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The Girl Of My Dreams Is Just Me, But With More Money

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Kurt Kunkle x female OF! reader

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Summary:

Your new OnlyFans is a huge success—the subscribers and money are pouring in. But your boyfriend, Kurt, is feeling down about it. Jealous. In an attempt to cheer him up (and maybe boost his own audience), you invite him to film with you.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), premature ejaculation, sex on camera, submissive kurt, virgin kurt, kurt is whiny and pathetic, soft dom reader, reader calls kurt good boy a lot, heavy praise, talking him through it

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N:

this fic has been sitting in my docs untouched since last year. like, months and months with just the intro written (which i ended up almost completely rewriting anyway 💀). i’m so happy it’s finally finished! dividers by the amazing @pixopix

“You sure you don’t mind?”

You’d asked Kurt this question about a million times, but you wanted to make sure. You respected his feelings. You didn’t want to do anything that would make him uncomfortable.

“Of course not,” Kurt said, brows furrowing, surprised you’d even ask in the first place. A wide, excited grin spread across his lips, his whole face lighting up as he turned in his gaming chair to look at you. “I mean, think about it. You starting OnlyFans will bring so much attention to the channel. Imagine how many new subscribers I’m gonna get!”

It didn’t surprise you that that’s what Kurt cared about, but if there were any hidden feelings, you wanted to know. You brushed your hand through his brown hair, which was getting a little too long and starting to hang into his eyes. He leaned into your touch. “You’re really sure?”

“Yeah,” he said eagerly, visions of skyrocketing views flashing through his mind. You could practically see the wheels turning. “Plus,” he added, “it’s not like you’re gonna be doing anything with other guys.”

“Oh no,” you said, shaking your head. That was never even on the table. “Probably just some sexy pictures. Solo stuff.”

Kurt smirked, his hand lifting to rest on your hip. “Maybe I can help with that part?”

“You wanna be my photographer?” You smiled down at him. You loved the way he looked at you—like he just wanted to be good for you.

“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed. “Just make sure you tag me.”

The OnlyFans launch had been a success. You had a decent enough following on your instagram - much bigger than Kurt’s, though he pretended that didn’t bother him. He always gained at least a few followers when you posted pictures together and tagged him.

You promoted the launch on insta with a sexy lingerie pic teasing more, and within your first day you had plenty of hits.

“Woah!” Kurt exclaimed, grabbing your phone and looking at your page. “This is crazy! You’re gaining so many subscribers.”

Kurt was excited for you, but you could tell he was a little jealous. He had worked so hard on his Kurtsworld96 channel, but he was still stuck at only 1k followers. You had gained that in your first few days on OnlyFans.

Tagging him as your photographer had worked a little, sending a few people his way—mostly driven by the desire to see more of you. His videos that included you in the thumbnail were the biggest on his channel, even if all you were doing was taste testing different brands of Monster with him, or unboxing and reviewing the new camera you’d bought.

A couple weeks into the launch of your OnlyFans, your boyfriend was feeling a little down. You could tell something was up; you knew him better than he knew himself, you sometimes thought. Kurt had begun talking about his channel stats to an obsessive level the way he always did when he was stressed, looking at his channel analytics every twenty minutes. It was driving him crazy.

You came up behind him where he was checking his channel yet again and turned the monitor off, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hey—“ he protested, but quickly relaxed in your arms as you placed kisses over his neck and jaw.

“You’re stressing yourself out too much,” you murmured gently between kisses, your hands rubbing his chest. His eyes were drifting closed as he melted back into your embrace. “I think you need to get your mind off things, baby.”

“Don’t you have your content to film for today?” he mumbled, a half-hearted jab. He was pouting like a child, bummed out and obviously very, very jealous.

You began to tell him no, you could do it later, it wasn’t important—but then an idea popped into your head. A really good idea. “Yeah, I do,” you said, your voice low, sultry. “Would you want to…help me?”

“What, film for you?” he asked, looking up at you.

You hummed. “I was thinking…something else.”

He sat up to look at you better, suddenly way more invested. “What…what do you want me to do?”

“How about,” you paused, hands slowly rubbing over his chest the way he always liked, “…a collab?”

“A—a…collab?” Kurt stuttered, his hazel eyes going wide, roaming up and down your body without shame. His cheeks tinged an adorable pink color, pink lips parted. “Like…you mean…film with you?”

“Yeah,” you said, hand trailing down his chest. You could feel his breathing picking up, his heart pounding. “I think my subscribers would like that.”

An hour later and the bedroom was set up, cameras on your tripods, positioned to capture all angles. This was going to be a whole production, your best video yet—you wanted it to be hot for both the two of you and your viewers.

You and Kurt hadn’t actually had sex yet. The relationship was still fairly new, and every time you tried, you were constantly interrupted. Kurt was 23 but still lived with his mom, and your content creation kept both of you busy. You didn’t think Kurt had actually had sex with anyone yet. He reacted to you like someone who had never been touched at all before.

He laid back on the soft bed, looking up at you, watching your every move. You had stripped down to your lingerie, a sexy matching black lace set that had Kurt beyond hard already. The outline of his cock was clear, perfectly visible through his boxers. There was a small wet spot from where he’d been leaking so much precum just from the sight of you, not a single touch to where he needed it most. He had been waiting so long to see you, to touch you, and now that it was finally happening, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

“I might not—I might not last,” he said sheepishly. He glanced over at the camera. “You can cut stuff out, right?”

“Yeah, baby, I can.” You straddled his lap, hands pushing his shirt up as they trailed up his stomach, the soft hair there. “I just want you to lay back and enjoy it. Do whatever feels natural.”

Kurt nodded shakily, swallowing as he laid back on the extensive assortment of pillows. His cock throbbed against you beneath the dark blue cotton material, so hard he was aching. His hips bucked up softly against you in tiny, needy little thrusts—he wanted you bad.

Kurt lifted up to help you pull his t-shirt off, falling back against the pillows and watching you, waiting to see what you’d do next. His hands came up to rest tentatively on your bare thighs. You could feel the soft tremble in them, nervous but wanting.

You leaned down over his body, placing kisses along his skin, kissing every mole like tracing constellations. He was shaking ever so slightly, his nerves as evident as his desire. When you reached his lips he met yours all on his own, kissing you with an eager, inexperienced passion. It was sloppy, messy, desperate. One of his hands tangled in your hair, and you slowly rolled your hips against the throbbing arousal pressing against you.

Kurt let out a whiny moan as your heat grinded over the tent in his boxers, cock twitching hard from the slightest attention. His hips bucked up against you, his body craving more. This was your first time filming something for OnlyFans with another person, and your first time touching Kurt like this. He was so responsive to everything you did—you knew your subscribers would love this. 

“Feel good, baby?” you asked him, moving down his body. You kissed his soft lips before moving down to his neck, which he tilted his head to give you more access to. You could feel his chest rising and falling beneath your palm, and if you listened close enough, you could hear his breathy moans as you nipped at his neck.

“Uh…uh huh,” he breathed, his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks as his eyes fluttered closed. “Y-yeah. Feels good.”

“Good,” you said. You moved against his cock harder and Kurt whined, his hips bucking up uncontrollably. You didn’t stop, your movements slow and languid, getting him good and worked up for you. You wanted him needy and desperate, but didn’t want to make him cum in his boxers. It didn’t take much to get him there.

“You ready to try something else?” you whispered, lips ghosting over his jawline. He shuddered beneath you, his eyes closing before he forced them open again. He was so far gone already, totally content and willing to let you do whatever you wanted to him.

“Like…like what?” he stuttered, looking up at you with full trust and total adoration. His fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs, his hips canting up just barely, desperate for more of that perfect friction.

“Have you ever had your cock sucked before?” you purred in his ear. Another hard shudder wracked his body, his cheeks turning bright red.

“N-no,” Kurt said. He cleared his throat, swallowing hard. “I…no, no one’s done that before.”

Yeah, he was a complete and utter virgin.

You smiled, and placed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. “I’ve got you,” you said softly. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

Kurt nodded quickly, his hazel eyes wide. “Yeah, I…please. Do that.”

The kisses you placed along his body were hot and reverent, trailing down his neck, over the thick hair on his chest, down his stomach. Kurt watched your every move, his cock throbbing in the confines of his boxers. He let out these little breathy whimpers as you went that started a throbbing between your own legs, panties damp and clinging to your pussy.

Being with a submissive man was never something you’d put much thought into, or thought would be a turn on—but the way Kurt laid there beneath you, needy and pliant and so, so responsive to everything you did…

It was unbearably hot.

You looked up at him as you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pausing there for a second. He looked like he was holding his breath, watching you closely, looking down at you like you were a total revelation. The worshipful shine in his eyes boosted your ego, you had to admit.

Finally, taking pity on him, you pulled the material down his body. His cock sprung free, thick and hard and beading at the tip. He hissed in a sharp breath at the feeling of the cool air against his sensitive skin, a sound that quickly faded into an involuntary moan. God, you still hadn’t even touched him.

With his boxers off and thrown onto the floor, you finally took in the sight of him. Your mouth watered at the sight—you couldn’t wait to get him in your mouth, to feel the weight and heat of him against your tongue.

“You’re so big, Kurtie,” you said, trailing your fingernails teasingly, just barely, over the skin of his balls. It made him cry out, cock jerking hard against his stomach.

“F-fuck—“ he stuttered, his hips bucking upwards. “I—oh my god.”

“You’re so cute,” you praised, and you meant it. You wrapped your hand around the base of him, feeling him throbbing against your palm. You’d have to be careful if you didn’t want him to bust in five seconds. “So responsive for me. You’re always so good.”

Kurt whimpered, and you could see how hard he was fighting to keep his eyes open, to not miss seeing a single second of what you were doing to him. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. “You’re—oh—you’re touching me.”

You laughed softly, slowly stroking his thick shaft. “Yeah, I am.” You leaned in, pressing your lips to his tip in a soft, gentle kiss. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.” His answer was immediate, thighs trembling and hips thrusting up helplessly into your fist. “Yeah, yes. I like it, I-I like it a lot.”

“Good,” you said. You smirked up at him—his eyes hadn’t left you once—and stroked him a little bit faster, squeezing slightly on every upstroke. He whimpered, breathy and ruined. You dropped your eyes from his face to look down at his beautiful, perfect cock, and traced your tongue from his base to tip.

The noise Kurt made was choked and broken, his hips bucking again. He gripped the sheets in tight fists. “Oh—f-that’s—“

You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it before slowly taking more of his cock into your mouth. You set a slow, gentle pace, bobbing your head on his cock while using your tongue against the sensitive underside.

Kurt lost it.

“Oh, s-shit, oh fuck,” he cried out, his eyes finally squeezing shut. His hips jerked up in shallow thrusts into your mouth, unable to help himself, lost to the pleasure of it instantly. He panted, drawing in gasps of air, and babbled mindlessly above you. “Oh fuck, you’re s—you’re sucking me, my c-cock—oh fuck, fuck, f-fuck, don’t stop, I, please d-don’t stop doing—oh y-yeah, yes, that, do that again, p-please, I—b-baby, I—oh fuck, I’m—“

Kurt made a loud, strangled noise, reaching down on desperate instinct to grab your hair in his fist, and came hard in your mouth. It felt endless, you had no idea someone could even cum so much. He was seeing stars, ears ringing, moaning and crying and babbling your name over and over as his hips twitched with the force of his orgasm, his hot cum pulsing against your tongue. You moaned around him, working him through it until he couldn’t take it anymore, shaking and gasping.

You pulled off of him with a wet pop, a trail of spit connecting your lips to his head, a sight that made him let out a shaky groan. “You did so good for me, Kurtie,” you praised, smiling up at him with your lips red and slick. Some of his cum dripped down the side of your mouth, and you swiped it away with your thumb, making a show of licking it off while holding eye contact. His spent, soft cock twitched again.

“I didn’t mean…” he said, chest still heaving with his panting breaths. “I wanted to…wanted you to f-fuck me.” His cheeks went red, blushing hard.

“Aw, baby,” you cooed, moving up his body to kiss him. It was soft and brief, and when you pulled back he leaned up after you, chasing your lips again. “You were such a good boy, though. So hot, watching you fall apart like that for me.” Your breath was warm against his cheek as you nuzzled your nose over his skin, whispering low and quiet and just for him. “You taste so good.”

Kurt let out a quiet whine, shuddering hard beneath you. “Can we do more?” he asked, soft and shy. But then a more familiar grin spread over his lips, sounding like the Kurt you knew when he spoke again. “I wanna make a really good video. If your subscribers like it, they’ll come to my channel!”

You laughed, sitting up on your knees. “I just want you to have a good time, baby. We can do whatever you want. They’re gonna love it.”

Kurt’s eyes trailed over your body with undisguised hunger. His hand came up, hovering for a second before resting on your thigh. “Can I try…” His gaze, which had been locked on your body, lifted to meet your eyes. “Can I taste you?”

Your breath hitched. You hadn’t expected him to say that. You’d been so focused on his pleasure, on putting on a good show and making his first time as mind blowing as possible, but it had never once crossed your mind that he might want to take care of you in return.

“You want that, baby?” you asked, rubbing your hand over his chest. You could feel the hard, rhythmic thumping of his racing heart. “You wanna make me feel good, too?”

Kurt nodded fast. His hands trailed up your body with a little more confidence, feeling every inch of your soft skin, the lace of your lingerie. “You look so hot—so beautiful in this,” he said, “but I really wanna—want to take it off.”

A soft smile spread across your lips, looking down at your boyfriend with such genuine love and affection. Here he was, spread out beneath you while you brought him pleasure like he’d never experienced—and he was thinking about pleasing you.

“Okay,” you said, leaning in to ghost a soft kiss to his jaw. “Go ahead, Kurtie. I’m all yours.”

Kurt’s breath hitched audibly, hesitating for only a second before sitting up. He kissed you abruptly, hungry and a little sloppy. His hands slid up the soft skin of your back until he reached the strap of your bra. He kept kissing you as his fingers nervously fumbled with the clasp, moaning as your tongue swiped against his.

After a solid minute of him fighting with it, his lips eventually stilling against yours as he focused on trying to figure it out, you pulled back with a soft giggle. “Do you want some help?”

“No, I…” he said, the look on his face one of pure concentration. “I can…I got it…”

Finally, the hooks came undone. Kurt grinned, accomplished, but the look on his face transformed into pure awe as the material fell away from your chest. Your tits were now on full display, right in front of his face. Without thinking, he surged forward and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples with a ragged moan, his hand grasping at the other breast greedily.

You moaned, head falling back, his actions a genuine surprise. He sucked on your nipple, moaning around it, rubbing his tongue over the hardened nub.

“Fuck, Kurt,” you breathed, one hand moving to cradle the back of his head, tangled in his brown locks, while the other rested on his shoulder. “That feels so good, baby…”

He moaned again before pulling away and switching, taking your other nipple into his mouth while he grabbed your other breast in his hand, squeezing. His cock gave another twitch, starting to harden again already.

“You—you have the most perfect tits,” Kurt said, breathing heavily as he finally pulled away from your nipple with a wet sound. He couldn’t stop staring at them. “Like, wow. No wonder so many people follow you.”

You laughed, loud and surprised. “Thanks, Kurtie.”

He kissed you again, slower this time but no less hungry. You bit lightly at his bottom lip, making him sigh into the kiss as you laid down against the soft sheets. Kurt’s hands went straight for your panties without breaking the kiss, pulling them down.

“Oh,” he said in an awed whisper, looking at the lace in his hands. His thumb rubbed over the damp fabric that had been pressed against your heat, still smelling like you, a scent he found intoxicating. “They’re…wet.”

Another soft laugh spilled from your lips, Kurt finally looking away from the panties to see your face again. “Yeah. You got me so wet, baby.”

“Y-yeah?” he stuttered, eyes wide. “Just from suck—sucking my cock?”

You nodded against the pillows. “Mmhmm. It was so hot.”

Kurt let out a sigh, looking back down at your panties. He brought them up to his face, breathing them in. “Fuck. Smells so good.”

He tossed the panties to the side of the bed as if suddenly remembering the real thing was waiting for him. He settled between your legs, his cock already fully hard again. He rubbed reverently over the skin of your legs, squeezing the plush of your thighs. He lowered himself to lay on his stomach between your spread thighs, his mouth right at your pussy, but not touching you yet where you needed him most.

As he settled there, positioning himself—he paused. “I just—?” he asked, then furrowed his brows. “I, um. What do I do?” He looked down at your glistening core, hunger written all over his features, but hesitating, uncertain. “They don’t show much of this part in porn.”

His words pulled another soft laugh from you. “Maybe not in the kind you watch.” You carded your fingers through his hair, looking down at him there, between your legs, ready and eager to please. “Just use your tongue. Against my clit, my pussy…like you’re kissing.” You tugged lightly at his hair. “And you’re such a good kisser, Kurtie. Remember how I showed you?”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah, you just…like…” He leaned in, sticking his tongue out and dragging it between your folds, a groan rumbling in his chest as he tasted you. “…like that? Jesus, you taste fu—you taste so good.”

The sensation had been nice, if short lived. “Yeah, baby,” you said in a breathy sigh. “Just keep going like that. Try whatever you want, just—put your mouth on me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Kurt dove in, licking through your slick folds again. He flicked his tongue over your clit, moaning against it, sending vibrations through your body that had your back arching.

“Fuck!” you moaned, tightening a hand in his hair. “Oh god, Kurt, yeah, just like that.”

The praise had him moaning again, his eyes falling closed, soft lashes brushing his cheek as he devoured you. He was clumsy and messy and really just trying whatever came to mind, but it was working. He held onto your thighs, lapping at your pussy eagerly. 

The alternating between delving his tongue into your cunt and massaging it over your clit had a knot tightening in your stomach. Soft, breathy moans spilled from your lips, forgetting all about the cameras, about any semblance of putting on a show. The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure Kurt was giving you with his mouth, practically making out with your pussy, bringing you to your peak fast without any further instruction.

A sharp gasp left your lungs as he slipped a finger inside. He thrusted it in and out of your tight cunt, quickly adding a second. He was inexperienced and unsure, but the desperate rocking of your hips down against his mouth and fingers spurred him on. He moaned, curling his fingers deep inside, sucking on your throbbing clit—

It shattered. A broken cry filled the air, pulling his hair hard and riding out your orgasm on his face. Kurt took it all, moaning against your soaked pussy and rocking his hips into the mattress, cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him. He was worshipful, adoring, like he was finding god himself between your legs.

You had to push him away when it became too much, when the sharp pleasure faded into painful overstimulation. He pulled back to look at you with his pupils blown and soft lips parted, your wetness all over them, even his chin slick with your sweet honey. It was obscene. It was so hot.

“Did I do good?” he asked, nearly ruining you. “Was that good? God, your pussy, it—your pussy is so good, so sweet, and wet and warm, I—“

“You did perfect,” you praised breathlessly, stopping his rambling. He smiled up at you and lifted up, moving over your body. He kissed you, slow and sweet. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

“I’m hard again,” he told you, smiling sheepishly. As if there was any way to miss it, huge and rock hard and demanding your attention. He rolled his hips against you, smearing precum on your thigh. He let out a soft whimper at the friction. “Can I fu—can I fuck you now?”

You carded your fingers through his hair and pulled him down to kiss you again. It was slow, languid, taking your time to feel him, to massage your tongue against his. It wasn’t the most exciting for the video, but you could cut this out if you needed to. You cared more about Kurt than the content. He didn’t seem to mind, letting you take your time, simply happy and grateful for whatever you gave him. And he always loved kissing you. You’d spent many nights together, lazily making out, Kurt trying to hide the raging hard-on in his jeans.

You grabbed onto Kurt’s shoulders, flipping him. His back hit the mattress, forcing a soft huff of air from his lungs as he smiled up at you. His hands gripped your hips instinctively as you settled on his lap, drawing in a sharp hiss as his cock made contact with your wet heat.

“Fuck—“ he cursed, squeezing your hips a little tighter. He swallowed hard. “Uh, should we…get a condom?”

You rubbed your hands over the hair on his chest. He let out a deep groan, the rumble of it vibrating against your palms. “Do you want to use a condom?”

His eyes flew open wide, darting up from your tits to your face, like that was something he didn’t even realize was negotiable. “I—we don’t have to?”

You rolled your hips over him, drawing out another strangled moan. His reactions never got old. “We don’t have to,” you said. You stilled, seeing on his face that there was no way he could form a coherent thought if you kept moving against him like that. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean, you’re clean. It’s up to you, baby.”

Kurt drew in a deep breath. His eyes moved from your face, to your tits, to your pussy, his cock nestled so close to what he’d been dreaming of for months. He met your eyes again—sure. Resolute. “No condom. I don’t…don’t want to use a condom. I want to f—feel all of you. On my cock.”

You smirked down at him, rubbing over his chest soothingly one more time. “Okay, baby.”

Kurt watched intently as you lifted up over him. You wrapped your hand around his thick cock, tracing his head through your folds, coating him in your wetness. His breath stuttered, body shivering beneath you in anticipation and need.

“Ready, Kurtie?” you asked, watching his face for every slight reaction he gave you.

All he could do was nod wordlessly against the pillows, never pulling his eyes away from where you were about to be connected. That final bridge—that most intimate connection with you he’d been craving, dreaming about with his cock in his fist after you’d gone home for the night.

Slowly, you began to sink down on him. The thick, blunt head of his cock pierced you with a dull sting, fading into an overwhelming fullness as you took more and more of him. Carefully, inch by inch until you were fully seated on his lap, stuffed full of him.

Kurt was gasping and moaning, just from that first initial feel of you. Your cunt was perfect, gripping tight around him, wet and velvety soft and so, so warm, the best thing he’d ever felt in his life, even better than your mouth was—and that had been earth shattering.

His fingers flexed on your hips, his gaze not moving for a second. The sight of himself buried in you, cunt stretched around his girth, taking him all, was intoxicating. You could feel him throbbing hard inside of you, cock twitching against the tight confines of your walls. His hips jerked up sharply, his body chasing more of that pleasure, a choked sound coming straight from his chest.

“Sorry!” he apologized in a panic, even as his hips bucked helplessly up into you again. “Shit—sorry—“

Hands planted on his chest, you lifted yourself up until only his tip remained, then dropped back down onto his lap. You tossed your head back, moaning at the perfect fullness, at the same time Kurt let out a strangled cry, his back arching against the mattress. You set a steady pace, watching him, every reaction on his face all-consuming.

A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, a flush blooming on his chest and neck. You’d never seen Kurt look like this, so utterly wrecked and lost to pleasure. His brow was furrowed, pretty lips parted to let out those soft moans and whimpers that only fueled your own desire, bouncing on his cock faster.

“Such a good boy for me, Kurtie,” you breathed, alternating hard, grinding rolls of your hips with the quick bounces, taking his cock so deep with every drop down onto him, you could feel him in your stomach. Kurt’s eyes nearly rolled back at the praise combined with the pleasure of your body. “So good—god, baby, you might make me cum again with that perfect cock of yours.”

The sound Kurt made in response was utterly broken, a moan so ragged and primal and consumed by the sensation of you, it made your cunt instinctively clench around him. He began bucking his hips up into you with a frantic desperation, unable to hold back anymore and not really wanting to.

“So—good, oh god so good, your cu—your pussy, it’s—oh j-jesus,” he babbled mindlessly, eyes squeezed shut, panting and moaning and whimpering beneath you. He was dizzy with pleasure, absolutely out of his mind with it. “Tight, i-it’s so tight, so wet, feels good on my—my cock, oh fuck, please don’t stop, keep—keep fu-fucking me, shit—“

You rode him faster, your own head tilted back now, eyes closed, the pleasure coursing through your veins as you fucked yourself on his perfect cock. You could feel the coil tightening again, building quickly deep inside, pussy fluttering around his girth. “Kurt—oh fuck, baby, making me feel so good, so good for me, my good boy, so perfect…”

He choked, digging bruises into your hips and fucking up into you frantically, chasing his second release. Somehow, by complete, beautiful accident, he found that bundle of nerves deep inside you and was hitting that spot every time. Your vision began to go white, nails dragging down his chest as you rode him, taking everything you wanted and needed from him, the orgasm building within you nothing like you’d ever felt before.

It crashed over you in a wave of pleasure that almost made you black out, crying out desperately and moving your hips faster. “Kurt! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Kurt’s eyes opened wide, his pupils nearly eclipsing the hazel around them. He pulled you back down onto his cock with every brutal thrust up into you, making sure you didn’t slow down for a second. You didn’t even think he was aware he was doing it, his need for the pleasure your body was giving him overriding any rational thought, purely primal and desperate.

“You’re so—you’re perfect, your pussy is s-so perfect, taking me deep, so fu-fucking deep, letting me fuck—fuck you, taking my cock—“ He cut himself off with a loud, shaky moan, eyes squeezing shut and back bowing off the bed. “It fe—els so good, feels so good, it’s so—oh fuck oh fuck holy shit holy fuck please baby don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop you’re gonna make me cum—“

The yell that ripped from his throat was like nothing you’d ever heard from a man in bed before, so overwhelmingly hot it had your cunt clenching around him, milking his cock as he pumped up into you in desperate thrusts. You felt the warmth of his cum flooding you, still so fucking much, even after the way he’d spilled into your mouth earlier. He chanted your name like a prayer with every pulse of his release.

You rode him through it, every last shuddering thrust of his powerful orgasm. It took a few minutes before he could even open his eyes to look at you again, his whole body still shaking with the force of it.

When he finally did open them, looking up at you, his eyes a little wet—a wide, amazed grin spread across his lips. “Holy shit.”

You laughed, leaning down to capture his lips in a soft kiss, his softening cock still buried inside you. “Good?”

“Good? I—“ He laughed, breathless and euphoric, skin still flushed and warm. “I’ve never cum like that before, never—I mean, I always cum a lot, when I’m alone, but I never—“ He looked down, eyes widening in wonder at the sight of the cum that dripped down around his shaft from inside of you. “—holy fuck.”

After you’d recovered enough to move, which took a while, you cleaned up and turned the cameras off. You’d never been more excited to rewatch footage. It felt like you’d forgotten all about the cameras in the heat of the moment, but you had a feeling you’d just made the best one yet.

The video was edited and posted a couple of days later. You were right—it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Everything about it was perfect. Kurt’s reactions were intense but authentic, and you knew the more submissive men who subscribed to you were going to love this.

You knew it would be successful, but you weren’t prepared for just how much people would love it.

Your paid subscriber count jumped by the thousands. Every day you’d check your account, nearly choking as you saw the view count, the amount of people paying for the video, for more of your content. The video was a total hit.

When Kurt came running to you, nearly jumping up and down as he told you how many subscribers his channel was gaining, you really knew you’d made the right choice.

“Look!” he’d practically yelled, shoving his phone in your face. The familiar Kurtsworld96 channel analytics screen was there, the follower count now over ten thousand. A lot of the comments on his videos were asking for more of you, more of what you’d done together, but Kurt didn’t mind that. He was thrilled. “They’re following me! They’re watching!”

Kurt begged you to film with him again, promising to be good for you, begging for the chance to be your good boy again. With your boyfriend happier than you’d ever seen him and people offering you money left and right for more content…

How could you say no?

thank you for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are so appreciated!

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[simpformrsuh]

I loved reading this so much!😭 As a fellow sex worker I always appreciate some of/cam girl mentions. It makes me feel less “whorish” about my past. Thank you and love you!

[simpformrsuh]

So my requests were closed all this time? Or no one really wanted to ask me anything? I'm confused now, to be honest. Should I repost my last post if they were really closed?

[simpformrsuh]

Guys! I'm quitting my job in a couple of days, so I'll have a little more free time! And I want your requests!!! So far I'm only writing about Bob Reynolds and Bob Floyd:)

Here are some of my works about them.

Bob Floyd request: him being flustered around reader after having a wet dream about them.

Part two:)

First kiss with Bob Reynolds.

First time with Bob Reynolds.

English is not my first language, so it may take a little longer to write than you are used to from other authors. And most likely there is a time difference between you and me.

I’m up to some angst, fluff and smut. If you mix it even better!!! Love some angst with smut at the end😋 Headcanons, imagines or just my thoughts! Luv yaaall, don’t be shy!

[lemoniceteee]

Im so glad we all collectively agree that Bob Floyd’s dick is huge

[simpformrsuh]

this is a generally accepted fact

[simpformrsuh]

First kiss with Bob Reynolds imagine.

WARNINGS: Fluffy Fluff aaand some sloppy kissing.

From the moment he met you, you were something unattainable. Like a star in the sky that he could only look at. Admire. You were kind, sensitive, smart.

Your knowledge and interests drove him crazy. Sometimes, when you told him about something, he would remain silent for about a minute to think over his answer. He wanted to impress you, to seem like an equal conversationalist.

But you were also incredibly beautiful. Your face, your body, your style. Everything about you seemed beautiful to him.

You were beautiful when you asked him to go with you to a cafe on the next street. That day, you were wearing regular jeans and a simple blouse. Your hair was decorated with a hair clip that made your face look cute. You spent the whole day together, he tried the cake you recommended him, and you ordered his favorite coffee.

You were naturally beautiful every morning. Your hair pulled back into a messy bun. An oversized t-shirt that reached almost to your knees. And shorts that were only visible when you bent over or stood on your tiptoes. He liked to get up early and keep you company while you made breakfast. Sometimes he helped. Whisked eggs for an omelet. Cut fruit while you made pancakes. Or washed the dishes after.

Also, you were very beautiful when there was a small party in the tower about the successful mission. The short skirt emphasized the length of your legs. The simple top hugged your waist and chest. High boots made you even more graceful. Bob couldn't take his eyes off you all evening. But he didn't dare to approach you.

You were distracted by a conversation with Bucky and some man. One of Valentina's soldiers. You listened with interest to the stories from the older men and sometimes asked questions.

Then Ava offered you to play something. You giggled and agreed. A couple of minutes later you were smiling and indignant that the woman had deceived you. You gave your attention to everyone who wanted it, not noticing Bob at all.

But Lena noticed his unusually quiet behavior. And she knew the reason perfectly well.

She sat down on the edge of the sofa where Bob was sitting and smiled slightly. He looked at her and smiled back. He was holding a glass of soda in his hands and an almost full bag of chips lay next to him.

"Why are you so quiet today?" Lena quickly threw a couple of chips into her mouth. "You're always quiet, but today..." she shook her head, looking in your direction. "You're even more quiet than usual."

He smiled awkwardly, looking down. As if the answer to her question could be found in the glass of cola. "I'm fine, just tired." He shrugged, but his gaze sadly ran over you.

"Why don't you go up to her?" Lena continued eating chips, sprawled on the couch and pushing him slightly with her knee. "Don't think that we're all stupid or blind here."

He smiled and shook his head. "I don't think so, really." He was looking at you openly now. You were leaning against the bar, talking quietly to Mel. Sometimes you swayed to the song playing softly in the background. Other times you awkwardly twirled the end of your hair around your finger, listening intently to other girl.

"Do you even see her?" He asked Lena without taking his eyes off you. "Do you see...what she is like?" He shook his head and looked into his drink again. "My feelings are not important. I want to be near her, even if it's not mutual. And if she realizes..." He sighed heavily. "It will ruin everything. We won't even be friends."

"Now try to think and open your eyes, Bob." Lena said with a serious tone. "I've seen you two hovering around each other for months now. It's going to hurt to watch soon, seriously." She chuckled and his gaze went back to you. "I'll tell you a secret. She came into my room one night and asked me what was going on with you and me." As the blonde was telling this emotionally, you looked up from your conversation with Mel and met his gaze. You smiled softly and waved your hand slightly, quickly looking down. "She said she didn't want to get involved in someone else's relationship if that's the case. But I calmed her down." Bob turned to Lena with shock on his face. "She wants you, Bob."

A couple of weeks had passed since that conversation between them. And you were getting closer and closer.

You gave him a great way to calm down. Meditation. It helped him get his thoughts together. It helped him with his anxiety. It also helped him with his Sentry abilities.

Every evening at seven o'clock you met in the training room. You sat on soft mats opposite each other. Both in comfortable clothes.

The routine was the same every day. Half an hour of stretching. You insisted on it. And immediately after, an hour of meditation.

At first, Bob had a hard time. He didn't have the patience to sit still for an hour. But you told him that it would help him develop perseverance and control over his emotions. And since you said so, he believes you.

Each time it became easier. And this time the hour passed so quickly that you did not want to leave each other's company.

"I had a teddy bear, his name was Tom. And I had a stuffed rabbit that my uncle gave me. The rabbit's name was Jerry." He chuckled, sitting in the lotus position across from you. You smiled softly. Your head was resting on your knee while your other leg was underneath you. You were sitting almost flush against Bob.

"Wait, that's..." You giggled at his words. "Yeah, yeah." He leaned back on his hands and laughed. "Tom and Jerry."

"Well, I had a doll. I named her after my mom." You shrugged and smiled, giving in to the memories. "She was about my size at that moment. And when I grew up, everyone said it was a funny sight." As you told the story, you looked down and fingered the edge of the mat. When you looked up, your eyes met Bob's. He was looking at you with incredible tenderness and interest. A strand of his hair was slightly covering his eyes, and you carefully tucked it behind his ear. He closed his eyes at your touch.

"I want to ask you something, but I'm afraid it will upset you." You said it so quietly that if he had been sitting a little further away, he wouldn't have understood you at all.

His eyes met yours again and you both smiled automatically. "You intrigue me." He said with a slightly sarcastic tone. "Ask away."

You cleared your throat and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I noticed that you don't like being called Bobby." His smile slowly turned into a sad smirk. But you continued. "I wouldn't get into that. But I would really like to call you that because I think it sounds really...affectionate." You quickly added. "And loving".

The silence lasted only fifteen seconds. He looked at the floor and you at him. "Yeah, I don't like it." He nodded slightly, biting his lips nervously. "My father called me that and it never sounded...loving." He sighed slightly with a painful smile.

"Sorry for asking that." You whispered, feeling your cheeks burn. From shame or his closeness, it didn't matter. "No, don't apologize. I wanted to tell you anyway." His eyes traveled over your face tenderly and you smiled sheepishly. "That's the only association I have with that version of my name." He shrugged.

"We could, you know..." You said quietly, looking away. "Change that."

He smiled softly and looked deeply into your eyes. But then he laughed quietly. "Walker tried to call me that, but..." His hand gripped the edge of the mat, his knuckles white. "You can try, but I'm not sure how I'll react."

You simply nodded and there was silence. His face was inches away from yours. You could feel his breath and hear his heartbeat. Your tongue slowly ran over your lips, wetting them slightly. His gaze dropped completely to your mouth.

You moved forward first. He did the same very, very slowly. Your noses touched and your palm gently stroked his cheek.

"Can I..." You turned your head slightly and brushed your lips along his cheek, almost to his lips. Your nose brushed against his again, sensually. "Kiss you, Bobby?" You whispered against his lips.

"God, yes." He groaned and immediately his mouth covered yours. One hand gently pressed you to him by the back of your head.

The kiss was both hungry and careful. Just lips. And saliva. His lips would grab yours, caressing them gently. Then he would let go with a wet smack. Muffled moans could also be heard.

He captured your lips with his own and opened his mouth to caress them with his tongue. When you opened your mouth to do the same, he moaned deeply into your mouth.

After a couple of minutes of wet kisses, you pulled away from him. You gave him two pecks on the lips. And you began to soothingly kiss his cheeks and stroke his jaw.

One of his hands lightly squeezed your ankle. The other gently brushed the hair away from your face.

"Wow." He exhaled and laughed a little. You laughed along with him and nodded. "You're a great kisser, Bobby." He leaned back and lay on his back, covering his eyes with his hands.

He sighed and removed his hands, smiling at you. "It sounds so much better coming from you."

English is not my first language. Please don't be rude. I don't mind if you correct me!

[simpformrsuh]

Why did you post in the nct smut tag if people can’t request anything but the Bob guy?

Because now I can only write about him. Unfortunately, my hyperfixation and inspiration work together. I wrote for nct before, and most likely will later, just not now. Most of my subscribers have stayed with me since then, and if you go to my masterlist you will see that most of the works are nct. These works are already very old, and I don’t really like most of them but I decided not to delete them, maybe someone still read it:) So basically the answer to your question is that my masterlist has a lot of nct and I just renewed it. Peace and love🥰

[simpformrsuh]

MASTERLIST

Actors:

Lewis Pullman:

Bob Floyd:

Bob having a wet dream about reader.

Basically a part two.

Bob Reynolds:

Random thotty thoughts.

First time with Bob.

First kiss with Bob.

K-POP:

NCT:

NCT cute or sexy partner.

NCT 127:

Taking it from the back.

Safe word.

You’re dominating.

Fem!Bimbo reader reaction.

Johnny Suh:

Borderline.

Naked.

BIG BOI.

Wifey.

Love me more.

SOFTCORE.

Night rather than day.

Jeong Jaehyun:

All the time.

Naughty girl.

Yuta:

Wet.

Shotaro:

Scary love.

[comically-callous]

Thinking about having sex with Bob for the first time.

You’ve been together for a while, plenty of makeout sessions and light over the belt touching. But, you hadn’t actually gone there quite yet.

One night Bob comes to your apartment to watch a movie and about twenty minutes in you’re already halfway seated into his lap, playing with his hair while he traces patterns into your hip. It only takes a couple more minutes for him to have his head tilted back with his eyes fluttering shut as you kiss his neck. You smile against his throat every time he whimpers and the way your nails scrape over his scalp as your fingers run through his hair is enough to get him hard.

You feel it almost immediately since you’re in his lap, a slight tent beginning to form in his pants, pushing against your thigh. It wasn’t the first time you’d gotten him riled up. All the previous times he’d mumble an embarrassed apology before moving away to put space between the two of you. And it looked like this time wasn’t going to be any different.

“Sorry.” He said with a shaky sigh. He began to shift away when you cupped his cheeks in your hands. You turned his face to look at you and spoke softly.

“We don’t have to stop if you don’t want to.” His eyes widened and you felt him tense under you. You would’ve been worried that you’d taken things a step too far if you didn’t also feel his cock twitch in his pants. “Do you wanna keep going, Bob?” You asked, feeling a bit more bold. He didn’t trust himself to answer without sounding absolutely pathetic, so he just nodded.

Now you’re in bed with Bob above you, thrusting in and out of you like he’ll die if he stops.

You honestly hadn’t expected for him to be so desperate. Things had started how you’d expected, slow and a bit nervous. He’d kissed you with his hands in his lap and you literally had to give him permission to touch you. But, once he was inside of you it was like a switch flipped. Now he was whimpering and moaning into your ear, his face buried into the crook of your neck while his arms were wrapped around your body, holding you as close as possible.

He mumbled a “Feels so good….” Into your neck for what had to be the twentieth time, arms tightening around you like he was trying to bring you impossibly closer to him.

Meanwhile, you’re laying beneath him, one hand tangled into his hair while the other is laid on his bare back. You hadn’t expected Bob to be so ripped, but apparently he was full of surprises.

Bob eventually lifted his face from your neck enough to press his mouth to yours in a messy, desperate kiss. He was moaning into your mouth while you were struggling to keep your jaw from going slack. He was the one to break the kiss, pulling away as an almost guttural moan fell from his lips. His eyes fell shut and his mouth fell open in a sort of “O” shape and you swore he was the prettiest man you’d ever seen. He went to bury his face into your neck again, but you managed to stop him with a gentle tug on his hair (which elicited a shaky whimper).

“Wanna see you—“ You manage to say through your own sounds of pleasure.

And he obliged, trying his best to maintain eye contact with you (although, he couldn’t help it when his eyes would occasionally flutter shut). The eye contact seemingly does something for him because he begins to rock into you faster, holding you tighter, moaning louder. Through the midst of his pleasure he manages to speak.

“T-tell me you love me.” He begs. “Please, please, please, say I’m doing good, need it, oh god-“

And who are you to deny him when he’s asking so nicely? When you do say all the things he’s asked you to, he’s almost immediately done for. His eyes screw shut, head tilting back as a series of moans fall freely from his open mouth. He just barely manages to pull out before he’s cumming onto your stomach and chest.

The both of you pant, trying to catch your breaths and eventually his head falls to your chest.

“…. M’sorry.” He mumbles against your skin.

“For what?” You ask.

“Didn’t make you finish.” He lifts his head enough to look up at you with a pout.

You manage to smile down at him. “It’s alright.” You say. “You don’t have t-“

“I want to.” He interrupts, shifting so that his face is just a bit closer to yours. “Let me. Please, let me.” He begins to kiss your neck and you shiver. “Please,” He repeats. “I wanna taste you.”

A/n: I had to stop myself from making this way longer. Honestly, I planned for it to be shorter, but then the freak took control of me. Anyways, I love Bob. Send in requests for him if you’d like ❤️❤️

[simpformrsuh]

loved it🥹

[realeyesblur]

bob floyd having a huge dick and thinking it’s no big deal.

now this is a guy who wore a t-shirt at the beach, he doesn’t need to flaunt his strength or even his looks. he wears the same style of glasses he has for years, only now are they in the ‘slutty fashion’ category.

Bob liked to be tidy, he always wore slacks and a crisp button up to any outing requiring nice wear. he was a respectful guy though so when Hangman requested everybody come to his apartment in pajamas to celebrate his birthday, Bob had relented.

he usually slept in loose jersey shorts and nothing else, too hot for a t-shirt most times of the year. especially that horrible summer when he’d had to buy three fans because his ac broke.

he rocked up in these grey sweatpants that seemed to hang off him enough to fly under the radar for a good few hours. but then they’d all lay down to watch a movie and he’d turned onto his side, forgetting that his bottoms were less supportive of his member in his also fairly loose boxers.

it had been Fanboy who noticed first, he’d then smacked Payback who’d laughed a little too hard and Hangman was clapping his hands after a moment, “Dang, Bobby, you really do have a Baby On Board with that kind of weapon.” his snickering jab led to the rest of the room noticing.

a bulge was hanging over the very top of Bob’s boxers and he was a shower not a grower so he was quite easily showing all eight-point-something inches of him.

Bob had wanted to die. especially when Phoenix smirked. Natasha just fucking smirked, like she knew and she was impressed.

he’d rushed off to the bathroom so he could use his hand to politely reposition himself and maybe rescue his reputation but the damage had been done. everyone knew he had a massive dick now.

every time after that they visited the bar as a group, Bob would smile at a girl and somebody, anybody, would bring up that she could have the ride of her life if she wanted. everybody always scampered away until you. not you. you’d immediately glanced down to Bob’s crotch with zero shame and just shrugged, “I like a challenge.”

he’d never been happier to have such a big dick than when you struggled to ride him that night.

[romantacysblog]

He's so pathetic it hurts

[simpformrsuh]

MOREE BOB FLOYD SMUT PLEASEEE 🙏🙏 neeed him hes so cute and hot at the same timeee alsooo i looved ur last bob imagine wish it was longer! 💘💘

I'm very glad that someone liked what I wrote!

Let's continue where we left off!

WARNINGS: P in V, unprotected sex, filth and massive Bobby cock😋

“Bob?”. You looked at him with an incomprehensible expression on your face. Wide open eyes and a small smile. “So?”.

He cleared his throat again and tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table. "Yeah, I'll…try the hot dog." He smiled awkwardly and nodded at you.

"With sauce?" you smiled, hope in your eyes. He nodded silently. "And a Coke with ice, am I remembering correctly?" He nodded again. "Great." You waited for the others to order and ran to the kitchen to help the chef with the cooking.

"Oh man, are you okay?" Bob looked at Jake with confusion. "A hot chick is flirting with you and you're sitting there like a fucking stump."

"She's not flirting." Bob shook his head and turned to the window with a sad smile. "She's just kind."

Nat rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "If she was just kind, Bagman would be the first to take advantage of it!"

"Hey! Don’t say it like that!” he looked at the girl in protest. "I don't use girls, we just have a good time!" he shrugged. "If Bob doesn't want this beauty, then I'll be happy to provide her with male attention for tonight."

Bob shrugged silently, still looking out the window and trying to focus on anything but you. You were fluttering behind the bar, making a cocktail for a cute couple at the counter. Your hair fell in soft waves over your shoulders. Your hands skillfully mixed different liquids. And at the same time, you managed to chat with another girl wiping down a table.

"...Santa Claus for girls and their...beautiful body parts!" Bob heard only part of the conversation when he heard the soft sound of your shoes.

"Drinks are ready." You smiled softly as you handed everyone their drinks. Handing Bob his drink you leaned in a little more as he was sitting by the window. His gaze instantly fell to the valley between your breasts but he quickly looked away. Although you lingered a few seconds longer than you should have.

“Sweetheart”. Jake pointed casually at Bob's drink. "What do you put in that Coke, honestly? Bob's been pestering us to come here for days, saying the Coke here is just magical." He smirked slightly, clapping Bob on the shoulder.

You giggled softly and shrugged. "Nothing special." He watched calmly as you left again.

"What are you doing? Why did you tell her that?" Bob shook his head in disappointment. "I..." He exhaled heavily and lowered his head.

Phoenix smiled encouragingly and reached out to tap Bob on the shoulder. "Really, man. No need to make things worse. You know what I mean."

"You're sitting there looking so noble." He pointed his finger at his friends with a smirk. "What if I like the hottie too? Hmm? Bobby Boy isn't the only one who wants to try her exclusive pie." He winked at Bradley, making an even more sly expression.

“Oh my God…” Phoenix exhaled heavily. And Bob nodded slowly to her with a sad look.

His gaze quickly flickered to you. You walked carefully but gracefully, two trays in your neat little hands. "Hangman," you placed his dish in front of the man. "Rooster," you smiled softly at him. "My beloved Phoenix," you placed a plate in front of her. "And Bobby," you carefully placed his order in front of him, lingering a little longer again. "Let me..." you stirred the sauce into the cup. "How do you want it? Inside or...?"

Bob opened his mouth in surprise and inhaled slowly. "Inside. That would be nice. Thanks."

You smiled kindly and nodded. "Oh yeah. I like it inside better too. Juicier and..." You leaned a little closer to him. "It's much tastier." You slowly licked the spoon you had just used to put the sauce on, looking into his eyes. "Enjoy your meal, Bobby." You smiled slightly and, taking the trays, ran into the kitchen.

"It was like I was in a live-action adaptation of porn." Rooster shook his head with a grin.

"Bobby boy. B.O.B." Hangman patted Bob on the shoulder looking at where you ran off to. "If you don't take all...this!" he pointed to the kitchen. "I'm taking her with me today."

Bob seemed to have stopped breathing altogether.

Did you know? How could you know? It can't be true.

Your luscious lips around the spoon looked as similar as possible to what he saw in his dream. Only your soft lips were wrapped around his cock and not the spoon. He wanted to see it again, but at the same time he was afraid to misunderstand you.

What if...? No, that’s bullshit. You’re a grown woman. You cannot be this…naive.

His friends watched his inner conflict in silence. He didn't touch his food, only sighed and adjusted his glasses endlessly.

He jumped up abruptly and waited for Hangman to let him out. Then he quickly walked over to the bar where you were carefully polishing glasses.

"Everything okay, Bobby?" you smiled softly and put the glass back. "Have you tried-?" you didn't finish your question when he cut you off.

"Your special sauce? No." He shook his head, looking at you seriously. "I can't... I can't start eating, you know?" He gripped the edge of the bar tightly and you slowly ran your eyes over his strong forearms and bulging veins. "I can't start eating when my dick is as hard as it's ever been." He continued to look into your eyes, trying to detect discomfort or fear. But there was only surprise and...desire.

"Oh..." you sighed in surprise and looked around. You noticed your colleague and pointed to your watch, indicating that you were leaving for a break. "You..." you pointed to the door by the toilet with your eyes and he nodded silently and walked up to it. After waiting for you, he opened the door, letting you in first and slightly hanging over you.

He closed the door and you turned on the dim light, pressing your back against the closet.

"So what was all that about?" he slowly walked up to you looking down at you and resting his two hands next to your head.

"I like you, Bobby," you said softly, feeling your cheeks blush. He chuckled.

"Is that how you showed me you like me?" he kept his eyes on yours. He smiled. "Just say the word and I'll go." he nodded. "But I really like you too. Not like the cute waitress from the cool cafe. But like a girl with cool interests, a kind soul, great cooking skills and...damn." he grinned, looking down. "That body."

"Do you like my body?" you smiled shyly and bit your lip. "I like yours too."

"You can't imagine, beautiful." He leaned towards your ear, barely touching it with his lips. "I'll tell you a secret." He whispered and you felt a shiver run through your entire body. "I had a dream today. You were the main character."

"Yeah?” you asked quietly. And he nodded. "Yeah.”

"I don't remember most of the story but your sweet lips felt so real. And then I come to the cafe and you offer me your juicy sauce, a hot dog, put a drink in front of me showing your beautiful tits." He nodded at the neckline of your shirt. "I don't want a hot dog actually. I want your lips on my cock, will you do me this favor, pretty?"

"I..." you took a deep breath, feeling your panties getting wet. "Bobby, I..."

"No means no, beautiful," he looked deeply into your eyes.

"I'm wet, Bobby," you breathed out and reached up to kiss his neck. "Can't suck your cock, baby. Not today." You almost whined into his neck. "Just fuck me right here and right now.”

"You don't have to ask me twice." He lifted you up easily, spreading your legs and sitting you right on his thighs, pressing you against the cabinet. "There is no protection, but we are checked almost every month." He kissed you roughly, capturing your lips with his.

"I haven't been fucked in two years since my last relationship..." you said between kisses and he pulled your shirt down exposing your breasts. "I got tested twice."

"Two years..." he whispered and wrapped his lips around your nipple while his hand caressed the other. "Fucking shame you didn't come to me sooner." He moved his hips and you felt his cock through his uniform.

"I agree..." you threw your head back and moaned. His free hand moved your panties to the side and he began to stimulate your clit with two fingers. "You're so strong." You whined at his movements.

He let go of your breast and his lips moved to your neck. He nibbled and sucked your skin. You knew it would leave marks and there would be a lot of questions about it later, but you didn't care.

His hand stopped playing with you and you heard the rustle of his suit zipper. The sound itself made you bite your lip to keep from moaning. Then you felt his hand move and he groaned deeply.

"Bobby come on." You moved your hips towards him. And felt it. The wet head of his cock was against your inner thigh. To say he was big was an understatement. You whimpered softly and looked down. "Oh Bobby." You threw your head back and bit your lip in anticipation.

"I know, baby. You'll have to endure it for a while." You nodded and he pressed his forehead to yours. "I'd love to stretch you out for my cock like a true gentleman. But I'm gonna fucking burst." You giggled quietly at his words and he smiled softly and began to enter you.

Your pussy was throbbing but you were trying to relax so you could feel better. His head went in almost without a problem and you both exhaled. Then he went in a little more and you winced. "Sorry, sorry baby, I know." He whispered against your lips kissing you comfortingly. And he moved deeper. He almost growled against your lips and you moaned grabbing his shoulders.

"Get used to me." He whispered and started to softly kiss your cheeks and caress your breasts. "It will be better now, I promise." His hand moved to your pussy and his fingers started to play with your clit. You arched and moaned into his mouth, he just nodded supporting you. "Yeah, like that."

Then you felt one gentle movement back. He pulled out a little and then pushed back in. There was a wet sound and he threw his head back trying not to moan. He moved again pulling out of you a little more now. And now you moaned.

Then there was a series of short gentle thrusts and he kissed you deeply, as you could no longer hold back your moans and cries. He moved slowly, not pulling out of you much. The room became unbearably hot, sweat was running down his face and you gently wiped it away with your fingers.

"Oh my god..." you whispered and closed your eyes as his fingers started playing with your pussy again. The casual movements of his hand and his cock deep inside you created a whirlwind of pleasure together and you tried your best not to scream.

The movements of his hips became a little rougher and faster and you squeezed the hair on the back of his head and he groaned deeply from this. His lips were on yours again, biting lightly. And then you felt it.

A tight knot in the bottom of your stomach and a tickling feeling that meant literally the edge. You grabbed his shirt and your hips automatically squeezed him. A few rough thrusts of his hips into yours and you took a deep breath, rolling your eyes, and let out a deep moan, arching your back.

"You...you..." he shook his head quickly pulling out of you and cumming on your pussy and panties. A few drops fell on your uniform. He continued to slowly stroke his cock, squeezing the last drops onto you.

For a couple of minutes you just hugged and stroked each other silently. His head was on your shoulder and his hands were stroking your hips and ass. And you stroked the back of his head, running your fingers through the sticky strands.

“How are you?” he asked in a slightly roughened voice without raising his head.

"I'm shaking, all wet with sweat and..." you nodded down where there was a mess of his cum and your juices. "But fuck, it feels so good." You giggled and he raised his head and smiled too.

You quickly helped each other get dressed. And you tried to tidy up his hair as best you could in the near darkness. Then you ran to the toilet to…tidy yourself up completely. And Bob returned to his friends' table.

I He was met with three different looks. Rooster's approving look. Hangman's mocking look. And Phoenix's surprised look.

He sat down silently in his seat and began to eat the already cold food, as if he hadn't eaten for a year. The hot dog and sauce were really good. The cola was so cold. He even got goosebumps of pleasure. After this hot room, a sip of cold drink felt like heaven.

"I'm afraid to ask..." Hangman was the first to break the silence. "Is she even alive? Or did you eat her too?"

But then you appeared next to their table, awkwardly adjusting your hair. In your shaking hands a tray, swollen lips, slightly smudged mascara, and your neck… bite marks and a couple of bruises.

"On the house." You placed a cherry pie with sugar sprinkles in the middle of the table. Giving Bobby a sly smile, you quickly left.

Hangman whistled. "You're a fast man." He picked up a piece of pie and twirled it around. "At least I got a pie like that today."

I tried very hard and I think it turned out pretty well! English is not my first language, please be kind! But I am always ready to learn, if you see mistakes you can always tell me. In general, this is what a little praise does to me🥰

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frat boy lewis pullman you are SO important to me

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bob floyd request!

him being flustered around reader after having a wet dream about them 😵‍💫

Thanks for your request! I loved writing it, hope you’ll love reading it!

WARNING: slutty cock sucking🤭 and kinda perv!Bob

Slurping sounds were mixing with soft grunting. Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock and you swallowed it a bit deeper.

His head resting on the back of the sofa while his right hand on your head.

“You’re so good”. He groaned when you sucked on his balls. Then your hand wrapped around his length and started stroking it slowly making him grip your hair harder. “Can’t believe you’re actually…”. He let out broken moan. “Doing…that”.

You kept going deeper and deeper. It seemed almost unreal? But yeah. That’s what Bob Floyd sees before him: you on your knees stroking and sucking his cock in the pretty much living room of the base.

You hollowed your cheeks and took him into your mouth fully. He felt your nose on his pelvis. That’s how deep he were inside of you right now.

He let out a loud moan and gripped cushion beside him.

“Bob!”. You looked him straight in the eyes. And oh shit he released that he were probably too loud for a common space.

“Sorry-sorry, I-“. He placed one hand on his mouth trying to prove you that he won’t do that anymore.

“Bob!”. You smiled. “Wake up!”. You said with weirdly low voice.

He jumped out of the sleep when Jake shook him by the shoulder.

“Hangman?”. Bob whispered looking at his friend through dirty lenses.

“No, it’s Snowhite”. He said teasingly. “Wake up or we’re going without you”.

Right. They were going to a cafe by the sea later in the evening. But Bob seemed to have fallen asleep while waiting for the others.

The cafe...where you work. Bob sat up and exhaled heavily. This is going to be...hard.

He's had a crush on you for a couple of months now. Ever since they first visited your place. He immediately thought you were pretty, but it turned out you were smart, too. And kind. Oh, and interesting, too! You also said you grow chrysanthemums in your apartment, like his mom once did. And you like sad movies, even though you always cry. Your favorite color is lilac, and you change your favorite song every week and can't decide which one you like the most.

How will he look you in the eye after what you did? But you didn't do that. That's Bob's problem. Oh. A problem.

Quickly running into the toilet, he tidied himself up and dealt with his...problem, called a hard wet cock.

It was about a ten-minute drive from his base to your cafe. Never before had ten minutes seemed so long and so fast to Bob. He really wanted to see you. He missed you. He wondered what had happened during the time you hadn't seen each other.

But how could he look into your beautiful eyes when all he could see was your lips around his cock? He couldn't let his dirty thoughts ruin your friendship.

Recognizing the car in the parking lot, you immediately began to warm up the cold meat pie. Bob and Phoenix loved your food. Most likely, they were the main fans of your place specifically for the food. That's what you thought.

Greeting them with a soft smile, you pointed to a free table by the wall.

“Beauty!” Jake sprawled on his chair, gazing at you. “Did I miss you that much, or have you become even more beautiful?”

“Both?” You smiled teasingly and eyed Bob. He looked tense. His back was perfectly straight. His hands were shaking and his smile was forced. “Is everything alright?”. You asked looking into his eyes with a kind smile.

He nodded quickly and gave you a quick smile.

“By the way, we have some new small dishes on the menu. I think…you'll like it” You smiled shyly at Bob and handed him a new menu. “Page six” You nodded at the book and nervously fingered your skirt, watching his reaction closely.

“Hot dog?” he asked uncertainly, quickly looking at you.

“Yeah” You nodded enthusiastically. “You once told me that you like hot dogs. And I made it with an extra sauce that I came up with myself”

You pressed your lips together trying not to put too much pressure on him. But you wanted him to try it so much!

“Sounds delicious, have you tried it yourself?” Phoenix read the ingredients of the dish with interest.

“Of course! Oh my god…” You laughed quietly. “It was so good I almost choked!”

At that moment Bob choked. Casually patting his chest he coughed. “Sorry” And then he made a mistake. He looked into your eyes. The image he had tried to forget, but at the same time imprint forever, rose before his eyes again.

Slowly circling his head with your tongue, you moaned. Then you moved up and sucked on his tip. Moved down and playfully bit his thigh. Sucked some skin there.

“Bob?”. You looked at him with an incomprehensible expression on your face. Wide open eyes and a small smile. “So?”.

Fun fact: I work in front of barber shop that called “top gun”. Every time I’m bored or sad I look there and like: yup Bob Floyd🥹🥰😋

[simpformrsuh]

BABES!

My requests are open for Bobs (Bob Reynolds, Sentry, The void aaand Bob Floyd too, cause he’s a cutie).

The problem is that I’m like hella employed and probably have huge time differences with many of y’all. So I’m not sure when I’ll be able to write something. But if I’ll write that might be something really tiny-tiny and little 🥹🩷 But at the same time I have a lot of thoughts and opinions.

If you’re up to read some more shitty tiny blurbs from me be free to request! Love and peace. I’m going to sleep now.

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The first time with Bob can go two ways. Depends on how experienced you are.

If you are experienced he will let you lead. You’ll straddle him while making out and taking your shirt off. He’ll stare at you licking his lips in desperation to have a taste already. You’ll kiss his neck, a soft tickle spot behind his ear that makes him groan every time you caress it. Then he’ll start tugging your pants down. “Can I?”. He whispers unbuttoning it with shaky fingers. You nodded with sly smile.

He wasn’t nervous before all that, but seeing you on top of him. In your underwear only. That was a sight.

“What now?” You asked teasing him. He breathed out loudly and smiled. He knew what you’re doing. But he’s not a virgin, and not even close to being one.

“Want me to show you?”. He chuckled knowing damn well that you don’t. “I’m good”. You answered shaking your head and sitting right on his hard on. He grabbed your thighs squeezing it lightly. Then you started moving your hips. His grip got tighter. The soft fabric of his sweatpants formed a wet spot from the precum. He pressed on your back and moved his hips into yours firmly.

“Okay-okay”. You lifted your hands in “giving up” gesture. “Come here”. Smiling you tugged his shirt over his head immediately enjoying the view. “You are a snack, Bobby”. You whispered placing wet kisses on his chest and abs. “No. Here”. He gently pulled you up by the hair to kiss his lips.

Moaning into the kiss he caressed your back and opened your bra. His kisses moved down to your chest leaving wet traces. He sucked gently on your nipple looking you in the eyes. He loves your reactions.

You grabbed on his cock through his pants firmly. That made him groan loudly and lean into the pillow. Then you moved your hand up his body and grabbed his neck pressing on it, but not choking.

He chuckled watching you in awe.

You tugged his bottoms off with one hand and holding him down with the other. Then you removed your underwear and sat on his abs. “Protection”. You both mumbled almost in unison and nodding at each other.

You open top cabinet of his bed table and pulled whole package out. “Why you need so many, huh?”. You chuckle opening it with your teeth. He smiled softly watching you. “I use it alone sometimes. Makes it…better”. You nodded and started slowly tugging condom on his hard cock. “But now it feels even better”. He groaned and you smiled.

You took it tenderly in your hand and directed it towards your entrance. Slowly you sank down, throwing your head back in a silent moan. “And that feels the best”. He chocked out grabbing you ass.

If you are less experienced. Or have no experience at all.

Bob will go into full soft mod. And it seems like he’s more nervous than you are. Making out session might go for like 40 minutes or something.

He’s tongue down your throat when you feel his cock pocking your stomach. “Bob”. You whispered between his hungry kisses. “Bob, I swear I’m ready”. You giggled when he breathed out heavily and moved slightly away from you.

He’s hovering over you when he tugged his shirt off over his head. Looking you straight in the eyes he’s smiling. “I know you’re super horny now”. He nodded at his chest with cocky smile. “But try to keep yourself calm, okay?”. You nodded with a condescending smile “I’ll try my best”.

He quickly undressed you while kissing you deeply. Now you’re in your panties only, trying to hide your chest. Not on purpose, more like a habit or comfort gesture.

He’s kissing your neck leaving bites while his hands gently move yours away from your chest. “Lemme?”. He glanced at you for approval and when you nodded he licked long stripe from your underboob to your nipple immediately sucking on it. Doing pretty similar thing with your other tit he moaned slightly. “How does that feel, baby?”. He asked and kept kissing your chest. “Weirdly good”. You chuckled.

You felt a tickling sensation on the inside of your thigh and looked down. His fingers were moving up and down your leg, gripping and caressed soft flesh. His kisses moved up to land on your lips a few times. “I need to stretch you before we…yeah”. He whispered and you nodded. “Okay, Mr. Big”. He stopped moving for a few seconds before smiling widely. “”Sex and the city” reference right before I make you come?”. You laughed quietly and nodded. “You’re cool”. He smirked.

With a confident and easy movement, he pulled your panties down to your knees with one hand. “Look at you”. He kissed your chin a few times and lifted himself up to look at you. His hands reached out to undress you completely. And then he smiled, spreading your legs apart.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined”. His dry fingers gently ran between your folds, immediately getting wet. He smiled and licked his fingers, looking into your eyes. “Enough already!”. You whined and he just chuckled.

“Sorry”. He muttered. His fingers trailed down to your pussy as his lips closed on the soft skin of your neck. His thumb pressed against your clit until you sighed. Then his palm pressed all the way against you and one finger slowly pushed inside. “Good?”. He kissed your ear, looking at your reaction. “Mhm”. You nodded trying to breathe calmly. “It will be better”.

His second finger entered, gently stretching you and immediately bending it into a soft, spongy wall. You whined, arching your back. “Shhhh”. He stroked your cheek soothingly with one hand while the other began to move between your legs again.

Without stopping, he continued to finger your pussy with his fingers, sometimes playing with your clit with his thumb. After a couple of minutes, wet sounds began to be heard and you sighed, grabbing him by the shoulders. “I know, I know”. He whispered but kept his movements steady.

And then it happens. One last swipe of his thumb on your bundle of nerves and you’re a moaning mess. Gripping him by the hair and shoulders. Legs slide down your bed chaotically.

His movements stopped only when you stopped shaking. “Bob?”. You whined quietly. He almost jumped in fear of hurting you, but then he heard your quiet laughter. “You didn’t lie. You made me cum”. You muttered with smile.

He smiled looking at you with tenderness and raised himself up on his hands. His face changed to a little uncertainty. “You…still want to or…?”. He asked looking down.

But then you pulled him to you kissing him deeply. He nodded confidently into the kiss and began to pull his bottom down. Kissing his neck you felt him take something out of his pocket. But realizing what it was you spread your legs wider. “God, you’re perfect”. He muttered into your forehead as he put on the condom.

His palms caressed your thighs and he lifted your pelvis closer to him. One of his hands gently stroked your thigh while the other guided his cock to your entrance. He slowly entered halfway and started playing with your clit. “You good?”. He pecked your lips and started moving further only after you nodded and whispered “Yes”.

I was a little afraid that it would be more about an experienced reader, but it turned out the opposite. Feel a bit left out cause of that, but that’s fine. Anyways hope you enjoyed it!

English isn’t my first language, please don’t be rude:) But if I made any mistakes don’t be afraid to correct me, I’m open for learning! Luv yaaalll🤍

[simpformrsuh]

Just thinking…

Bob would be so obsessed with having you once you fuck him. It's only been a couple of minutes since your first time, but he's ready again.

Serum or lack of touch. Whatever the reason but he’s OBSESSED. The way your pussy felt around him. The way it clenched and throbbed. He now adores this feeling.

Also the way you look under him. How your hair looks messy on the pillow. Your swollen lips. Your nipples still wet from his kisses, and how they harden from the cold and brush of his fingers. A few hickeys on your neck from how aggressive and desperate his kisses were. That sight got stuck in his head.

That night you fucked him two times more. You straddled his hips when you saw his hard cock leaking from just looking at you. Guided him inside of you and slowly sat down. He came fast. Hands were grabbing your hips trying to faster your movements. Head tilted back deep into a pillow with mouth wide open and spit on his lower lip.

Then in about twenty minutes later he’s fucking you on your side. Lazy and slow thrust of his hips against yours. His right hand tugging on your hair tilting your head back to kiss your neck and shoulders. Left hand grabbing at your ass. You know there will be bruises later but fuck it feels great in the moment. He came hard, groaning into your mouth.

In the morning he watched you in the sunlight. The way it caressed your bare back and hair. He touched bruise on your hip gently. Then his lips kissed your shoulder lightly. And here we go again.

He won’t leave you alone anymore. He wants to try everything now. Fuck you in the shower. Fuck you in the kitchen counter. Make you sit on his face. Fuck your face. Power play. Filming you. Role play.

He’s got so many ideas he’s excited to share with you. But you seem so busy all the time. So he just waits till you give him some attention (sometimes with cock in his hand).

Babes English isn’t my first language, please don’t be rude:) But I’m open learn!