Your vampire boyfriend sinking his teeth into your neck while you’re fucking. His fangs piercing the fragile skin. It’s a hot pop of pain and then a numb, pleasant suction.
You’re sitting in his lap while he fucks up into you with those unrelenting thigh muscles, holding you by the nape in one hand and playing with your little dick with the other.
Your hips stutter and you breathe out a moan as he sucks harder on your neck, drawing more blood from you, needing more. You grind blissfully against him, tugging at his hair.
The more he takes from you, the harder he fucks you, the more you feel yourself drenching his thighs, the sheets. Delirious and panting and moaning as things start to get warm and fuzzy around the edges.
He stops drinking from you only when he starts to feel your body slacken in his hands. He faces you with a blood stained mouth and black eyes. You blink dazedly as his face starts to go fuzzy, darkness invading the corners of your vision. He looks so perfect.
“Poor thing,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands. “I took too much.”
The next thing you know you are blinking into consciousness, fuzzy and dazed as a wave of pleasure crashes over you, a warm tongue tasting you, sucking on you. You choke out a moan, your thighs twitching as he holds them apart, humming against your pussy.
“That’s it pet, lay there and relax.” He cooes, as if you had another choice.
Your eyes flutter shut again as you melt into his mouth, his touch. When you feel a sharp nip and a pinch at your thigh, and his mouth close around the wound, you can only moan.
“I’ll be careful this time,” he promises against your thigh. “If you only knew how sweet you taste.” His voice has that primal edge it gets when he’s been drinking from you.
“Take it, it’s yours,” You manage to get out through heavy lips.
He smiles up at you, starting to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. As you whimper and grind weakly up into his hand he laughs softly.
“That’s my sweet pet, so good for me. My special thing,” He plants a soft kiss to your hip before sinking his teeth back into the soft meat of your thigh.
My truly ideal relationship fantasy is a boy I’m genuinely best friends with. And we are very much BOY best friends. It’s all video games and late night McDonald’s runs. Blasting music and smoking weed in his car. Getting drunk after work and smoking cigarettes in the cold in too light jackets, huddling a bit closer together for warmth. It’s loud voices and joking around and dude, cmon bro, roasting each other and egging each other on. Playful shoves that are a little too gentle. Gazes that linger a little too long.
One night we’re playing video games in my room, halfway through a case of beer. I’m teasing him, making fun of him for losing, cracking jokes like I always do. Something in his eyes changes, he gets this little smirk I’ve never seen before and suddenly he’s grabbing me by the back of the neck, kissing me. “Shut up,” he murmurs against my lips. And suddenly I’m melting. He’s kissing me deep and possessive, pulling me into his lap. His hands roaming my body as I start to get flushed, my head falling back and I let out a breath.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells me, his thumb running over my bottom lip, pushing into my mouth. I suck on it happily, gratefully. I can feel how much he likes it, how it excites him. He has to kiss me, taste my mouth before shoving his fingers back in. I move slowly on his lap, his other hand slipping under my shirt, rubbing soothing circles on my lower back.
“Good, baby.” He kisses and then sucks on my neck, making hickeys as I bob my mouth on his fingers, moaning around them. His hand slips under my pants, cups me over my boxers.
“You’re so wet,” he mutters almost incredulously. “Is that for me?”
I nod eagerly. Bucking my hips against him desperately. His hand slips into my boxers, gently rubbing slow teasing circles on my clit with a single finger. I moan and he holds me tighter.
He nips at my ear, takes his fingers out of my mouth, rubbing the spit onto my lips. Grips the back of my head by the hair to get better access to my neck, while i rut against him, all tough-guy, playing it cool pretense completely lost. I am his, and have been for a long time, whether he knew it or not.
He breathes agains my neck, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
I am realllyyy into the idea of having a three way with two possessive, needy doms rn. I can’t stop thinking about it
One of them kissing me and playing with my nipples, tugging and pinching them while the other holds my legs apart and licks me. Maybe they’ve stuffed me with a little remote control vibe. I’m squirming and trying to bite back my whimpers so I don’t sound so pathetic as they keep changing the setting on the vibe.
“Aw, what’s the matter baby, is this too much for you?” The dom kissing me cooes, releasing my mouth for a moment and stroking my neck.
“Oh please, he loves it. Just feel how wet he is,” the other one snickers.
“Fuck…you’re right.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” A hot tongue flicking my swollen tdick has me unable to hold back my moans this time.
“Good boy. I need to use your mouth now, okay baby?”
I open my mouth obediently, already salivating.
“Hey, I wanted to use his mouth first.”
“Just use his cunt. He’s clearly ready for it. Right pup?”
“If I fuck him now he’ll come too fast. You know how he is when he gets filled.”
They play with my clit and the other with my nipples almost absentmindedly as they argue over me. I can’t even pretend to hold back my whimpering anymore as I drip and squirm around the vibe, desperate for more.
By the time they settle things, one of them sliding into my mouth and the other into my wet, needy cunt at the same time, I’m so far gone I come almost immediately. My body pinned down and writhing.
“See, told you. Naughty pup.” There’s a firm slap on my pussy.
“Aw, he couldn’t help it. Poor thing.”
“You know better than to come without permission baby. We’re not even close to done with you.”
While they fuck both my holes, filling me and taking what they need, they argue breathlessly about how many times they’re going to make me come now as punishment.
You’re a trans dude, and your definitely straight, insanely gorgeous boy best friend definitely doesn’t want you. You know that. But you want him anyway, no matter how hard you try not to.
When you’re grabbing beers after work, talking animatedly about Baldurs Gate, knees knocking together under the crowded bar, girls practically line up to come talk to him. He’s a natural born flirt, and so irritatingly, stupidly handsome he’d have chemistry with a brick wall, so it’s hard to gauge his level of interest in any of them. Still, jealously twists hot and uncomfortable in your belly. At first you thought you were jealous of him, and you are, but you’re more jealous of the girls, whose fingertips graze and linger over his when they’re leaving their numbers behind. You empty beer after beer and pretend to ignore them.
He doesn’t rub it in, at least. Never making any comment. And just when you’re paying the tab and getting up to leave, some guy approaches. He’s tall and sort of cute, but too forward. He’s in your personal space, leaning close to you and talking loudly over the music. You laugh nervously and say,
“What?”
He grabs your wrist and says into your ear, “I said, will dance with me?”
“Oh, uh…” Your drunk brain scrambles trying to think of something to say.Just as you think to yourself, you know what? Fuck it, there’s a hand on your back, a familiar scent of soap and spearmint gum.
Your best friend sidles up next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to him.
“Sorry dude, he’s with me,” he says over the music to the stranger, something tense in his smile, something sharp in his usually friendly tone.
Before you can comment he’s pulling you toward the door, arm still around your shoulder. When you get outside, into the crisp, chill air, you break away from him, laughing uncertainly.
“What the hell was that?”
He shoves his hands into his pockets, avoiding looking at you. “That dude was a creep. You’re welcome.”
“Oh so because he was actually into me, he’s a creep.”
“C’mon, I didn’t mean it like that.”
Emboldened by the beer you let yourself feel annoyed at him for once. His usually grinning, goofy face is contorted into something guarded and unrecognizable. You are too drunk and too pissed off to try to figure out what the hell it means.
“Okay dude, I’ll see you later.” You throw your hand up in a sassy wave before thrusting your hands into your pockets and starting down the empty sidewalk.”
“Hold on!” He walks quickly after you. “Where are you going??”
“I’m walking to the bus stop!”
“Wait, just wait.” He grabs your arm, spinning you around abruptly. His eyes are wide, pupils huge and dark. You get lost staring into them for a moment before you remember how annoyed you are.
“What?”
“I…I uh…” His hand doesn’t leave your arm, instead he steps even closer to you. You have to tilt your chin slightly to look up at him.
“I don’t want anyone else to touch you,” he breathes.
You blink at him, face growing hot, a lump forming in your throat.
His hand slides gently down your arm, to your hand, where he starts playing with your fingers.
“I want you man. I mean…I thought it was obvious.”
You can’t even begin to comprehend what he’s saying, realizing at any moment you are probably going to wake up from this wet dream with damp sheets and a pillow between your legs.
“I’m sorry,” He squeezes your hand, deep brown eyes boring into you. “That wasn’t cool, I know, I just…when I saw him getting close to you, touching you, I couldn’t even think straight. I don’t want him touching you when I can’t even…”
“But I thought you were straight,” you blurt out.
He smirks, his uncharacteristic nervousness easing slightly. “I’ve never said that.”
“Well I just…I thought…”
He cuts you off by sliding a hand down to your hip, pulling you against him and effectively turning your brain off. You’ve never been this close to him, never felt the heat coming off his body this close, even in the cold.
“I’ve been waiting for the right moment. I wanted it to be right.” He breathes, close to your ear. His fingers dig into your hips. “Just tell me to fuck off if I’m being crazy, please. Tell me if you don’t want this.” His brow furrows, suddenly self conscious, as if you…wouldn’t want…him? As if you hadn’t spent every night for the past three years alone in your bed fucking yourself frantically on your fingers and moaning his name into the dark. As if just seeing his face everyday didn’t make your heart soar and your pussy automatically wet. As if you hadn’t spent countless hours daydreaming about those hands in your mouth, in your hair, pinning your wrists above your head. As if you hadn’t had to watch girls line up practically begging to fuck him, night after night, and pretend not to care. Fighting not to grab him by the collar and drag him into a bathroom stall to show him what those girls could never give him.
You swallow, glance down the street to see if anyone’s around, not like it matters at this point, before taking his hand and placing it flat over your belly. He just stares at you, eyes darkening as you slide his hand into your pants. His breath hitches, his body pressing closer to you as you guide his hand past your boxers, letting him feel your hard little dick and wet hole dripping down your thighs with the palm of his hand. You’re so close to him you can feel his dick twitch through his jeans against your thigh.
He breathes against your neck, nips at your ear.
“I knew it.”
Despite how incredibly turned on you are you still can’t help but roll your eyes.
Suddenly your back is against the wall as he pushes you into a shallow alcove, sliding a thick finger inside you while he grabs your hair. Your mouth falls open and he catches you in a wet, deep kiss. Your whole body is somehow pulsing and melting at the same time. He fucks you firmly on his fingers, yanking on your hair just how you like, which he shouldn’t know.
“You’re mine, you know that? Mine,” he whispers in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss just below your earlobe as he curls his fingers inside you, probing relentlessly. You can only moan and whimper and grab at his shoulders pathetically.
“What if…” You pant. “Someone sees…”
“Then they’ll know it too.” He’s kissing you again, possessive and sensual as he fumbles with his belt with one hand. Your hands fly to help him, struggling with the zipper before you finally free his cock. You’re practically drooling, fingers grazing over the hard length of him as he shudders above you.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, both of you practically in a trance as he hikes you up on his hips, lining himself up and then sliding into you with ease. You slap your hand over your mouth to stifle a cry, slamming your head back into the wall. He puts a hand behind your head to cradle you, his other hand holding your hip as he fucks into you slowly against the wall.
“Fuck, you feel…” His face is flushed, and he looks as breathless as you feel. Your hands wind through his hair and his head falls to your shoulder.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers as he fucks you, your thoughts becoming increasingly delirious, the fire in your belly burning with every thrust.
“I have to have you. Need you to know, you’re mine. Okay, dude?”
