris answered in a tight black t-shirt and those fucking gray sweatpants again, the fabric clinging to his powerful thighs and the thick outline of his cock.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, voice warm and deep. “Andy’s not back yet. He ran out with his mom to grab some stuff for the barbecue tonight. Should be home in about forty-five minutes. Come on in and wait.”

“Thanks, Chris.” You stepped inside, the cool air hitting your flushed skin. The house smelled like him — woodsy cologne mixed with clean sweat and something unmistakably male.

You chatted in the kitchen while he grabbed you a soda. Small talk about classes, your summer job, the new Marvel project he was rumored for. You tried to keep your eyes on his face, but they kept drifting lower — to the way the sweatpants hung low on his hips, the dark happy trail peeking out when he reached for a glass.

After a while, you shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, Chris? Mind if I use the bathroom?”

“Sure thing,” he said, gesturing. “Down the hall, first door on the right. There’s also one upstairs right by Andy’s room if you want.”

You stood up. Your pulse was racing for an entirely different reason now. You headed toward the downstairs bathroom but stopped at the bottom of the stairs. The temptation had been building for weeks. Last visit, you’d seen a pair of Chris’s worn briefs mixed in with some laundry near Andy’s room — maybe he’d changed after a workout or left them there. The thought of his scent on them had haunted you.

“I’ll use the upstairs one,” you called back, voice a little shaky. “Gotta… say hi to Andy’s setup or something.”

Chris just chuckled from the kitchen. “Go ahead, kid.”

You climbed the stairs quietly, blood roaring in your ears. Andy’s door was ajar. You slipped inside and closed it softly behind you. The room was familiar — posters, gaming rig, unmade bed. But your eyes locked on the laundry basket in the corner… and there they were. A pair of Chris’s black boxer briefs, clearly worn, the pouch stretched and slightly stained. You dropped to your knees, hands trembling as you snatched them up.

You pressed the fabric to your face and inhaled deeply.

Fuck.

The scent was overwhelming. Rich, musky, salty sweat from his heavy balls and thick cock. A hint of his cologne, dried piss, and pure raw man. Your cock hardened instantly in your jeans, throbbing painfully. You moaned softly into the briefs, rubbing them against your nose and mouth, then lower, grinding the damp fabric against your bulge.

You were so lost in it — eyes closed, hips rocking, one hand slipping into your waistband to stroke yourself — that you didn’t hear the footsteps until the door opened.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Chris’s voice was low, shocked, edged with something darker.

You froze, Chris’s underwear still pressed to your face, your hand wrapped around your leaking cock. Slowly, you turned.

He filled the doorway, arms crossed over his massive chest, jaw clenched. His blue eyes darkened as they took in the scene: you on your knees in his son’s room, face buried in his dirty briefs, cock out and hard.

“I—I can explain,” you stammered, dropping the underwear like it was on fire. “I was just looking for the bathroom and—I got lost, I—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Chris stepped inside and locked the door with a quiet click that sent a shiver down your spine. He walked closer, towering over you. He bent down, picked up the briefs, and held them up.

“You snuck into my son’s room to sniff my dirty underwear?” His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. “Look at you. Cock leaking all over your hand from my scent. You little perv. How long have you been fantasizing about this?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. Shame burned your face, but your cock betrayed you, twitching visibly. “I’m sorry, Mr. Evans… Please don’t tell Andy. I’ll leave, I swear—”

Chris grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your head up. His grip was strong, fingers digging in. “Don’t lie to me, kid. You’ve been coming over here every weekend. Was it Andy you wanted to see… or were you hoping to get a whiff of his dad’s sweaty balls?”

You whimpered. Chris’s eyes flicked down to your hard cock, then back up. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face.

“Fuck… you’re actually into this.” He straightened up and peeled his t-shirt off in one smooth motion. His torso was insane — broad, hairy pecs, defined abs, that thick trail leading down. He shoved his sweatpants down, kicking them aside.

His cock sprang free. Thick, veiny, at least nine inches, already rock hard and leaking. His heavy balls hung low, the source of that intoxicating scent still clinging to the briefs in his hand.

“On the bed,” he ordered. “Now. On your back, legs spread like the slut you are.”

You scrambled onto Andy’s bed, stripping the rest of your clothes in a frenzy. Chris climbed over you, straddling your chest. His heavy cock rested on your sternum, smearing precum on your skin.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed. Chris leaned down and spat directly into it — a thick, warm glob landing on your tongue.

“Swallow Daddy’s spit.”

You did, moaning. He grinned darkly and shoved two thick fingers into your mouth. “Suck them. Get them nice and wet.”

You sucked greedily, tongue swirling around his fingers, gagging slightly as he pushed deeper. Chris watched with hooded eyes, slowly stroking his massive cock with his free hand.

“That’s it. Good boy. Those fingers are going in your tight little hole next.”

He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting them to your lips. Then he slapped your cheek lightly — not enough to really hurt, but enough to sting and make your cock jump. “Look at you. Sniffing my dirty briefs in my son’s room and now you’re drooling for my cock. Pathetic… and so fucking hot.”

Chris moved down your body, spreading your legs wide. He brought his own used briefs to your face again. “Keep sniffing while I open you up.”

You buried your nose in the fabric as he spat messily onto your hole. The warm saliva dripped down your crack. He rubbed it in with his thumb, then pressed one slick finger inside you.

You moaned loudly into the briefs.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “When’s the last time this virgin hole got fucked, huh?”

“N-never… not like this…” you gasped.

He added a second finger, scissoring you open while you inhaled his scent. Three fingers now, curling relentlessly against your prostate. Pleasure shot through you. He shoved the same fingers from your ass into your mouth again, making you taste yourself mixed with his spit.

“Suck. Clean Daddy’s fingers while I stretch you for my cock.”

You gagged and drooled around them, tears of overwhelming sensation running down your face. Chris slapped your ass hard with his free hand — once, twice, three times — leaving burning handprints on your cheeks.

“Beg for it,” he growled, pulling his fingers free. He stroked his thick cock, spitting on it for extra lube. “Tell me what you want, you little underwear thief.”

“Please, Chris… Daddy… fuck me,” you begged, voice wrecked. “I need your cock. Punish me for sniffing your dirty briefs. Please—”

Chris lined up and pushed in. The fat head breached your hole, stretching you wide. You cried out, clutching the sheets. He didn’t stop, sinking deeper and deeper until his heavy balls pressed against your ass and you felt impossibly full.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he groaned. “Taking Daddy’s cock so well on my son’s bed.”

He started thrusting — slow and deep at first, grinding against your prostate. The bed creaked rhythmically. Then he picked up speed, pounding you harder. Skin slapped against skin. He leaned down and spat into your open mouth again, making you swallow before kissing you roughly, beard scraping your skin.

“Tell me how much you love Daddy’s scent,” he demanded between thrusts.

“I love it — fuck — your sweaty balls, your cock… I’ve been obsessed,” you moaned.

Chris slapped your ass again, harder. “Louder. What are you?”

“Your little perv… your slut… sniffing your underwear like a desperate whore—”

He rewarded you with a brutal thrust that made you see stars. He flipped you onto all fours, pulling your hips up. Doggy style. He slammed back in, one hand fisting your hair, the other reaching around to shove fingers back into your mouth.

“Choke on them while I wreck this hole,” he growled, fucking you senseless. His balls slapped against you with every thrust. He reached under and stroked your leaking cock roughly. “You’re gonna come on Daddy’s cock, then I’m filling you up.”

The combination was too much — his thick cock nailing your prostate, fingers gagging your throat, the sting of slaps on your ass, his filthy words. You came hard, shooting across Andy’s sheets with a muffled scream around his fingers.

Chris followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding your guts with hot, thick cum. Pulse after pulse. He stayed inside you, grinding lazily as he caught his breath.

Finally he pulled out, watching his cum leak from your ruined hole. He scooped some up and fed it to you on his fingers. You sucked obediently.

Chris collapsed beside you, pulling you against his sweaty, hairy chest. “Good boy,” he murmured, kissing your temple almost tenderly. “Clean up before Andy gets home. But next time you come over… I’ll leave more of my dirty briefs out. Or maybe I’ll just bend you over wherever I find you.”

You nodded weakly, body buzzing. Downstairs, you heard the front door open and Andy’s voice calling out.

Chris smirked, slapping your sore ass one last time. “Act normal, kid. Our little secret.”

You cleaned up on shaky legs, the taste of his cum and spit still on your tongue, his load leaking into your underwear.

You’d definitely be back next weekend.

The end.

Don’t forget to reblog for more!!

[love-for-boys]

[boypied]

pairings: stepdad!henry cavill x male reader

request: Henry catches the reader dressing and touching himself, and then later, the reader teases henry. He was wearing his boxers in the kitchen to show off his ass and bulge. Massaging henrys shoulder while he’s at the table on the laptop, breathing close to his neck. Henry moves the chair a bit so the reader can hop on and grind. They end up having sex henry, preferably breeding him. Lots of daddy kink and good boy talk throughout sex.

warnings: SMUT ! , breeding, pet names, hair pulling, rough fucking, swearing (slurs).

part two

MDNI + FDNI !

You hated your mum for marrying such a sex-god. She didn't deserve to have a man like him every night. Your mum's work forced her to leave town for a couple of days, leaving you alone with your Stepdad. Henry went out on his daily morning run, leaving you alone in the house. You watched him jog away from your bedroom window. You pulled out Henry's used underwear, sniffing in his scent while you gently play with yourself, moaning out.

You jerk you cock slowly building up the speed while breathing in his musky cock scent. You hear your door creek open, Henry catches you jerking off to his underwear. You both gasp while Henry stands there shocked while his bulge grows. You blush slightly, trying to cover your body. "I-I I'm so sorry!" Henry shouts out his hands, covering his eyes as he swiftly runs out of the room. Your boner hardens at the thought of him standing in the doorway watching you.

After he caught you, you began to tease him over the days, walking around wearing tight underwear or short shorts. You walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a jockstrap, "Hi Step-daddy" you say while walking past him, making sure he gets a good shot of your ass. He quietly gasps while staring at your bare ass, he tries to ignore to, sitting down to eat. He begins eating as you slowly creep up behind him, and your hands begin massaging his shoulders. "Henry, you have such broad shoulders," you says whispering in his ear.

Henry slowly closes his eyes, trying not to let his cock take over, Henry's bulge begins to make a large imprint in his shorts as the feeling of your hands massage his shoulder. You slowly lean down to whisper in his ear, "You have such a large frame, I'd love to be under you." You blush while nibbling at his ear. Henry gets up to face you, grabbing your neck to pull you into a kiss.

Henry's tongue fights for dominance in your mouth, ultimately winning the battle. You let this beef cake take control, picking you up and pulling your legs around his waist. His hand grips at your exposed ass, rubbing his thumb against your hole and pushing it in. You gasp, "Step-Daddy!" You rest your head in the nook of Henry's neck, whimpering as his thumb wriggles around inside you. "Yeah, say my name," he smirks. "You've been such a tease, and now you're a whimpering mess just from my thumb," Henry says while laughing slightly.

Henry lays you down on the kitchen island, pushing his index finger and thumb inside you bending and curving them. "I bet you love the feeling of your stepdad's fingers inside you, giving you the ultimate pleasure." he says while he rubs your sweet spot. He pulls his fingers out, pulling down his pyjama bottoms to reveal his hairy beast, the thick veiny cock. He jerks it a couple of times before thrusting it fully into you, without warning.

You gasp it slight pain trying to accommodate to his size "AH!" You groan out before Henry shoves his fingers in your mouth "be quiet fag" he groans as he thrusts himself back and forth into you. "Look at your tiny hole stretching for my size" Henry says while fucking your hole. He thrusts back and forth inside of you "You're taking me like such a good boy", hitting your sweet spot multiple times, causing you to shoot your load hands free while you stare at the greek god above you. "STEP-DADDY" you groan out as you shoot your load over your stomach, "Want daddy to fill you up?" Henry says while gripping your hips while thrusting into you.

"Fill me, Stepdaddy!" You groan as he shoots his load inside of you, coating your walls with cum. Henry continues to fuck his cum back and forth inside your hole, squelching sounds come from your hole. Henry leans down to kiss against your body before pulling out of your hole, breathing heavily. He wipes some cum from your hole and feed it to you "Swallow it, like a good boy" Henry says while smirking.

Henry lifts you up off the counter and carries you into your bedroom, laying you down in bed. "You were such a good boy for me." Henry says while laying down next to you, pulling you close to him.

"I love you, Daddy,"

"I love you too, boy."

[sexyinortherner]

[twisted-talez]

Dad was awake and watching ESPN in bed when I entered his room, his muscular arms propped behind his head.

“What’re you doing up so early?” he asked, patting the bed for me to come watch TV with him, his right hand then resting on his furry belly.

“I—uh—I didn’t sleep much last night,” I admitted, taking my place on the bed next to Dad.

“Shit,” Dad cringed. “Did you hear us? I forgot how thin the walls are in this house.”

“Yeah. I sort of heard all of it,” I reported.

“I’m sorry, son,” Dad apologized. “I shouldn’t have had a guy here. I was just super horny and didn’t think it through.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to hide that shit from me,” I assured Dad. “I’m eighteen. I’m not a child anymore. So that guy—is he, like, your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend?” Dad tried to stifle a laugh. “Nah, he was just some twink piece of ass I picked up on Grindr.”

“And is that why—is that why you and Mom got a divorce?” I probed. “Because you wanted to fuck guys?”

“No—not at all,” Dad was quick to answer. “Your mom and I divorced because she’s a stone-cold bitch.”

“So then are you, like, gay now?” I wanted to know.

“I dunno,” Dad sighed. “I don’t believe much in labels. I like fucking guys, but I also still like pussy. You’ll see as you get older, son, that there are many shades of gray when it comes to sex.”

“Dad—uh—there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” I announced sheepishly.

“Go for it,” Dad encouraged, his hand on my shoulder. “You can tell me anything, son.”

“I’m—I’m gay,” I exhaled in a rush of breath. “I’m attracted to guys.” I stopped short of saying that I’m also attracted to my father.

“That’s wonderful, son,” Dad beamed, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m proud of you for sharing that with me.”

Dad kissed the top of my head while continuing to hold me in an embrace. I felt warm and safe in his muscular arms, my head resting against his hairy chest, my hand resting on his furry belly.

As Dad continued to talk, telling me how much he loves and supports me, I started to slowly stroke his belly fur. Automatically, Dad’s cock began to harden inside his briefs, tenting the thin fabric. Sliding my hand under the elastic waistband of his briefs, I gripped Dad’s hard cock.

“Whoa,” Dad stopped me, sitting up and quickly removing my hand from his cock. “We can’t do this. It’s fucked up, son.”

“Please,” I begged. “I’m still a virgin—and I want you to be my first. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” Dad responded. “But the first cock up your ass shouldn’t be attached to your own father.”

“Fine,” I sulked, dejected. “It’s okay if you don’t find me attractive.”

“That’s not it at all,” Dad tried to assure me. “You’re an incredibly handsome young man. Hell, you’re way hotter than that skank twink I fucked last night.”

“You’re just saying that,” I pouted, “because you don’t want to fuck me.”

“Look, son. I do want to fuck you,” Dad admitted. “I want to fuck you so bad, it scares me. But I think now isn’t the time. You need to get a few cocks under your belt before we can even think about that.”

“I’m terrible at meeting guys,” I lamented. “I don’t have your confidence.”

“You don’t need confidence,” Dad laughed reaching for his phone on the bed table. “You just need Grindr.”

“You think there’ll be a guy who’ll want to play with a dad and his son?” I asked as Dad began to scroll through an inventory of available guys on his phone. “It’d be cool to find a guy who will want to play with both of us.”

“Trust me, son,” Dad answered showing me a pic of a hot guy around my age who was reportedly into dads and sons. “There are lots of kinky fuckers out there who are totally into that shit. Let’s get you some dick, boy.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

[jockmales]

[jakespot7]

"All right, but we got to be quick," my older brother said lifting up his shirt as I grabbed his waistband.

I pulled down, revealing his plump cock, ready to be sucked. I loved that he trusted me to do this for him. I asked my friends if they did this with their brothers and I guess not.

"I'm so fucking horny today," Alec said, his dick already hardening quickly as I held it, and fed it to myself. "It's not fair that it takes my brother to keep my dick satisfied. It's stupid she doesn't want it as much as I need."

"Well luckily for you, I like it," I replied, making sure he knows. "And good thing she said you can do things as long as she doesn't hear about it," I reminded him.

"True, but I doubt she'd appreciate it being you who does it," he half laughed. "Fuck, suck that cock..." He moaned as I began servicing him.

I bobbed up and down my brother's shaft, using my hand to stroke the part that I still couldn't fit in my mouth. It was still crazy to me that I knew how he tasted, and knew how he felt in my mouth. It made me so hard doing this for him, and I'm glad he didn't make me pretend like I didn't love it.

At this point I wasn't sure which one of us liked it more. A lot of times he beat me to asking for it. I pulled off his cock and started sucking on one of his nipples, he ran his hands through my hair as I stroked him. My brother was hot and he liked that I was into him and his body, I think it made it hotter for him.

"One day I'm going to let you ride it," he said under his breath.

"You always say that, I don't know if I believe you," I told him looking up at him.

When get got really deep, he'd tell me stuff like that. I think he liked the idea but was too nervous to go all the way.

"Naw, I promise. When we have more time and are in the clear. You want it don't you? You want my fat cock in you?" He asked.

I went back down and sucked on the end of him and nodded yes as I looked up.

"Mmm, that's right, you do," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. "You want my cock so deep in your hole until I cum."

"Yes, please," I said between sucking and licking.

"I bet you're so tight, god, I can't wait to feel," he said as I sucked harder and faster.

The more he talked to me about this kind of stuff the closer he got, I knew because this is normally how his blowjobs went.

"No condoms right?" I asked, I knew the answer.

"Hell, no. Just me and you, bare. My cum deposited deep in you, little man," he told me with that lust in his eye I loved.

"Fuck Alec, I can't wait!" I told my brother before I squeezed his balls and began shoving his cock as far as I could in my mouth over and over.

"That's my good, bro," he said and humped my face. "Time to swallow, okay?"

"Mhm," is all I could respond, my mouth was full of his wet leaking cock.

"Fuck! Here it comes, Jack! Thank god I have you," he moaned and released into my mouth.

The familiar flavor of his cum filled my mouth as I gulped him down. He must have fucked his girlfriend this morning because there was less than I've gotten from him in the past. It didn't matter, I wanted anything he'd give me. I got to go through my day knowing I had his cum in my stomach and his taste on my lips.

I nursed on his cock until it started to soften in my mouth. His hand constantly petting me, the connection never lost.

"You really going to fuck me one day?" I asked letting his spent cock fall from my lips.

"Yeah, i am. Your blowjobs are amazing but I need real sex more than your mouth," he replied.

"Good, I want you to," I told him.

He smiled and ruffled my hair. I put his dick away and sat back on the floor. My dick was still hard in my shorts, I couldn't wait till he finally did it.

[starboye]

starring: vinnie hacker x male reader

request: roommate!vinnie x reader where they are showing off their Halloween costumes and vinnie is being ghostface and reader is a school girl with the skirt and Vinnie can’t help but get hard and reader notices and walks up and starts teasing Vinnie like asking does he like what he see and Vinnie picks him up by his legs and carries him to the room and throws him on the bed and lifts up readers skirt to see his favorite colored thong and vinnie just snaps and dives face first into readers ass and then fucks him in his costume

warnings: smut, cursing, neck biting, mentions of belly bulge, ass smacking, ass eating, femboy reader, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

halloween was one of the best nights of the year, i mean you get to dress like a slut and no one can judge you for it and tonight you decided to go all out, dressed in a slutty school outfit, wearing a skirt, some stalking, and kinda short heels while vinnie wore a ghostface costume.

"you just had to dress all slutty" vinnie laughs as you walk out your room "this is the one night a year i get to dress like a slut, im gonna go all out" you reason doing a little spin "you can dress slutty anytime of the year, preferably in the apartment" vinnie bites his lower lip as he gets a hard on from seeing a bit of your ass in that cute skirt.

you taking notice to this and being the great roommate that you are, you start teasing him "so what do you think about it vin" you ask walking closer to him and turning around to give him a full view of your ass before rubbing it on his bulge which sets him off just enough to grab you.

"i think we're gonna be missing that halloween party tonight" he says taking you to his room and throwing you on his bed, making hasty work of his costume until he was standing naked in front of you with a hard on, walking closer to you ass up face down ready for him "good slut" he smirks getting on his knees and lifting your skirt to see his favorite colored thing under it.

"what do we have here" he chuckles "oh how did that get there" you tease him pushing your ass further back to him "you whore" he says before diving face first into your ass, eating you out so good you're already moaning out, gripping the sheets in your fingers and begging for more.

vinnie was smothering his face in your ass as his tongue plunged in and out of your hole, tasting that deliciousness until it was engraved on his taste buds before pulling back "shit" he huffs catching his breath "fuck me vin" you say breathless "your wish is my command" he says standing up and giving your ass a nice smack.

"you wanna be my naughty school girl" he rubs his hand over your ass, giving it another nice smack "mhm" you whimper "speak up" he gives your ass another hard smack "yes sir i wanna be your naughty school girl "good slut" he says before slipping his cock in and thrusting into you.

his hips were moving on their own, fucking you nice and deep while holding a chunk of the skirt in his hand to continue pulling you back "yeah take that dick bitch" he groans throwing his head back and letting you do some of the work, backing your ass onto him, desperate for his cum to fill your needy pussy.

"mhm just like that" vinnie hums holding your waist to go back to fucking you, his cock was hitting all the right stops of your gummy walls so much that it was impossible not to moan out his name "yeah keep moaning, im so close" he mummers pulling you back to his chest while still slamming your ass.

putting his hand over your stomach to feel himself giving you a slight stomach bulge until he was unloading his cum into your with a load groan, hiding his face in the crook of your neck before coming back up after riding out his high.

"don't tell me that's all you got mr ghostface" you joke running your fingers through his hair "the hell it is, you're gonna hate me by the time im done with you tonight" vinnie bite and nips at your neck "then do it" you rut your ass on his already hardening dick, it's gonna be one long night for you.

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