Transfem and transmasc Rosier siblings who realise as kids they’d rather be each other’s gender, so they just start wearing each other’s clothes, calling each other by their own birth name, and just pretend like that’s the way it’s always been.
Like:
(Deadname) Pandora cuts their hair short to look like (deadname) Evan, comes downstairs at a certain point with (deadname) Evan, points at them and says “Look nanny, I cut Pandora’s hair!”
Nanny is too busy panicking to realise, and their father doesn’t pay enough attention to them to notice. Also they’re pretty young, and twins, so they look remarkably similar.
(Deadname) Pandora becomes Evan, (deadname) Evan becomes Pandora. Nobody knows. Nobody notices the switch. They just act like they’ve always been the other.
Apologies for deadnaming them, but I genuinely don’t know how else to explain it.
Do we see the vision? Do we understand? Does it make sense?
Synopsis: In which Lieutenant Ghost shows you exactly what in his pants. Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Private reader
Content: 18+ MDNI, Oral (M! Receiving), Boot humping, pupplay ig??, Afab Ghost, Transmasc Ghost, check tags. Lmk if I missed any
It was the end of a tough mission, you were all exhausted, cramped into the exfill chopper together, Lieutenant Riley sat across from you, legs spread wide. Your eyes dragged over his body, lingering between his thick thighs before you could stop yourself, your own thighs shifting in the seat to lessen the heat between your legs, imagining what he was packing under all that gear, how heavy he would feel in your hands, in your mouth... When you finally dragged your eyes back up to his mask, he was already watching you. Heat shot through your face. You looked away like nothing happened.
Once the bird touched down, you followed the squad straight into debrief. Then it was off to your rooms to wash the dirt and grime from the mission off your skin. With your hair washed and body clean you head to the mess hall, after grabbing some food you head over to your mates. Placing your plate down you sit down, groaning as your muscles throb in protest.
"Yo, Y/n, how'd it go?" You look over at Luke, who asked the question.
"Yeah it was alright, it got pretty rough, but we all made it out alive." You answer, making sure not to mention any details. He pressed for more, but you only grinned and shook your head. He moved on quickly, rambling about two privates getting smoked for fraternising.You stirred your food without eating. Appetite gone.
Something prickled at the back of your neck. You looked up. Ghost was walking past your table. He wasn’t sitting. Just passing through, heading towards the doors. But his gaze locked with yours in that split-second. Head tilted. Brow raised from behind the mask, that much you could tell, it felt weird, like he was watching you, testing you almost.
Your throat went dry.
You looked back down before you could embarrass yourself, but not fast enough to miss the subtle huff of amusement he let out as he kept walking out of the mess.
A few minutes later, a hand settled lightly on your shoulder. You flinched, looking up.
The Corporal leaned close, voice low."The lieutenant wants you in his office."
You swallowed hard before nodding, watching as he stood back to let you climb out of your seat. "Ouuh, you're in trouble" Luke teases before getting an elbow to the side, you look over to the door, your stomach flipping.
Once you reach the door to his office, you knock, softly, hearing Ghost answer from inside.
“Come in.”
Opening the door you lock eyes with your lieutenant, after a moment he gestures you over with his fingers.
Walking over you stand straight and salute “Hello Lieutenant, you called for me, what can I do for you?”.
“Sit.” He says, and you drop your salute, moving stiffly towards the seats on the other side of his desk, afraid you were in trouble.
“Not there,” he chides. You look over at him, furrow your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head. He nods towards the floor right next to the desk and him, tapping his foot where he wanted you to sit.
Your eyes widen and you flush, “uhh, sir?” You question.
He taps his foot again, clicking his teeth impatiently.
You hesitate, walking over next to his desk before softly plopping down on the floor. He hums, pleased.
“Saw your little looks in the chopper today, private, you’re not slick.” He says, leaning on the desk to look down at you. The position admittedly makes you a bit hot, before you process what he said.
“Sir! I-I am so sorr-!” You scramble to apologise, not ready to lose your job over being a perv.
“S’lright,” he interrupts you, waving his hand as if dismissing the situation.
He looks down at you again, tilting his head. “I won’t write you up for it.. If you tell me what was going on in that head of yours” He says, and your whole body burns up.
“No way sir, I-I couldn’t possibly- It’s-!” You ramble, shaking your head side to side, your hands trembling as you hold them out in front of you.
“S’either that or I write you up. Your choice kid.” He states, interrupting you again.
You whine softly, shifting in your spot anxiously.
Under his mask, Simon grins, he knows he got you now.
“U-umm, I was thinking about… howbigyourdickis.” You explain, quickly.
“Hm? You gotta talk slower kid, nd’speak up,” He says, leaning forward to hear you better. You groan stuffing your head in your hands.
“... I was thinking about how big your dick is…” You explain voice cracking from the embarrassment.
“Oh yeah? What else?” he asks, amusement leaking from his tone.
Gripping the sides of your pants you continue, “I was thinking about how you would fit in my hands… And how big your thighs were… And how well you'd feel in my mouth…”.
Simon leans back, he can feel himself leaking in his pants, his hand moving down to palm himself.
“Get up.” He says, and you jump up immediately, worried you’re in trouble.
“Go ‘nd lock the door,” he orders, your pulse jumps as you turn and walk over to the door. switching the lock on, you lean your head against the door, sighing softly to compose yourself.
Turning around you freeze, your eyes wide as you stare at the unexpected sight before you.
Ghost’s legs were spread wide open, pants off, but instead of seeing a full, fat, leaky dick, you see his full, fat, leaky cunt on display, all for you.
You hear his voice but it sounds distant, muffled. You hear him sigh and mutter something to himself.
You quickly figure out what he wants as he gestures you over again, slapping his thighs twice with his hands, as if you were a shy dog he was coaxing out of a corner.
“Come here private, s’alrigh’ don’t be shy,” You walk over slowly, your legs shaky. Your mouth practically salivating as you stare at his cunt.
He grips your forearm, pulling you over to stand in between him and his desk.
“Sit down.” He orders and you listen, quickly getting down on your knees between his legs.
His hand meets your head, petting softly. “Good pup,” he praises, and your chest warms.
“Bet this wasn’t what you were expecting,” he says, and you nod your head, biting your lip before swallowing the drool about to leak out of your mouth.
Ghost’s whole body is lit with heat, warmth running through his head, arms, and legs. Watching you in between his legs, desire written in your eyes, drooling like it’s common sense to want your superior officers cunt in your mouth makes his hole leak more.
Looking up into his eyes, you slide your fingers softly up his shins, begging for permission to continue. He nods and your hands slide all the way up to his thighs.
You spend a couple minutes groping and massaging his thick juicy thighs before moving up and over his hips to his stomach. You glide your hands over his happy trail and down to the bush on his pussy. Running your hands through the thick and course yet soft blonde hair, pulling them softly between your fingers. He groans, soft and low. His hand continuing to pat your head and play with short strands of your hair.
You can see the light hitting the shiny slick on his hair from his juicy pussy. Humming you move your hands lower about to slide them between his pussy lips to feel how wet he really was but his hand gripped your and pulled them back off of his body, and you whined upset that you weren't allowed to touch anymore.
“Not so fast, Private,” he says, you were about to be upset until his hand moved down to his pussy, putting two fingers down his slit, you hear his breath stutter, as he spreaadss his fat pussy lips open, his pink pussy on display for your hungry eyes to feast on. You can see his pretty dick jumping for attention as his hole leaks more clear fluid.
You watch eagerly as two of his fingers get wet, dipping in and out of his hole, the sound music to your ears. You look up at him and whine, frowning with tears in your eyes.
“Please sir… ” You plead, your hands sliding up from the inside of his thighs.
“Please what, runt?” He grunts, still fingering himself, his eyes half lidded watching your expression.
“May I please taste you, sir, please,” You beg, huffing onto his pussy, your head inching closer just to get more of the smell, and catch the little gushes of juice coming out when he thrusts his fingers.
Ghost hums taking his hand away from his pussy, you grin happily. Reaching under his thighs you pull him up his legs lifting off the floor, “oi!” he exclaims roughly, as you hook them over your shoulders.
‘Finally’ you thought, surging forward, fast, eager. Only to be stopped by a rough gloved hand gripping your hair.
"Go slower, pup." He warned, still gripping your hair, he guided you to his hairy cunt, from closer he smelled like musk and sweat, with a tangy hint that you felt in the back of your mouth before even touching his cunt.
Ghost finally let go of your hair, but you hesitated to start until he nodded in confirmation, you leaned forward burying your nose in his pubes, sniffing deeply. You groaned before sticking your tongue out, dragging in over his slit, tasting his wetness.
Stopping at his clit and rubbing it with your tongue you felt his thighs squeeze together softly whenever you did anything right. He grunted, more slick leaking from his hole. Your tongue circled his clit, swiping up twice before darting down into his hole, his shaky breaths reaching your ears.
You hand went down to rub yourself through your pants but Ghost notices, kicking your hand away. “Aht aht, none of that pup, you can grind yourself on my boot, but no touching yourself.” He says, gruffly.
You plant yourself on his boot moving back and forward whining as you continue to lick and suck at his sweet slick pussy.
He hums in approval, eyes closing and head leaning back, relaxing at the pleasurable feeling.
Your hands needing the fleshy muscle of his thigh as you spread him wider so you could press deeper into his pussy, slurping up his juices, he just hums, humping his cunt onto your face.
Ghost sighs, moving forward over the desk to continue his report. Your eyes narrow, a burning feeling igniting in your chest. You’re a little upset that Ghost was working on a report as you basically made out with his fat cunt.
You lock your lips around his pretty little button, sucking hard, before biting down on it softly but enough to feel it. He grunts, “Watch it, pup,” his hips jolting. You grin, grinding his pumping dick between your teeth whilst suctioning, before darting your tongue down into his hole feeling around his gooey walls.
You pull back watching his hole twitch and he shifts towards you as if to say come back. You move your left hand from his thigh running it through his pussy lips over his happy little cock, and back down before pressing two into his hole, moving back down you start sucking on his dick as you finger his pussy, pressing on G-spot.
His grunts turn into groans, and you grab his thighs and pull him towards you more, sliding him down his chair and he grunts in surprise, his big hands gripping the arms of his chair and he looks down at you, your eyes are heavy and lidded as you eat his cunt, begging for his attention and praise, his hard clit jumps and he feels a whimper get stuck in his throat.
His legs clench around your head as you suck his lips into your mouth, letting go with a wet ‘pop!’, watching as his pussy lips juggle back into place before reattaching your mouth to his cunt, sucking and licking.
His head dips back as you continue to pleasure him making sure to suck on his clit occasionally whilst fucking your fingers into his hole. You can feel him getting close, his legs clenching tighter around your ears and his cunt squeezing down on your tongue and fingers.
His thick fingers tangle in your hair yanking you deeper into his cunt as he whines and grinds his thick folds on your face.
You let him use you to get off licking and sucking his sex as his legs tighten around your head. His whimpers and groans fuel your movement as you stick your tongue out further. Grinding yourself down onto his boot at the same pace he’s pulling your face up and down his cunt.
Your whole face is covered in his slick from the bridge of your nose to the bottom of your chin, your cheeks wet, and red.
Simon looks down at you, only to see you staring up at him with hearts in your eyes, his eyes widen in shock as his hand stutters when pulling your head back up.
Suddenly, an onslaught of fluid floods your mouth and sprays your face, you're forced to swallow as Simon’s hand keeps you attached to his throbbing cunt by your hair, and his legs wrap around your neck squeezing you more into him as his back arches further and further. His whines and whimpers fill the room as he rides his high out on your face. Your body trembles and jerks as you come with him.
Ghost’s body slumps back on the chair, his chest rising heavily as he huffs, his legs unwrap from your head and you lean back, breathing heavily. He lifts his mask over his mouth before grabbing you by the back of your neck pulling your head up to lock you in a kiss, his tongue licking up his own release from your mouth before pulling away and licking the rest off your face, your clit jumps in your pants as your knees almost buckle and collapse.
He pulls away, still gripping your hair, and you glance down to his lips, finding his own cum shining on them like a pretty lipgloss as he grins. "Good job, kid."
This is my second post ever and my first time writing smut, and I'm actually kinda proud of how it ended up! 😋
I'm a woman, but I actually wrote this with gn reader or transmale reader with short hair and female genitalia in mind.
I'm thinking of making it multiple parts, but if I've written something wrong or like awkward please tell me and ill try to change it! :)
Also guys lmk if the bold font is too much and you'd rather the normal one :)
Pup play kinda made a bit of an appearance like halfway through and decided to stay for the show lol
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this story is my love letter to the forgotten workers of World War II, and a chance to see a man with dwarfism and a transmasc person as romantic leads. help me make this story happen ✨🤌 (italian hands)
characters: sub!yandere!AFAB!characters x dom!gn!reader
warnings: character uses he/him pronouns but has female genitalia/tcock (words such as pussy, vagina, cunt will be used), character is transmale, reader has you/your pronouns, cock/strap, yandere character, established relationship, protected sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that folks), breeding, creampie, belly bulge, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death and light torture
notes: you can think of any character you want with this fic, i just had a wild thought during a car ride at my vacation. divider from @/cafekitsune
yandere! husband who has been in love with you since they first met you. what started out as a simple fascination developed into an unhealthy obsession until he finally got the courage to ask you out on an official date
yandere! husband who gets surprised when you accept his ask for a date, sheepishly smiling as you tell him that you found him pretty and had been building up the courage to do the same. who nearly fall into his knees right then and there with sheer nervousness yet also giddiness at your confession, finding the wobbly smile on your face endearing
yandere! husband who gradually built a stable relationship with you over time. there were moments where he thought of just drugging you up and stealing you away to keep you all to himself but he chastised himself for such thoughts when you have been nothing but loyal and honest. he thought of killing those annoying bitches and assholes who tried to hit on you or blatantly flirted with you in front of him, imagining cutting out their tongue and burning their eyes with scolding hot iron only to snap back to the present when your hand wound around his waist, introducing him as your lover excitedly
yandere! husband who got scared when you accidentally walked in while he was changing after a shower, terrified that you will leave him after having seen his top scars and cunt. who could hear his heartbeat in his own ears, rapidly beating like a frightened bird thrown into a cage while he waited your reaction. who try to apologize only to be cut off with your comforting words and accepting hug
yandere! husband who proposed to you first, getting on both of his knees as he presented you the ring in the box. who lets out a sweet laugh when you kneel down in return, showing your own ring that you bought for him
yandere! husband who definitely cried on your wedding, wiping away his tears silently as he turns his back to you, not wanting you to see him in such a weak and vulnerable state. turning back to you with the wet handkerchief still in his hand, who can feel the tears coming back once again as he sees your knowing look and comforting smile
yandere! husband who is happy with your married life. the new adventures of moving into a new house, decorating it to your liking and modifying your rooms being an exciting life for him. he loved the moments where you two put paint of each other’s faces instead of painting the walls, choosing the colors on complete random with an eeny, meeny, mini, mo game, dancing with you bare feet in the kitchen as you both wait for the water to boil for the cup ramen at midnight. he would want to hold your hand in his own, the wedding rings clicking against each other softly as he giggles
yandere! husband who wants to try for a baby after years into the marriage. it was a surprise to him how he managed to wait patiently for so long after your marriage. while he wanted desperately to get himself knocked up at the night of consummation of your marriage, he understood your wishes to wait until the perfect time. finally, he thinks it is the perfect timing, after years of protected sex and daydreams of feeling his cunt get filled, tells you of his plan
yandere! husband who purposefully poked a tiny hole into every condom there is at your home, who huffs a fake annoyed noise whenever the material tears as you try to put it around your strap. he may have a pout on his face and talk about trying it raw on the outside but on the inside he is fucking giddy. he wants to feel your cock constantly pushing into his wet pussy walls so bad and he couldn’t help but curse silently under his breath when you take out a lone condom that was thankfully reserved in the pockets of one of your pants
yandere! husband who suggests on riding you instead of taking it as usual. a sudden change in your usual sex life but you didn’t mind trying new things out. laying on your back, you watch and let out occasional groans and low moans as you see how his sweet pussy swallows you whole, the fat of his ass higgling every time he bounces himself on your strap, asking you to slap and squeeze it. which you do gladly, lightly slapping as the jiggling flesh, making your husband giggle
yandere! husband who gets annoyed as the feeling of the condom around your cock, skillfully bouncing himself until he ‘accidentally’ slips your strap out. he swears it was the amount of lube you used, grabbing your cock with his hand and tapping his dripping pussy with the tip. your husband who makes a show, wiggling his hips as he slides the tip inside and sinking down until he feels full again. not yet, he thinks to himself, knowing that you would get suspicious if he tries his plan too early on
yandere! husband who keeps ‘accidentally’ slipping your strap out of his gushing cunt, whining until his patience finally ends. the next time it slips out, his fingers pinch at the tip of the wet condom, pulling on the material with a pout and a mumbled “it’s in the way..” until it comes off with a lewd pop!
yandere! husband who disregards your frantic words of protection and taking a second for you to put on another one, turning around to face you now as he sinks down onto your strap with one move. the feeling of your own cock, without any annoying latex in the way making him cream around your fat cockhead instantly, a drawn out satisfied whine falling from his lips
yandere! husband who clenches around your strap on purpose every time he moves. his hands guiding yours to touch his chest, the top scars that healed beautifully and to squeeze and fondle his nipples “u-until i sta—anngh ah haagh mmgh♡︎! start to lactate, just like your sweet baby momma uungh♥︎!!” while his pretty pussy squeezes your strap like a vice, unwilling to let go or not even daring to think so. he wanted to feel your cum, hot seeds painting his walls white and making his legs shake
yandere! husband who silences your weak protests for a protection with a messy kiss. noses knocking together, tongue immediately pushing into your mouth and wanting to ‘connect’ with you on a deeper level. he wanted everything you have to offer and seeing the small trail of saliva left behind as you pulled back for a gasping breath made him giggle deliriously
yandere! husband who increases his pace when he hears you struggling to talk, words of cumming together coming out in a jumbled mess as he sits himself fully in your lap. pushing your pelvises together until no gap was between them, throwing his head back with a satisfied mewl when he finally feels it. that warmth he’s been craving so long, filling up his womb, mixing with his love juice as the excessive mixed cum drops down your strap
yandere! husband who gets pushed into his back, legs pushed up and over until his knees were beside his head. put into a mating press with your annoyed face staring down at him just made him clench around you, a drunk giggle of your name falling from his lips. he gladly spreads his weeping pussy open further, with you still inside him, letting you see the mess you two made
yandere! husband who drops his act entirely, wiggling his hips with heart shaped pupils as he asks you to breed him. cum inside him as many times as you want, he wants a baby with you, it’s about time you two take your relationship to the next level. “i’ll be a good baby momma… and you’re already a wonderful lover who would become a wonderful parent. come on [name], breed me full of your seeds♥︎”
yandere! husband who gets fucked thoroughly to his wish. crying out all sorts of filthy words every time your cock sinks back into his cunt. thin drools on his chin, old tear stains constantly being replaced by new ones as his pussy clenches around you for the nth time, forcing you to cum earlier than you usually does. overwhelming amount of your mixed cum wetting the bedsheets, your thighs and his own as well as his butt. not like he cared, he wanted to make sure he gets knocked up, that you get him knocked up as he creams around you again, creating an even thicker halo of white around your strap
yandere! husband who shows his filthier side, holding your head against his chest and asking you to suck on his nipples, who place your hand over his tcock, telling you to “s-stroke! my cock too ahh haagh♡︎ mgh n-not fair that mmuungh uunghk my cock is being left alone♡︎!”
yandere! husband who lets out one last hoarse wail, the wetness of his cunt making you groan as your strap cums inside him for the nth time that night before collapsing on top of him. he had passed out, tired from the continuous pounding he received as he lay there peacefully with flushed red cheeks, tearstains and drools on his chin and cheeks while pretty bruises and lovebites cover his skin. the most notable bruises being the ones on his hips and thighs, making you grimace at the painful wound you saw. but hey, the small bulge in his belly from your excessive cum inside his womb made you happy. it definitely made him happy too
yandere! husband who occasionally regains consciousness during your aftercare for him. who groans and refuses to let you pull out for bath, straddling your lap inside the warm water filled bathtub. he couldn’t help but slur out a “noo… don’t pull out” as you push his pelvic away from yours, feeling the cum inside his pussy to drip down his legs
yandere! husband who now eagerly wait for the signs of pregnancy with a full boxes of pregnancy test at his side of the nightstand, who still poke secret holes into your condoms because when did he said he wanted only one baby with you?
⇨ characters i think fits: jing yuan, dan feng, yingxing, sunday, aventurine, argenti, dan heng il, gepard, sampo, luocha, caelus, luka, jiaoqui, itto, baizhu, ayato, thoma, childe, pantalone, dottore, kaeya, kaveh, lyney, neuvillette, sethos, heizou, venti, rubedo, aalto, xiangli yao, scar, yoriichi, haganezuka, douma, kaigaku, jyugo, uno, kiji, honey, trois, kenshirou yozakura, musashi, houzuki sanzou, ruka gojou, seitarou, tsukumo, mitsuru, sinbad, sharkkan, spartos, koumei, muu alexius, rafayel, mammon, asmodeus, mephistopheles, diavolo, belphegor, simeon, solomon, satan + anyone you like
//contents// transmasc!sbprime/Jason Todd, smut, strap-on, squirting, top prime and bottom jason, prime referred to as clark
//synopsis// Prime calls Jason in the middle of the night just to talk but Jason's body responds in the most embarrassing way possible wc - 2.3k
//a/n// gang we are so back, first fic back!!! i hope yall like it :D
//on ao3//
“What.” Jason stated blankly, barely a question and more of a ‘tell me what you did now’ type thing.
“Nothing, nothing,” Clark said over the phone, “I just wanna talk to you.”
Jason could practically hear the cheeky smile radiating through the phone.
“Uh huh. It’s the middle of the night, Prime.”
“Oh, did I wake you? Thought you’d be out patrolling or something.”
“Took the night off.” Jason sighed heavily, heaving over onto his back. “What’re you doin’ up so late?”
“I’m a night owl.” Clark responded proudly, “I was up reading comics actually. The comics in this universe are so weird, not knowing the identities of the heroes gives them like 0 depth…”
Jason closed his eyes and listened to Clark talk about his nerd things. The sound of his voice was actually quite soothing although unsettling due to the fact he sounded like a high pitched Superman. But looking past that, Jason secretly liked how passionate he was when he talked about his stupid comic books.
His eyes shot open and he lifted up the covers to reveal a half chub. Getting hard off the sound of Clark’s voice, pathetic isn’t it? He threw his head back in defeat. It didn’t sound like Clark was going to stop talking any time soon, maybe he could rub one out and he wouldn’t notice. Besides, even if he did hear, he’d probably like it. They were already in a—for lack of a better word—relationship. Though neither of them would admit that that’s what it was.
Jason gripped his cock and gently started to pump as he hardened even further. After a couple tugs he reached over to the bedside table to get out a small bottle of lube and poured some into his palm before spreading it along his cock and head. He let out a sigh of relief.
Going at a steady pace, his hand bobbed up and down, slick sounds came from under the covers that he hoped didn’t translate over the phone. His breathing sped up and so did his hand, he lost focus of what Clark was even saying and just reveled in the cadence. He imagined Clark’s lips around his shaft, bobbing up and down to the pace his fist was going. His loose curls falling over his eyes and looking up at him through the strands.
“Jay? You listening to me?”
He couldn’t help it anymore.
“Fuck… mmh,” He let out breathily.
“What was that? Are you jerking off?”
“Prime…” he whispered.
“Dude. Without me?”
“Just get over here.” Jason growled through the phone and hung up with his free hand.
With a gust of wind, Clark showed up right in Jason’s room wearing a goofy Green Lantern t-shirt, boxers, and a sinister smile.
“How long were you tugging your rope while I was talking to you?”
“Shut up.”
“No, I wanna know.”
“I don’t remember anything past ‘comics have zero depth’”
“THAT WAS LIKE THE FIRST THING I SAID!” Clark chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed. “But you look so pretty, all flushed.”
Jason gave him the best death glare he could muster up but his cock was twitching uncontrollably under the duvet.
“Right, let’s see what we’re working with here,” Clark said casually as he pulled back the blanket, “Woah, look at all this precum, my voice alone really make you that horny?”
He twitched again.
“Hrn.” Jason grumbled.
“At least he’s happy to see me,” Clark laughed again, taking Jason’s cock into his hand.
Jason’s breath hitched before letting out a betraying moan. His head lulled back and hit the headboard with a thud as the slick sounds of the leftover lube filled the room. Clark kept his movements slow and purposeful as Jason’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. He couldn’t help but let some breathy moans spill out, he was losing control. His thighs tightened, squeezed together and Clark took notice. His pace quickened.
“You close, Hood?”
“Fuck…”
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
“AH-oh FUCK.”
Clark wrapped his lips around Jason’s tip and swirled his tongue before taking him completely down his throat with ease.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Prime- fuck.” He looked down to see what he had dreamed to get himself into this predicament in the first place. Blue eyes staring up at him through round lenses and jet black loose curls spilling over them. He combed his fingers through Clark’s hair and pushed him down further as he whined. White ribbons poured down his throat, he took Jason’s whole load with grace. He stopped with a wet pop and swallowed.
“Fuck, you’re insane.” Jason groaned.
“We’re insane. Together.”
“Uh huh.” Jason began to get up before he was pushed back into the mattress.
“Hey, I’m not done with you yet. Think you’re gonna get away that easy? Guys, look at this wimp, he thinks he's getting away with a blowjob. Everyone point and laugh.”
“Who are you talking to?”
“The perverts reading this, but never you mind.” with a gust of wind, in an instant Clark went back to his apartment and grabbed his strap, “We are gonna have some fun.”
They both grinned at each other, a sort of evilish grin filled with lust and need. Clark pulled his boxers off. As he did, a string of precum snapped between the fabric and his cunt. The sight alone made Jason’s softening cock twitch weakly, he licked his lips. Clark clipped on the strap and tightened it. Jason loved how the straps hugged his thighs, he loved holding onto them and couldn't wait, his cock jumped again in anticipation.
“You want missionary, lover boy? Or do you want me to fuck you doggy style?”
“Not yet.”
“Not yet?”
Jason got off the bed and stood right in front of Clark with a fire behind his eyes. He dropped to his knees.
“This is new…” Clark said, slightly confused. He looked down at the burly man on his knees before him, his stomach flipped and he clenched.
Jason opened his mouth and licked the tip of the blue silicone head. He looked back up at Clark who was unusually flustered. Jason smirked to himself with pride before pushing the silicone into his mouth, taking as much as he could. With one hand he made a fist holding onto the strap hugging Clark’s thigh, pulling him closer. Jason felt hands go into his hair, combing it back gently, he whined against the plastic.
With his free hand, he found his way to Clark’s folds and started to coat his fingers in his slick before pushing a finger in gently. He heard Clark’s breath hitch and felt his hand tighten in his hair. Jason curled his finger into the good spot Clark taught him (he was clueless what to do with a vag before). He added another finger, still going slow but purposeful and hitting all the right spots.
“Jason, Jason…” Clark tapped gently on Jason’s head.
“You good?” he asked, letting go of the strap with a slippery sound.
“Yeah I just can't stand up like this. You’re making my knees weak, gotta sit down.”
“I’m taking that as a badge of honour. C’mon, sit back on the bed.”
Clark sat with his back against the headboard and a pillow to buffer. He moaned as Jason took the silicone back into his mouth, it was still warm and wet. He bobbed his head a couple times making the most obscene sounds before slipping his fingers back into Clark’s slick and into his hole. Curling and pumping, making Clark’s thighs tighten around his head.
“Fuck…” Clark moaned, pushing Jason’s head down, “You’re getting a whole lot better at this- fuck.”
The sight of Jason bobbing and sucking, lusty green eyes staring back at him make him clench around Jason’s fingers. Jason takes this as an opportunity to go faster, coaxing out Clark’s orgasm.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck Jason… I’m cumming…” With a broken cry, a waterfall comes cascading out of Clark’s cunt, running down Jason’s chest before he lets go of the silicone to catch the rest of the squirt in his mouth. Clark lay there, thighs shaking and clenching around Jason’s fingers before he gently pulled them out.
Both of them were stunned.
“I… I didn’t know I could do that.”
“You’re saying I made you squirt for the first time?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m in love with you.”
Clark rolled his eyes, “yeah, I know.”
“So…” Jason started, “You still wanna fuck me?”
“Yes.” Clark responded with no hesitation. “Question still stands however, missionary or doggy, lover boy?”
“Would it be weird if I said missionary?”
“Not at all, let's switch places.”
Jason laid down on the bed with Clark in between his legs who was putting a dollop of lube into his hand.
“Gonna be cold, brace yourself.” He warned before spreading it on Jason’s hole. He rubbed it in gently before slowly pushing a finger past his entrance.
Jason breathed out, trying to relax. He’d done this many times before but it never really got any easier, maybe slightly and it sure was more enjoyable but it was still a relatively slow process. Clark slowly pumped his one finger trying to warm Jason up before adding a second finger.
Jason moaned at the stretch but tried his best to keep relaxing, it was getting easier and continuously more pleasurable by the second. Soon enough Clark had added a third finger which made Jason’s cock twitch and leak a little.
“Think you’re ready?” Clark asked, slowing down his movements.
“Yeah, just fuck me already… please.”
Clark smiled, removed his fingers slowly, and adjusted the strap before he coated it with another layer of lube and poured a dollop onto Jason’s hole just in case. It made him flinch from the cold but he kind of liked it.
Clark rubbed in the lube with the tip of the silicone, spreading it around making sure it was safe before he started to push it in. Jason let out a sigh, once again trying to relax his hole. He whined as it stretched him further than Clark’s fingers did.
“You good?” Clark asked, hearing the noise and seeing Jason’s face contorted and biting his lip.
“Yeah, just getting used to it. Keep going.”
“Ok, but I’m going slow.”
He pushed it steadily forward until he bottomed out and Jason made another noise, this time louder and more pleasurable. The dildo apparently just brushed his prostate, causing his cock to jump more than a few times. This was their favourite strap because it was the perfect length and—according to Clark—is the only one that makes Jason genuinely whimper.
“You good to start moving, lover boy?”
“Mhm…” Jason nodded vigorously.
Clark held himself up holding onto Jason’s hips and began to pull out slowly, he got right to the head before pouring another bit of lube onto Jason’s entrance for some extra insurance. He then pushed slowly back in and relished in the noises that escaped Jason’s lips. He did this slow tango a few times before he began to pick up the pace.
His hands dug into the flesh above Jason’s hip bones, steadying both of them. Clark watched Jason’s hole take him again and again and again; he watched Jason’s cock twitch and leak with every thrust. He looked back at Jason who was already looking at him. Their eyes locked and neither of them could look away.
“I love you.” Clark said surely.
Poor Jason didn’t have the means for words at that moment.
“Clark…” was all he could get out.
But it meant so much more as Clark’s heart swelled, this was the first time he’d actually called him ‘Clark’ and not ‘Prime’ or ‘CK’.
Clark leaned forward, holding himself up by an arm beside Jason’s head and holding his face with the other. Clark wiped a tear falling from Jason’s eye before he screwed up his face and closed his eyes.
“No, no. Jason. Look at me.” Clark grabbed him by the jaw. “Open your eyes.”
Jason obliged.
“Good. Now keep looking at me, yeah?”
Jason nodded.
“You good?”
He nodded again.
“You gonna cum for me? Untouched?”
He whimpered.
Sticky white ropes came out one by one, coating Jason’s chest as he let out a broken cry and nearly pulled out a kryptonian’s hair. Clark kept pumping, fucking him through his orgasm until he was a shaking mess. He planted a kiss on Jason’s cheek, another on his jawline, another on his neck before latching on and leaving a hickey.
“You did so good,” Clark whispered in Jason’s ear. “Love seeing you all ruined.”
Jason let out a content sigh and wrapped his arms around Clark’s head, pulling him into his chest. Clark left small kisses along Jason’s sternum before heaving himself up carefully and slowly pulling out of Jason’s hole. The head came out with an obscene pop as Jason groaned. Clark unclipped the strap and let it fall to the floor.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Clark said almost to himself as he walked over to the bathroom to get a warm damp cloth.
He gently cleaned Jason’s skin with the cloth with a satisfied grin as he watched Jason relax into the bed.
“Ok, up. Gotta change the sheets. I’ll be quick.” Clark said, helping Jason up and using his super-speed to change the sticky and squirt covered sheets to nice clean soft ones.
They both hopped back into bed and Clark snuggled into Jason’s chest and wrapped a leg around his. He traced idle patterns on Jason’s stomach.
“Don’t leave.” Jason whispered.
There was a small puzzled pause, Clark had never stayed the night before. He was almost giddy with excitement.
“I won’t.” He reassured with a soft smile against Jason’s skin.
They both fell asleep almost instantly, tired from wearing each other out.
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