Top Lucas x bottom male reader quick fix gay please where Lucas puts those big hands and big everything but precisely his hands to work during sex specially cause the male reader is on the curvier side and has thicc juicy jiggly thighs and a bubble butt and they both like it rough and Lucas loves to smack some ass. I just need some Lucas up in hereeeee thanks in advance!
QUICK FIX GAY #34: Lucas Wong x Thicc Male Reader Spanking
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Pairing: Top Lucas Wong x Bottom Male Reader
Content: Lucas likes it rough and loves a curvier lover. You're a sexual match made in heaven when he smacks your ass and tops you real hard from behind.
Type of Sex: WILD
Word Count: 1,322
Few things turned Lucas on more than a thicc, juicy booty. A curvy body with jiggly thighs and a bubble butt he could play with and put his big hands on. When the two of you had sex, he was always the one in control.
That's why you'd been sexual partners for so long. He simply couldn't get enough of you, nor you of him. His hands were amazing and he had the largest cock you'd ever seen.
Your preference though? Muscles, abs, a cute and handsome face. A fit body you could play with too, one that made your own cock twitch whenever you put your hands on those hard muscles. And of course, a cock that could give your loose hole a bit of a challenge. You and Lucas were a sexual match made in heaven.
Foreplay between the two of you always included a lot of touching. You'd run your hands over every bit of each other's bodies, and feel your favorite parts with your fingers.
You'd caress your way across Lucas’ front and back, hold his slim figure between your curvy hips, and firmly massage his smooth ass.
When you wrapped your fingers around that impressive cock of his, you were always impressed with the size no matter how many times you'd seen it. And you'd tell him that, again and again, because you knew how much the man's ego got a rush from hearing it.
Lucas, in turn, would really put his hands to good use. You'd lay across his lap while he'd jiggle your cheeks. You'd kiss and lick his torso while he admired and massaged your legs. And you'd sit on his chest and squeeze his adorable face between your juicy thighs, while he touched and stroke the length of your amazing figure.
You always felt incredibly desired when you were with him. The sexual pleasure you gave each other was simply unmatched.
*****
You're standing on all four while Lucas is fucking you real good from behind. “Yeah, you like that?” he says and you can feel the huge grin on his face.
His enormous cock has spread your hole wide open. You're used to it, but the sheer size of him is enough to eventually make you come hands free.
The thick shaft is pulsing inside you. He goes deep with each hard thrust, and grunts loudly when he hits your cheeks.
Speaking of hitting, a highlight of your time in bed is always when he gets rough with you. Your thick booty is his weakness, and tonight is no different.
He gives you a hard slap. Your ass cheek jiggles under his hand before he digs his fingers into your skin with a firm grip.
*SMACK!*
He hits you again, even harder this time. It makes you groan in the kind of pain that translates to pure pleasure.
“Yeah, you like that?” he repeats while furiously rocking his hips back and forth, his cock rubbing your insides.
“Ohh yeah, harder!” you moan.
*SMACK!*
The palm against your skin leaves a red print on your ass. Lucas stares ans smirks wide-eyed down at your hefty behind. Your sexy bubble butt and broad thighs are his fetish, and his rough handling of your body is yours.
“Yeah, you're so deep inside me,” you moan loudly. ”Ohh fuck, your cock feels so good!”
*SMACK!*
The words turn Lucas on. That third firm slap makes your knees and elbows weak. You quickly collapse on the bed, and spread your thighs wide.
Lucas follows. He leans in and towers over you, and the weight and strength of one hand on your ass and the other around your neck is enough to make your orgasm approach fast, especially when your own shaft brushes against the sheets.
He fucks you hard and fast, shoving his thick dick deeper still into your hole. Ohh, holy shit, it feels so goo-o-o-ood!
You can hear the man heaving and panting behind you. His breath grows louder and comes closer and closer to your ear, until he aligns the length of his toned body with yours, and you feel his lips press against the side of your face.
The whole bed shakes while your bodies bounce. Lucas never takes his hand off the side of your ass even as he lies on it. And when he bites into your neck and leaves teeth marks on your skin, you grimace so hard your face becomes frozen.
“Ahh, fuck yeah,” he whispers in your ear. “Mm, you're so tight for me. No one takes my cock like you do. It feels good doesn't it?”
“Y-yeah,” you whimper. He pushes down on you so hard your lungs struggle to give you air.
He bites down again, his teeth digging into the back of your neck. Meanwhile he wraps an arm around your throat and pulls hard, practically choking you.
You feel his warm breath, and the heat produced by your bodies. When he starts to perspire on top of you, his groin hitting your cheeks again and again makes an even louder clapping sound that fills the room.
You clutch the sheets with your arms spread to your sides when something suddenly changes in you. The cock rubbing you in the ass is so thick, and it repeatedly strikes the right place, that you feel an orgasm coming. While your own shaft is squeezed between your stomach and the bed, and Lucas is choking you and pressing his sweaty face against your neck so hard it hurts, you're abruptly brought over the edge.
And it's the most amazing sensation you know. It starts from the g-spot in the ass, and shoots to your groin where your cock begins to throb and twitch.
You feel your own cum on the sheets when a strange sensation hits your stomach. You create a large puddle underneath you, and your cock glides repeatedly through it which feels really good.
The release is strong and overwhelming. And so is Lucas’, when he's eventually thrown over the edge too.
He suddenly pushes himself up and away from your neck, releasing you from his tight grip. He slaps you hard one last time on the ass from the side, while he continues to plough real hard into you.
He pulls on your hips and groans loudly from the depth of his throat. “Ahh, Ahh, Ahhrrghh!” he exclaims and you can tell from the way his thrusts jolt and become abrupt that he's coming.
He grunts again and bangs even harder. His skin is shiny when you manage to open your eyes and twist your neck to catch a glimpse of him, sweaty and moist from head to ass.
“Ahh, fuuuck!” he says in his deep voice, exhausted. The pain you feel is almost too much even for you, when his nails dig into your skin and his other hand pushes on your shoulder so hard your face is forced back into the sheets.
You can feel his enormous cock pulsing when his motions begin to slow. He's filled your ass with cum, lubricating your walls and his shaft. The head pokes against your insides, and the throbbing thickness stretches your hole wider than ever.
“Ahh, fuuck!” he repeats, in a lower voice this time. You can hear his exhaustion in it, and feel it in the way his smooth and wet skin glides against yours when he lays back down on you.
The sensation is sticky. The room has become hot. Your cheeks, neck and shoulder are sore. But you absolutely love it, because sex with Lucas is the best thing you know.
Your curvy body, bubble butt and juicy thighs is just what he desires. And his rough ways and huge dick is the best pleasure you've had.
And with a body like his, so muscular and firm, who would doubt that? A sexual match made in heaven for sure.
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Category: Sub!Lucas (Sub Bottom), M4A, finish line, listener has either a strap or a dick, cute moaning, completely consensual, both speaker and listener are adults.
Audio: 1:20 / BGM: Mmmh - Kai (EXO)
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Even though this post mentions Lucas, this is a 100% fake scenario, and the audio was made by another person. This has zero intention of defacing, nor trying to create any rumors regarding this artist. This has no intention of offending any viewer of this post either.
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I am aware that the artist in question is no longer a member of NCT since 2023, but he WAS a member once, so that's being counted. I believe in NCT and Lucas as separate concepts, but I personally cherish more those times with NCT since he was (is, as a soloist) my bias.
The original audio can be found in this post by this amazing creator, right here:
💬 2 🔁 4 ❤️ 102 · •Sloppy and Sticky Situation - Smut Audio · Can you make an taebin audio? or yeongyu, or beomkai, idk i like txt ot5 🙏🏻
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💬 0 🔁 12 ❤️ 31 · EP.01 Renegade | Jacket Shooting | LUCAS 루카스 · ⚠ PS: you can use my gifs anywhere, don't even credit me if you don't want
You were so amazed at the fact that you fucked your pretty boy so dumb that he couldn't remember in what language to talk to you... Hell, language doesn't really matter when his lips can't form words at all, lying in a shaky mess...
Pairings : M!reader x Lucas Wong x Original Female Character
TW! — Cheating, mention of abuse (slapping and punching).
WARNINGS — NSFW content, smut, cheating, cuckolding, sex, veyourism, cursing, anal sex, derogatory remarks, rough sex, spitting, face sitting, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple squirting, sweaty sex, mention of body odour, body odour kink.
WC : 6,8k
Synopsys : when Lucas went straight to your roommate who has been listening to you having sex with him for the past hour just an hour after your sexy time ended.
“Fuck, Lucas, please. You’re going to tear me apart.” A whimper, barely audible above the rhythmic slap of skin, escaped Y/n’s lips, his voice thick with a desperate plea.
“Tear you apart, huh? Is that what you want, babe? To be completely undone by me?” Lucas’s voice, a low growl, rumbled against Y/n’s ear. He leaned in, biting gently at the lobe, sending a shiver down Y/n’s spine. The air, already heavy and humid, seemed to thicken with each ragged breath.
“Yes, yes, I want it, please,” Y/n gasped, his hips bucking instinctively, meeting Lucas’s aggressive thrusts. His fingers, tangled in Lucas’s sweat-soaked hair, pulled, a silent command for more. The dim light of the room, filtered through drawn curtains, cast their entwined bodies in a hazy, erotic glow.
“Good, that’s a good boy. Scream for me, Y/n. Let them hear you.” Lucas’s hips drove forward, a relentless piston, pushing deeper, stretching Y/n's ass to his limits. A wet, tearing sound accompanied the movement, a testament to the brutal intimacy.
“Ah! Lucas! Oh god, you’re so big. It’s too much!” Y/n’s voice broke, a raw, animalistic cry that echoed off the walls. Tears, hot and involuntary, streamed down his temples, tracing paths through the sheen of sweat on his face.
“Too much, am I? You wanted this, you begged for it, didn’t you, you little slut?” Lucas’s tone was laced with a sweet, almost melodic menace. He punctuated each word with a deep, punishing thrust, his massive cock filling Y/n completely, stretching him taut.
“Yes! I did! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!” Y/n’s pleas were contradictory, a desperate dance between pain and pleasure. His body, small and pliant beneath Lucas’s muscular frame, trembled violently.
“That’s it, take it all, faggot. Take every inch of this monster. Fuck... You love it, don’t you? You love how I make you feel like this.” Lucas’s hand moved, finding Y/n’s tight nipple, twisting it roughly. Y/n arched, a strangled moan escaping him.
“Nghhhh, yes, I love it! It hurts so good! Fuck me, Lucas, fuck me harder!” Y/n’s eyes, glazed with arousal, met Lucas’s. In their depths, Lucas saw not just pain, but an incandescent hunger, a wildness he himself had unearthed.
“That's it, baby. That’s what I like to see. My pretty little whore, just for me.” Lucas’s hips slammed into Y/n again, the force of it lifting Y/n’s body slightly off the bed. The sound of their bodies colliding, wet and visceral, was the only music in the room.
“I’m yours, Lucas. Always yours. Breed me. Fill me up.” Y/n’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He squeezed his ass muscles, trying to milk every last sensation from Lucas’s enormous cock buried deep inside him.
“Oh, I’m going to. I’m going to fill you so full, you’ll be leaking for days. You’ll remember whose cock was inside you, won’t you?” Lucas’s breath hitched, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back, of prolonging the exquisite torment.
“Yes! Yes, I will! Ahhh, fuck I’ll remember every single inch, please, baby nghhhh.” Y/n’s fingers dug into Lucas’s shoulders, his nails leaving faint red marks on the tanned skin.
“Good. Such a good little hole you have for me. So tight. So wet.” Lucas pulled back almost completely, then plunged forward with renewed vigor, eliciting a guttural cry from Y/n. The air expelled from Y/n’s lungs in a rush, a sound like a gasp and a moan combined.
“Ahhh! Lucas! I’m going to… I’m going to cum! Oh god!” Y/n’s hips bucked harder, a frantic, desperate rhythm. His body convulsed, muscles clenching around Lucas’s cock.
“Not yet, pretty boy. Not until I say so.” Lucas slowed his pace, just enough to torment, to drag Y/n back from the edge. He watched Y/n’s face contort, the struggle evident in every strained muscle.
“Please! Lucas! Don’t do this to me!” Y/n pleaded, tears mixing with sweat as he thrashed beneath Lucas.
“Oh, I love doing this to you. Watching you squirm. Watching you beg. It’s so fucking hot.” Lucas’s eyes, dark and predatory, burned into Y/n’s. He resumed his relentless pace, each thrust a promise of release, each pull a denial.
“You fucker! It hurts so bad... nghhhh, no, fuck,” Y/n screamed, his voice raw. His body was a live wire, vibrating with unbearable tension.
“And you’re my perfect little cum dump, aren’t you? Made for this.” Lucas leaned down, kissing Y/n’s neck, his tongue tracing the salty skin. He tasted Y/n’s fear, his desire, his surrender.
“Yes! Yes, I am! Just for you! Oh, Lucas, I’m so close!” Y/n’s ass clenched, a desperate attempt to hasten the inevitable.
“That’s it. Hold on. Just a little more. For me.” Lucas’s voice was husky, strained. He felt his own climax building, a tidal wave threatening to break. His massive cock throbbed, a hot, insistent pulse deep within Y/n.
“I can’t! I can’t hold it! Ahhhhh! Fuck... Oh god, Lucas! Nghhhhhh,” Y/n’s body arched violently, a high-pitched cry tearing from his throat as he finally shattered. His entire frame seized, muscles spasming, a torrent of cum erupting from his tiny dick, soaking the sheets beneath them.
“There it is. My good boy. Cum for Daddy.” Lucas watched, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, as Y/n convulsed, lost in the throes of his orgasm. Only then, with a guttural roar, did Lucas allow himself to follow, his body shuddering as wave after wave of hot, thick cum surged deep into Y/n’s ass, filling him to capacity.
The sensation was primal, overwhelming, a deep, resonant pleasure that vibrated through both their bodies. Lucas felt the intense contractions of Y/n’s ass muscles around his cock, milking every last drop from him.
Lucas’s body crashed down onto Y/n’s, a heavy, muscled weight. He panted, his chest heaving, his sweat-slicked skin pressing against Y/n’s smaller frame. Y/n lay weakly beneath him, tears still tracing tracks on his flushed cheeks, his body trembling from the aftermath. Lucas’s 26 cm cock remained nestled deep inside Y/n’s asshole, a heavy, throbbing presence.
“Ahhhh… that was… everything,” Lucas growls, his voice raspy. Y/n's hands, still shaking, rose to wrap around Lucas’s sweaty, muscular back, pulling him closer.
“You’re telling me. You nearly broke me, you demon.” Y/n bites on Lucas's shoulder, causing him to let out a low moan. Lucas nuzzled deeper into the crook of Y/n’s neck, inhaling the floral scent that clung to his skin, a stark contrast to his own musky, testosterone-laden aroma. Lucas’s sweat beaded and dripped onto Y/n’s body. They lay there for a long moment, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city.
“You’re so heavy,” Y/n murmured, but there was no complaint in his voice, only contentment.
“I know. Just let me be heavy for a bit. You’re comfortable, aren’t you?” Lucas’s voice was softer now, the harshness of their play replaced by a tender possessiveness.
“More than comfortable. You’re my favorite blanket.” Y/n squeezed Lucas’s back.
Lucas grunted, a sound of deep satisfaction, then with a surge of effort, he rolled them over, pulling Y/n onto his chest. Y/n’s head rested on Lucas’s shoulder, their faces inches apart. Y/n’s hand found Lucas’s cheek, tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
“Still in there, huh?” Y/n chuckled, a soft, breathy sound, feeling the thick bulge inside him. Y/n teases him by clenching his ass, making the dominant one to let out a hiss.
“Where else would I be? You’re my home now, aren’t you?” Lucas’s lips curved into a lazy smile.
“I guess I am.” Y/n’s fingers curled around Lucas’s ear. He then teasingly clenched his asshole again, a gentle squeeze around Lucas’s still-hard cock.
A low groan escaped Lucas’s lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. “Babe! You know what that does to me, don’t you?” He bit his lip, then his hand came down with a sharp smack across Y/n’s ass cheek.
“Aw! What was that for?” Y/n feigned indignation, though a smile played on his lips.
“For being such a slut. Such a good little whore. Making my dick scream like that.” Lucas’s voice, though calling Y/n derogatory names, was dripping with affection, his eyes, when Y/n looked up, were shining with an almost cartoonish love. Y/n knew, in that moment, that Lucas was completely whipped for him.
“You love it, though, don’t you, big guy?” Y/n retaliated playfully, his fingers tracing the outline of Lucas’s lips.
“Absolutely. Can’t get enough of my pretty boyfriend. Now, what do you want to talk about?” Lucas tightened his embrace, pulling Y/n even closer, his dick still deep inside.
“I don’t know. Anything. Are you hungry?” Y/n’s voice was soft, his cheek resting against Lucas’s damp shoulder.
“Starving. But not for food. For you. Always for you.” Lucas kissed the top of Y/n’s head. “I could stay like this forever, you know.”
“You’re such a clingy baby when you’re like this.” Y/n giggled, but snuggled deeper into Lucas’s embrace.
“Only for you. You bring out the baby in me. And the beast.” Lucas’s hand moved to Y/n’s ass, rubbing soothing circles around the stretched edges around his big cock. “You okay? Not too sore?”
“I’ll be fine. You always make me fine. Eventually.” Y/n sighed contentedly. “Did you have fun?”
“The most fun. You always make it the most fun. You’re incredible, baby. Truly.” Lucas’s voice was sincere, a deep warmth in his tone.
“You’re pretty incredible yourself, you know. That thing you’ve got… it’s a wonder.” Y/n’s hand drifted down, cupping Lucas’s balls, which were still nestled against his own ass.
“It’s all yours. Always. To do whatever you want with it.” Lucas kissed Y/n’s forehead. “Seriously, anything on your mind? What are you thinking about?”
“Just… us. This. How good it feels.” Y/n shifted slightly, his ass muscles contracting again around Lucas’s cock. “And how much I love your smell right now.”
“My smell? I’m probably disgusting. I haven’t showered since this morning, and then the gym…” Lucas chuckled, a low rumble in his chest.
“No, no. It’s… sexy. Musky. So you. It’s intoxicating.” Y/n inhaled deeply, pressing his face into Lucas’s armpit, reveling in the potent, earthy scent of sweat and masculine hormones. “It’s arousing, but also… comforting. Like home.”
“You’re a weirdo, you know that?” Lucas laughed, but there was a genuine warmth in his voice. He liked that Y/n found his natural scent so appealing. It felt intimate, deeply personal.
“That's on you. You make me weird.” Y/n’s tongue darted out, licking a bead of sweat from Lucas’s armpit, savoring the salty taste.
“Oh, you were weird before me, pretty boy. I just brought it out.” Lucas playfully swatted Y/n’s ass. “But I like your weird. I like all of you.”
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, the minutes stretching into what felt like an eternity. The only sounds were their breathing, the distant hum of city life, and the soft creak of the bed with every slight shift.
“Alright, big guy, as much as I love having you inside me, I think it’s time to… dislodge.” Y/n announced, his voice a little more energetic.
“Dislodge, huh? You make it sound like I’m a stubborn rock.” Lucas chuckled, but made no move to withdraw.
“Well, you are quite… monumental. And I’m starting to feel a little… full.” Y/n’s muscles strained, a subtle push from deep within.
“You want to push me out? Is that what you’re saying? My own boyfriend, trying to shit me out?” Lucas’s voice held mock offense.
“Pretty much, yeah. My sphincter is getting tired, you know. It’s been a long day for it.” Y/n grunted, a more forceful push.
“Oh, you poor thing. Let me help you.” Lucas’s large hands moved, gently spreading Y/n’s ass cheeks, giving him a better angle. He then leaned down, planting a soft kiss on Y/n’s cheek. “Come on, baby. You can do it. Push for Daddy.”
Y/n strained, his face reddening with effort. “It’s… it’s stuck! Oh god, you’re really in there!”
“Just a little more. You’ve got this. Imagine you’re giving birth to a giant, veiny, throbbing baby.” Lucas encouraged, his voice a playful murmur.
Y/n let out a frustrated groan, pushing harder. The muscles around Lucas’s cock clenched and released, a slow, arduous process. Finally, with a wet, squelching sound, Lucas’s massive cock began to slide out, inch by agonizing inch. Y/n gasped, relief flooding through him as the pressure eased.
“There it is! Almost there!” Lucas cheered, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
With one final, powerful push, Y/n expelled Lucas’s dick entirely. A heavy thud, followed by a wet slap, as the cum-slicked member flopped onto the bed between Y/n’s legs.
“Finally! Oh, thank god.” Y/n sighed, collapsing back onto the pillows.
But before he could fully relax, Lucas’s large fingers were there, quick and precise, plugging Y/n’s asshole. The immediate pressure and the sudden, unexpected sensation made Y/n arch his back, a loud moan escaping his lips.
“Hey! What was that for?” Y/n protested, though his body was already reacting, clenching around Lucas’s fingers.
“Can’t have all my hard work leaking out, can we? Gotta keep all that good stuff inside you, babe,” Lucas winked. “Besides, you need a good cleaning. And I know just the way.”
Y/n’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. You’re not going to…”
“Oh, yes I am. Come here, pretty boy. Sit on my face. Let me clean you up.” Lucas’s voice was firm, a playful command. He shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, his face expectant.
Y/n hesitated for only a second, then, with a playful groan, he climbed over Lucas, straddling his chest. He carefully positioned himself, his still-throbbing asshole directly over Lucas’s eager lips.
“You’re really fixated on this, aren’t you?” Y/n chuckled, feeling a thrill of anticipation.
“Obsessed. Absolutely obsessed with your pretty little hole. Now, relax. Let me do my work.” Lucas’s tongue darted out, a warm, wet caress against Y/n’s sensitive sphincter.
Y/n gasped, a delicious shiver running through him. He leaned back, resting his weight on Lucas’s chest, allowing Lucas full access. Lucas immediately went to work, his tongue lapping at Y/n’s ass like it was the most delectable thing in the world. He moved with a practiced precision, his tongue swirling and probing, sucking at Y/n’s ass, drawing out the remnants of his own cum. A soft, squelching sound accompanied each movement, a wet, intimate symphony.
“Oh god, Lucas. That feels… so good. You’re so good at that.” Y/n moaned, his hips unconsciously grinding against Lucas’s face, a slow, sensual rhythm.
Lucas grunted in response, his tongue delving deeper, tasting Y/n’s ass, the faint, metallic tang of cum mixing with the sweet, musky scent of Y/n’s body. He licked and sucked, his lips occasionally brushing against Y/n’s asshole, sending shivers through Y/n’s entire being. Y/n’s body relaxed, his moans becoming softer, more contented. He felt completely vulnerable, completely exposed, yet utterly cherished.
Lucas continued his meticulous cleaning ritual for several minutes, making sure every crevice was spotless, every trace of their passionate encounter removed. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, he pulled away.
“There. All clean, baby.” Lucas’s voice was muffled, his lips wet.
Y/n laughed, a light, airy sound, and slowly lifted himself off Lucas’s face. He then settled back down, this time into Lucas’s waiting arms. Y/n’s body pressed against Lucas’s still-sweaty one, his head resting on Lucas’s large arm, his face nestled into Lucas’s armpit. He was face to face with the source of that intoxicating scent he loved so much.
“You really are something else, you know that?” Y/n murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in, his tongue darting out again, licking the salty sweat from Lucas’s armpit before burying his face deeper into the musky hollow. The sour, funky, earthy, musky testosterone scent, intensified by Lucas’s day at the gym and the lack of a shower, enveloped his nostrils. It was overwhelming, yet utterly captivating.
“Only for you, pretty boy. Only for you.” Lucas’s arm tightened around him, pulling him close, pressing Y/n’s face deeper into his armpit. He reveled in Y/n’s unusual kink, finding it incredibly arousing that Y/n found his raw, natural scent so irresistible.
They lay there, entwined, drifting in and out of a hazy contentment. The room, still warm and humid, felt like a cocoon, isolating them from the rest of the world. It was only 7 PM, but they had been at it since 3 PM, taking full advantage of Y/n’s roommate, Julie, being out with her own boyfriend. The exhaustion, the post-coital bliss, and the warmth of their bodies combined to lull them into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The click of the apartment door had been soft, almost imperceptible, an hour ago. Julie had slipped in, her own date ending earlier than expected. She'd tried to be quiet, but the sounds from Y/n's room, thin walls failing to muffle the raw, primal symphony, had stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Oh god, Lucas, you're killing me!" Y/n's scream, high-pitched and desperate, had pierced the air, followed by a series of wet, rhythmic thwacks.
Julie had frozen, a blush creeping up her neck. She knew Y/n and Lucas were... enthusiastic, but this was on another level. She'd heard Y/n cry out Lucas's name, heard the deep, guttural growls from Lucas. She'd heard the unmistakable sounds of skin slapping, of bodies colliding, of desperate, breathless pleas.
"You're such a fucking faggot, Y/n!" Lucas's voice, rough and dominant, had carried clearly, followed by Y/n's whimpering "Ummhhhh, yes, I am! Your faggot!"
Julie felt a strange heat bloom low in her belly. Her panties, she realized with a start, were already damp. She'd retreated to her own room, trying to distract herself, but the sounds had been relentless, a relentless, pulsating rhythm that seeped through the walls, through her very bones. She'd heard Y/n's final, shattering scream, Lucas's triumphant roar, and then the long, drawn-out groans of spent pleasure.
And now, silence. Or rather, the soft murmurs of post-coital intimacy.
"You're insane, Lucas," Y/n's voice, breathy and weak, had drifted through.
"You love it," Lucas's deep rumble had replied, followed by a wet, sucking sound that made Julie's eyes widen. What were they doing? Fuck, of course she knows what they're doing.
She'd tried to read, tried to scroll on her phone, but her mind kept replaying the sounds, imagining the scene. Y/n, usually so composed, screaming like he was being murdered, yet clearly loving every second. Lucas, the notoriously charming bad boy, unleashing his raw, dominant side.
'He must be so good,' she thought, a shiver running down her spine. 'To make Y/n sound like that.'
Finally, unable to bear the thumping of her own heart or the insistent dampness between her legs, Julie pushed herself off her bed. She needed water. Something cold, something to clear her head after a grueling hour of trying to get herself together, and failed miserably.
She padded silently to the kitchen, the air in the apartment still warm, carrying a faint, musky scent from Y/n's room. As she reached for a glass, a door creaked open down the hall.
A low grumble, then a soft, "Mmm, I'm gonna get some drink, baby."
Julie froze, her hand hovering over the faucet. Lucas. He was awake.
Then, a new smell hit her. Potent. Raw. Purely masculine. It was Lucas's scent, amplified, concentrated. Sour, yes, but also musky, earthy, a primal aroma that bypassed her brain and went straight to her senses. 'Fuck,' she thought, her nostrils flaring slightly. 'He smells so incredibly nasty... and so fucking sexy.'
She slowly turned, glass in hand, and her breath caught in her throat.
Lucas stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a towel slung low around his hips, barely clinging to his lean, muscular frame. His chest was broad, sculpted, a perfect washboard of abs rippling under slightly tanned skin. Water droplets still clung to his dark hair, and his eyes, usually playful, held a sleepy, contented haze. He looked like a god, freshly descended from some primal, sweaty battlefield.
Julie's gaze dropped lower, lingering on the V-line of his hips disappearing beneath the towel, the powerful thighs. Her panties, she realized, were definitely drowning now. She could practically feel the wetness seeping through her jeans. Her mouth went dry.
“Oh, hey,” Lucas’s voice, a low rumble, startled her. He rubbed the back of his neck, a faint awkwardness in his posture. “Didn’t know you home already.” He moved towards the fridge, his movements fluid, powerful.
Julie’s voice felt caught in her throat, a dry rasp escaping instead. “The date got cut off early.” She watched him, mesmerized by the flex of his back muscles as he pulled out a bottle of water. The towel shifted, threatening to reveal more. Her eyes widened, a silent gasp escaping her lips.
He twisted the cap off, the plastic groaning under his grip. “Sorry if we're too loud. Y/n was… restless.” A sly smirk played on his lips, his eyes, dark and knowing, met hers. He took a long swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Restless,” Julie repeated, the word tasting like ash. A tremor ran through her. The image of Y/n, screaming Lucas’s name, flashed in her mind. “Sounded like it.”
Lucas leaned against the counter, one arm casually draped over the edge, the other holding the water bottle. The towel, now slightly askew, offered a tantalizing glimpse of dark hair just beneath the waistband. “He gets like that. Really lets loose.” His gaze lingered on her, a slow, deliberate sweep from her flushed face to her bare legs. “You look… warm.”
Her cheeks burned hotter. “It’s… warm in here.” She clutched her glass tighter, her knuckles white. The heat wasn’t from the room; it radiated from him, from the raw, untamed energy he exuded.
“Warm, huh?” His smirk widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He took another sip, his gaze never leaving her. “Maybe you need to cool off.”
Julie swallowed hard, her throat suddenly parched. “I… I was just getting water.” She moved towards the sink, a desperate need to break the tension, to escape his piercing stare. She rinsed her glass, the cool water a brief, fleeting comfort against her burning skin.
Then, his hands were there. Large, warm, calloused palms cupped her breasts, pushing them up, a rough caress through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. A choked gasp tore from her lips, her body arching back instinctively. Her hips pressed against something hard, thick, and undeniably male. A low moan vibrated in her chest, a sound she barely recognized as her own.
“Fuck,” Lucas growled, his voice a guttural rumble against her ear. His fingers, surprisingly gentle yet firm, found her nipples, pinching them through the cotton. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot through her. She hadn’t worn a bra. Of course she hadn’t. Her body, already a molten mess, pulsed with an insistent ache.
“You heard him, didn’t you?” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “My Y/n. Screaming my name.” His hips moved, a slow, deliberate grind against her ass, pushing his erection deeper into the valley between her buttocks. “You liked it, didn’t you? Hearing him come apart for me.”
Julie’s hands fisted the edge of the sink, her knuckles white. Her hips, without conscious thought, pushed back, seeking more contact, more friction. A soft whimper escaped her. His scent, thick and musky, enveloped her, drowning her in its intoxicating funk.
“That’s the sound of my cock, Julie,” he murmured, his voice laced with a wicked amusement. “Working him over. Making him beg.” He tugged gently on her nipple, a sharp, exquisite pain. “And you, little spy, you’re just aching to feel it, aren’t you?”
Her breath hitched. “Lucas…” The word was a desperate plea, a shaky exhale.
“My cock,” he continued, ignoring her, his voice a low thrum against her ear. “It’s been deep inside him. His tight little hole.” He pressed his erection harder, a groan rumbling in his chest. “It’s sticky. Needs a good cleaning.” His fingers continued their torment, twisting her nipples, making them ache and harden. “After all that work, it’s probably covered in his ass juice. You want to clean it for me, Julie? Lick it clean?”
The words, crude and vulgar, slammed into her. Her mind reeled, but her body, a traitorous entity, responded with an undeniable surge of heat. “His… his ass?” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. The thought, repulsive yet thrilling, made her stomach churn with a heady mix of disgust and desire.
“Yeah, his ass,” he confirmed, a wicked chuckle vibrating through her. “Deep. So deep. You think you could handle that? All that… flavor?” He shifted, nudging her back with his hips, guiding her to turn.
She turned, her movements clumsy, her eyes wide, glassy with a mixture of fear and insatiable hunger. Her hands, almost automatically, reached up, finding the thick column of his neck. Her fingers tangled in the damp hair at his nape, pulling him down, closer. Their mouths met, a collision of desperate need. It was sloppy, a frantic tangle of tongues and teeth, a desperate exchange of saliva. His lips were rough, tasting of water and something else, something primal and untamed. She sucked on his tongue, a deep, hungry suck, her body trembling uncontrollably.
He lifted her, effortlessly, without breaking the kiss, his arms strong bands around her waist. She gasped, a muffled sound against his mouth, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He carried her through the archway, into the living room, the world a blur of motion and raw sensation. With a grunt, he tossed her onto the plush velvet couch, the impact jarring her, but her eyes never left his.
He stood over her, his chest heaving, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He straightened his towel, adjusting the precarious knot. “Fucking slut,” he spat, the words landing like a lash. A glob of saliva, thick and viscous, flew from his lips, landing squarely on her cheek.
Julie gasped, her eyes widening. A strange, unfamiliar thrill shot through her. Without hesitation, her hand rose, scooping the warm, slick spit from her face. Her tongue darted out, gathering it, savoring the salty, metallic tang. She swallowed, a shiver running through her.
Lucas watched her, his expression unreadable for a moment, then a dark, predatory smile spread across his face. He raised his hand, and then it descended, a stinging slap across her cheek. Her head snapped back, a cry of pain tearing from her throat. Another, then another, the blows raining down, each one a sharp crack against her skin. Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring his triumphant face, but beneath the agony, a raw, undeniable pleasure bloomed.
“You fucking tease,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can stand there, practically naked, listening to me fuck my boyfriend, and not expect this?” He slapped her again, harder this time, her ear ringing. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to notice you, you little whore.”
Her jaw ached, her cheek throbbed, but her voice, though shaky, found its strength. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears and something else, something desperate and hungry. “Yes, Lucas. I want it.”
His eyes darkened, a flash of something unhinged in their depths. He reached down, his fingers seizing the hem of her t-shirt. With a violent rip, he tore the fabric, sending buttons flying, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air. The ripped material hung in tatters around her waist, leaving her clad only in her soaked black panties. He slapped her again, a sharp crack against her exposed thigh, eliciting another whimper.
His hand clamped around her hair, yanking her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, her gasping mouth. “Open up,” he commanded, his voice a low snarl.
She obeyed, her mouth parting, her tongue instinctively curling back. He leaned in, his face close, his breath hot and heavy. He spat, a thick, frothy glob landing directly on her tongue. She swallowed, a silent, eager gulp, her eyes fixed on his. The taste, again, was primal, a potent mix of his body and his fury.
A hard slap landed on her pussy, a sharp, shocking blow that made her scream, a high-pitched, involuntary shriek. Lucas’s eyes narrowed, a vein throbbing in his temple. “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, his voice dangerously low. Another slap, this one across her face, silencing her, a fresh wave of pain blossoming across her cheek. “You wanna wake Y/n up, you stupid bitch?”
He released her hair, then moved with ruthless efficiency. His hand went to his own briefs, tugging them down, revealing the thick, swollen shaft of his cock. He pulled the fabric free, then stuffed it roughly into her open mouth. The rough cotton filled her, muffling any further sounds, tasting of him, of sweat and musk and something metallic.
He knelt, forcing her legs apart, his hands strong and unyielding. He grabbed the elastic band of her black panties, pulling them aside, revealing her throbbing, wet pussy. It glistened, swollen and eager, a testament to her unspoken desire. He spat, a thick stream of saliva landing directly on her clit, then he slapped it, a sharp, stinging blow that made her squirm, her body convulsing against the couch. A muffled sob tore through the briefs in her mouth.
“Look at you,” he snarled, his eyes raking over her writhing form. “So wet. So needy. You think you’re special, huh? All worked up over a little spit and a few slaps.” His finger, rough and calloused, traced the swollen outline of her clit, circling it, teasing it. Her eyes rolled back, a white flash against her flushed face. A low, muffled moan, desperate and animalistic, fought its way past the briefs.
Then, he was there. His head lowered, his mouth open, descending upon her. He ate her, like a starved man, his tongue a ruthless weapon, swirling and sucking, devouring her wetness. Years. It felt like years since a mouth had feasted on her with such intensity. Her hips bucked, an involuntary response to the exquisite torture. His mouthwork was brutal, relentless, driving her to the brink. Her muffled moans were continuous, a broken symphony against the rough fabric in her mouth.
His fingers, meanwhile, began their own quest. One, then two, then three, tracing the sensitive rim of her asshole. Her eyes, still rolled back, snapped open, locking onto his. A horrifying fear, cold and stark, flooded their depths. She shook her head frantically, a desperate, silent plea. No. Don’t touch me there.
He ignored her, his gaze unwavering, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He pushed, one finger sliding into her tight asshole, even as his mouth continued its relentless assault on her pussy, sucking and drawing out her juices. Her body tensed, a sharp, unfamiliar pain blooming, quickly followed by a strange, overwhelming fullness. Then a second finger, stretching her, pushing deeper. A third, then a fourth, and finally, a fifth. Her ass felt impossibly full, stretched to its limit, a burning ring of fire surrounding his invading fingers.
"MMHHHHH... FUCK... NOT MY ASS, PLEASE... NGHH... GET IT OUT." Julie choked, muffled scream tore from her throat, the sound barely audible through the briefs. Her body seized, convulsing violently. A gush of warm liquid erupted from her, soaking his mouth, her squirt, hot and voluminous, pouring over his tongue. Her body spasmed, a full-blown seizure, her limbs twitching uncontrollably as he eagerly drank her release. It was her first time. She hadn’t even known she could do that. Fuck.
He pulled back, his face glistening with her fluids, his lips slick and wet. He looked at her, his eyes blazing, a dark, triumphant fire. “Fucking mess,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal.
“Look at you. Squirting all over the place like a broken faucet, you filthy pig.” His body, already slick with sweat, began to glisten anew, his natural scent, foul, sour, and musky, intensified, filling the air around them.
He reached down, pulling his briefs from her mouth. Her tongue, freed, darted out, licking her lips, tasting him. Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached up, grabbing his head, pulling him down. Their mouths met again, a frantic, desperate kiss. She sucked on his tongue, pulling it deep into her mouth, a primal, hungry demand. His fingers, meanwhile, found her clit, circling it, pressing against her pee hole. Another wave of sensation, sharp and intense, crashed over her. Her body arched, another squirt, hot and heavy, erupting into his mouth as they continued to suck face, devouring each other.
After a few minutes, Lucas pulled away, his breath ragged, his eyes still burning with an untamed fire. He stood, adjusted his towel, and with a quick glance at Julie, who lay panting, slick and spent on the couch, he walked towards the bedroom.
He entered the dimly lit room, the air still thick with the scent of their earlier encounter. Y/n, his beautiful Y/n, lay sleeping peacefully, his face serene, his lips slightly parted. Lucas leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, a tender gesture that seemed completely at odds with the beast he had just been. He moved to the nightstand, his fingers closing around a sleek, black object: a magic wand. He retrieved it, then returned to the living room, a wicked glint in his eyes.
He sat on the edge of the couch, next to Julie’s head. His hand went to his thick, heavy cock, still engorged, pulsing with life. He tapped the head of it against her lips. The scent, musky, foul, funky, sour, filled her nostrils, a powerful, intoxicating aroma. Fuck, he’s so manly.
He slapped her cheek, a sharp, stinging blow, then grabbed her jaw roughly, forcing her mouth open. She understood. Her tongue darted out, encircling the head of his cock, taking him in. She sucked, a deep, hungry suck, her lips working tirelessly, drawing him further into her mouth.
Lucas smirked, a cruel, satisfied curve of his lips. He flicked on the magic wand. The device hummed to life, a low, powerful vibration. He pressed it against her mushy pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her already sensitized flesh. A muffled scream tore from her throat, the sound swallowed by his cock in her mouth.
“Fucking pig,” he growled, his voice thick with contempt, but his eyes gleamed with raw desire. “You like that, don’t you? You whore. You can’t get enough.” His other hand reached out, pinching her nipple, pulling it roughly, painfully, even as the magic wand vibrated relentlessly against her core.
The torture continued. Julie’s body convulsed, squirt after squirt erupting from her, soaking his mouth, his cock, the couch. Her vision swam, her body a raw, exposed nerve. Her breasts were bruised, red marks blossoming on her tender skin from his rough handling. She was spent, utterly exhausted, yet an insatiable hunger still gnawed at her, a desperate need for more, for him.
Finally, with a guttural groan, Lucas pulled his cock from her mouth, a stream of thick, white cum erupting from him, spraying into her mouth, over her chin, down her throat. She swallowed, eagerly, greedily, drinking every last drop. He snickered, then slapped her, a vicious blow that sent her head snapping back. Fuck, she was so in love with him.
“Filthy bitch,” he snarled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You like my cum, huh? You’ll take anything I give you.” He stood, his cock still dripping, and lined it up against her mushy, swollen opening.
Julie, her voice raw, her eyes unfocused, began to beg. “Fuck me, Lucas. Please. Fuck me. I want you. I want you inside me. Please.” Her pleas, loud and desperate, filled the room.
Lucas’s eyes narrowed. With a swift, brutal punch, he slammed his fist into her face, silencing her, a fresh wave of agony blooming. “Shut the fuck up, you screaming whore,” he hissed, his voice laced with venom.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed. His hard, thick cock slid into her, a searing, stretching pain, yet an undeniable pleasure. Julie’s eyes, already glazed over, rolled back, showing only white. Her mouth hung open, a silent gasp escaping. She savored the sting, the brutal invasion, as Lucas made his way into her tight cunt. She swore she wasn’t a virgin, but at that moment, a fresh, sharp pain ripped through her, a warm gush of blood soaking her inner thighs. It felt like the first time all over again.
Once he was fully embedded, Lucas paused, his chest heaving. He pinched her nipples, pulling them roughly, then began to thrust, a hard, relentless pounding. He insulted her, each thrust punctuated by a cruel word. “You’re a slut, Julie! A whore! You seduced me, didn’t you? You wanted this.” He slammed into her, his hips rocking, his voice a low growl. “You’ll bear my children, you hear me? You’ll be my little fuck toy.”
Julie, her voice ragged, choked out her response, her words a desperate plea, a willing submission. “Yes, Lucas! Yes! I’m your slut! I’m your whore! I’ll bear your children! I’ll be your secret wife! Take me every day! Abuse me! Punish my pussy! Punish my ass! I’m yours!”
The room grew hotter, thicker with the scent of sweat, cum, and blood. Lucas’s body glistened, soaked in his own exertions. It was then, as Julie’s desperate pleas filled the air, that Y/n emerged from the bedroom. He stood in the doorway, his green eyes, usually so gentle, now wide and unblinking. He watched, his expression unreadable, as his boyfriend fucked his roommate, as she declared her love, her desire for him to leave Y/n, to be with her.
Y/n didn’t move, didn’t speak. He simply watched, his gaze tracing the path of sweat rolling down Lucas’s broad shoulders, disappearing into the cleft of his ass. Then, slowly, deliberately, he stepped closer.
Lucas continued his brutal rhythm, his hips pounding into Julie, his face contorted in a mask of primal lust. He didn’t seem surprised by Y/n’s presence. He cursed Julie, spat on her, the glob landing on her face. Julie’s jaw hitched, a vein throbbing in her neck, her face a mask of exquisite pain and pleasure. Lucas’s own neck pulsed, veins standing out like cords.
Y/n reached them, his hand extending, wrapping around Lucas’s sweaty hips, then his chest. Lucas didn’t falter. Instead, his thrusts intensified, his pace quickening, driving deeper into Julie. Y/n’s hand slid down, from Lucas’s hips to the base of his thick, hard cock, slipping around it, his fingers encircling the shaft as Lucas continued to pound into Julie. Foam began to form at the base of Lucas’s cock, a slick, frothy ring around Y/n’s hand.
The final thrust was imminent. Y/n felt Lucas’s body tense, felt the tremor of impending release. His hand on Lucas’s chest pulled his boyfriend’s face towards him. Their lips met, a rough, desperate kiss, as Lucas bred Julie, planting his seeds deep inside her.
Julie screamed, a raw, primal shriek, cursing Lucas’s name. A torrent of liquid erupted from her, her squirt followed by a gush of urine, soaking the couch, the floor. She was long gone, lost to the depths of her own pleasure and pain, her mind unraveling. She screamed, she cursed, she insulted Lucas, hoping he would hit her, slap her, punish her more. Then, her body went slack. She passed out, her mouth wide open, hair a wild mess, her body glistening with a mixture of her own sweat and Lucas’s.
Lucas pulled out, his cock slick and dripping. He turned immediately to Y/n, kissing him roughly, yet with an undeniable tenderness. After a few breathless seconds, they broke apart. Lucas sat next to Julie’s unconscious form, his eyes still burning with an unspent intensity. Y/n slipped onto Lucas’s lap, unmindful of the strong, foul scent, the sticky sweat that coated his boyfriend’s body.
“She’s… she’s good, isn’t she?” Lucas’s voice was a low growl, his fingers already working their way into Y/n’s ass, a slow, deliberate exploration. “So tight. So much tighter than you, baby.” He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. “I almost love fucking her. She takes it so well.” His fingers continued their work, pushing deeper into Y/n’s asshole, stretching him, preparing him. “I want to see her stomach bulge. My babies, Y/n. Imagine that.” His words were a cruel caress, a deliberate torment. “Maybe… maybe I’ll leave you. Go fuck her every day. Instead of your loose little faggot ass.”
Y/n gasped, his body arching, his hips bucking. With a final, desperate thrust of Lucas’s fingers, Y/n came, a hard, shuddering orgasm, his cum erupting against Lucas’s hand as their lips met in a frenzied kiss.
Lucas pulled away, kissing Y/n’s temple softly. Then, he moved, lowering himself to Julie’s pussy. His talented fingers began to scoop out his own cum, a sticky, white mess, from her folds. He brought it to his mouth, tasting it, cleaning her out, devouring his own seed from her unconscious body.
He stood, gathering Julie’s limp form into his arms. “We’re going to shower,” he told Y/n, his voice devoid of emotion. He carried her out of the living room, leaving Y/n alone, surrounded by the lingering scent of sex, sweat, and despair.
